This is the first chapter for my third Malec story. I don't plan on this having as many chapters as I plan for A Year Changes Everything. I hope you like it. It's in Alec's POV for now.

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CHAPTER ONE:

"Alec, get your sorry ass down here now. We need to go!" My sister shouted at me from the other side of my door, banging her fist against it. I groaned as loud as possible hoping she would go away. No such luck, instead she got angry with me. "ALEC! NOW!" I was intimidated by my younger sister. What? She can be scary.

"Fine, just leave me alone to get ready." I grumbled while in the process of dragging myself out of bed. I ended up taking a two minute shower before getting dressed into a black, baggy t-shirt with one of my favourite bands - this time 'Panic! At the Disco' - written on it in white and some black skinny jeans. Black, grey, white and the occasional navy blue where the only colours I ever wore. I wouldn't be seen dead in anything bright and bold (it just draws attention to yourself).

Why did I let Izzy talk me into going with her, Jace, Simon and Clary to the party? I hated parties. I hated a lot of things actually - still do. I never thought she'd been serious, I'd only agreed to shut her up.

I was downstairs in five minutes and entered the kitchen in record time. Only, I tried to exit just as quickly because I saw that Izzy was cooking. Unfortunately she spotted me before I could escape. Izzy is NOT a good cook. Jace came into the kitchen seconds after me and I noticed him visibly pale at the sight in front of him. We couldn't do anything but sit at the table under Izzy's daring glare.

Jace was more vocal about her cooking talents - or lack of - than me though so he plucked up the courage to say something. "Iz, can't we just grab something to eat on the way there. I mean we're three hours early anyway and-"

"And?" She growled menacingly, she turned back to face us and sent a withering look in Jace's direction.

"And I would actually eat if you could make things that were edible." He muttered just loud enough for both Izzy and I to hear. That lad has got balls, I'll give him that. I wouldn't have wanted to be in his shoes after that comment.

So Jace got chased around the dining table by a very annoyed Isabelle Lightwood. Until she realised that the scrambled eggs had burnt. What a turn of events, eh? The eggs were thrown away resulting in cheers from Jace and a triumphant smile from me. It caused some amusement at the least which was welcome.

With that we decided to head into my car - a black Mercedes that I was forced to get by Iz, Jace and M-Max - and I drove us to the usual café that was our back up plan for food. I ordered a black coffee and let the others get hot chocolate and pancakes. Food pretty much straight after waking up always made me feel queasy (especially when Izzy was making it) even if it was quite late.

"Why did you wake us up three hours before the party anyway?" I ask once they'd both stopped stuffing their faces.

"Yeah," Jace said. "We would have been ready if you'd have woken us up a half-hour before and Alec needs his beauty sleep, unlike me."

She shrugged at us both. "I need a new dress and you're both coming with me." We both gasped and looked at each other in horror. Both of us opened our mouths to complain but she gave us a warning glare.

Izzy paused for a moment and looked at me. Her eyes did a double take and she stared at me as if seeing me properly for the first time. "Alec, you surely can't be wearing that to the party?"

"Yes I can." I counted, defending my outfit choice. She gaped at me until a smile formed at the corners of her mouth.

"Maybe we could get you something new to wear too? Something pink, don't you think Alec would look dashing in pink Jace?" It was my turn to gape.

"Oh quite, he would look spiffing." Jace had a smirk on his face.

"You wouldn't." I couldn't imagine myself in pink but I would certainly not look 'dashing'.

"Just watch me." She replied. I was speechless. I gathered that they were trying to wind me up but it was working. The thought of me wearing that colour terrified me. Although it was difficult not to laugh when Jace and Izzy started, soon we were holding our sides and our jaws were aching.

The next two hours were spent being pulled into shops and waiting for Izzy to try on literally every clothing item in the store. My feet were hurting by the time she claimed to find the perfect dress. It was skimpy, strapless and short - at least it was black.

"No way. I will not let my sister go out wearing that." I protested, the dress showed far too much flesh.

"Relax bruv, you'll be there and I can look after myself you know." Ah, damn! I'd been hoping that she'd forgotten our agreement. "Come on, please?" In the end she got the dress. My sister is manipulative when she wants to be.

We got to the venue for the party twenty minutes late because Isabelle was getting changed and doing her make up. Then we had to pick up Clary and Simon from Clary. I spent the rest of the car journey feeling like the third (should I say fifth?) wheel because both couples - Clary and Jace, then Iz and Simon - started snogging in the back seats.

When we finally got into the party they all just left me sitting like an idiot in the corner by myself while they danced together as couples, and had more make out sessions. Ew...

I still didn't trust Simon completely with Iz and I was still slightly jealous of Clary. After all I had been with Jace my entire life, he was my parabti and I may have still had a tiny crush on him... There I said it.

I found out I was different at the age of fourteen when I didn't start to fancy girls like Jace did, instead I started to find him attractive. I didn't tell my parents at all because Robert and Maryse Lightwood weren't the most loving parents. If they'd have known about me being gay then I wouldn't have still been living at the institute. The Clave would not have been pleased either.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a hand waving in my face. "Hey there, beautiful. Are you okay, your eyes were glazed?" I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Oh God, his voice was so sexy. He had black hair full of silver and gold glitter. He was wearing tight black leather pants and a bright shirt. His eyes were green, yet at the same time a startling gold and they reminded me of a cat in many ways - but they looked perfect, only somebody that gorgeous looking could pull them off like that.

He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but think that it was the prettiest smile I'd ever seen. It made my tummy turn to butterflies and my mind went blank. I think he realised that I wasn't going to speak so he did. "I'm Magnus Bane. What's with the miserable face? I'd hate to think anyone as cute as you wasn't enjoying one of my parties." I stared at him and he chuckled lightly. So he was the host? Interesting.

So, what did you think? Is it any good? Reviews would help a lot to help me know if I should carry on. I saw fit to mention Panic! At the Disco because they are one of my favourite bands and I like to think Alec would be into them too! Thanks for reading the first chapter, I hope to update soon. Hopefully you will carry on reading as the story progresses. :)