Ugh, a long wait again. Sorry guys. Not to mention this is a bit of a filler. I just needed some Isabelle time and a bridge to help us get over the awkward. I'm struggling to keep Magnus on the fence about Alec because I feel like he has to be logical but at the same time, I just want them to be together. Again, ugh. Haha, read and review. I love hearing from you guys and am honestly amazed at how much love this story is getting.
The drive home in the truck was completely silent and there was a sort of unignorable tension in the air. Well for Magnus at least. Alec seemed to have no trouble ignoring the tension, saying absolutely nothing and looking straight ahead, like he couldn't even see Magnus. His hands tightened on the wheel and he was gripping it so tightly his knuckles were turning white.
Magnus looked out the window, wondering what Alec's reaction would be if he started laughing. He saw a bit of humor to it, the fact that the last time he'd made this drive it'd been to country music and his own stubborn silence. But he kept his mouth shut, deciding it was probably a better idea not to make Alec more upset with him. He hated himself, for wanting Alec so badly and not being able to have him and he hated the universe, because some divine intervention would be more than appreciated right now.
Alec was probably speeding, but it still felt like a hundred years before they turned into the driveway and saw the enormous white ranch house. The sun was just starting to set and it lit the hills on fire, orange light catching everything Magnus could see. He stood, transfixed for a moment, taking a picture of the sight and wishing that the picture could ever do the real thing justice. While he was standing there, admiring the view, Alec went inside. By the time Magnus turned around, Alec was gone and the door was shutting behind him.
Following him inside slowly, Magnus was worried that he'd managed to screw everything up in one simple moment. He cussed under his breath and run a hand through his hair. He'd barely made it through the door when Isabelle walked up to him, looking a mixture between angry and worried.
"What the hell did you do?" She asked, crossing her arms, "Alec just ran in here, looking pretty upset and wouldn't say a word. Just ran up to his room."
Magnus sighed loudly and Isabelle rolled her eyes, waiting. Knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere with her standing there, Magnus shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it Isabelle."
She uncrossed her arms, "Is he okay? And call me Izzy." She said, glancing towards the stairs. Biting her lip, Isabelle looked at him for a second, "Are you okay?" She watched him carefully, like she wasn't quite sure what to say.
Magnus nodded, "I'm fine. Just, uh, check on Alec."
"Okay."
She dashed up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Magnus slumped against the door and listened to her talk to Alec. They were talking in hushed tones and Isabelle closed the door behind her. Dragging himself up the stairs and needing to just get it together, Magnus went into his room and collapsed face first onto his bed.
He lay there for a minute, flipping onto his back to stare at the ceiling. He thought about what Will had said, how he'd been right and how Magnus was now stuck in the same house as a boy he might be falling for. A boy who was pointedly ignoring him.
There was a soft knock on the door. Magnus was foolish enough to get his hopes up and rushed to open the door. It wasn't Alec, but Max.
Max fidgeted, looking at his feet. "Mum says I have to get you for dinner." He paused, looking up at Magnus from behind hair that was just a tiny bit too long. Pushing his glasses up on his nose, he tilted his head to the side like a curious puppy. "Did you make Alec upset?"
Stunned, Magnus nodded, "By accident. I feel really bad. But he wouldn't even look at me on the car ride home."
The little boy nodded, "He won't come down for dinner. Isabelle said he's sick, but Alec doesn't get sick." Throwing a look over his shoulder, he sighed, "C'mon, otherwise Mum'll get mad." Max turned around and ran down the stairs, stopping part way and running back up. He stuck his head around the corner and gave Magnus a small smile. "Don't worry. Alec never stays mad for long."
Before Magnus could say anything, Max was running down the rest of the stairs and calling out to Jace as he went. He walked towards the stairs, slowly. With his hand on the rail he paused, he looked at Alec's door.
It was closed, and felt rather foreboding as Magnus walked up to it. He raised a hand to knock and hesitated. He didn't want to make Alec more upset, but he couldn't get the almost kiss off his mind. He knocked softly, then leaned his forehead against the door. "You don't have to open the door." Magnus said, knowing that Alec could hear him and hoping to god that he'd listen, "I wanted to say I'm sorry. I get that you're upset and I shouldn't have pushed that boundary. I'll give you time."
There was silence for a second, then he walked down and joined the Lightwoods for dinner. Magnus made a point not to look at Alec's empty seat, but noticed Isabelle watching him out of the corner of her eye.
Jace, stuffing his face and talking at the same time, was recounting some weird story that involved a lot of people Magnus hadn't met yet. "Chicken's great by the way." He said, shoving more into his face before continuing the story, his parents rolling their eyes and Max watching him, rapt.
"What then?" Max said, bouncing in his seat. Magnus got the idea that Max looked up to Jace, something about the boy's loud, bright personality. Clearly, Max had no idea how rude Jace could be. "Jace." Max whined, when Jace stopped talking for a second.
Jace looked over at the empty seat, "Where's Alec?" He looked right at Isabelle and she pointed at the ceiling. He raised an eyebrow and she mouthed something Magnus didn't catch. However, he quickly realized it was his own name, because Jace gave him a rather harsh glare before getting up from the table.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Giving his Mum a kiss on the cheek, Jace put his napkin on the table and jogged over to the stairs, "Gotta talk to Alec. Chicken was great, master chef, etcetera, etcetera." Unlike Max, Jace ran up the stairs with a silent grace.
Maryse sighed, turning to Magnus, "You went to town today didn't you?" She smiled, "What'd ya think?"
Magnus gave her the most genuine smile he could muster, despite his worry about Alec and the clearly horrible rumors that were spreading between the siblings. "It was great, I met," He paused, to number them off on his fingers, "Luke, Maia," he prattled off a few more names, Maryse nodding all the while. She froze when he got to Annamarie Highsmith, but he pretended not to notice.
"Sounds like you met almost everyone." Robert smiled, moving his food around his plate and looking slightly uncomfortable.
"Except Clary," Isabelle said, suddenly screaming at the top of her lungs, "Jace's girlfriend!" There was a moment of pause, before a door opened upstairs and Jace screamed back.
"She's not my fucking-"
"Language!" Maryse called, sighing loudly and shooting a worried glance at Max. She shook her head, "At this rate he'll be swearing before the sixth grade." Maryse took a sip from her water, doing it with a kind of grace Magnus had never seen. This family were like ninjas or something, Magnus thought as he watched them all talk and laugh and eat with a bizarre fluidity.
Isabelle turned around in her chair to look at Magnus. She watched him carefully and he raised an eyebrow at her. She just scowled and turned back around, finishing her dinner and slouching forward, one elbow on the table.
"Could I be excused?"
Robert looked at his daughter and shrugged, "Sure." Dumping her plate in the sink and running upstairs, Robert was forced to call out, "Tell Alec food's down here if he's feeling better."
She didn't say anything and the rest of the family started the clean up, Magnus offering to help even though Maryse told him he could leave. There was something nice about it, pretending that he belonged in this perfect family. Thinking of his family, Magnus made a note to phone his mum or send her a postcard or something. They were getting along strangely well and he didn't want to ruin it.
Running a hand over the railing as he walked up the stairs, Magnus shuffled his feet on the carpet and sighed. He knew he had to call Camille and he knew that her advice would be invaluable. But the notion that she was going to scold him first left him a bit hesitant. As tempting as it would be to just not tell her and then fix things with Alec, Magnus wasn't sure he knew how.
He was dreading the impending phone call, when he reached the top of the stairs and Alec's door opened. Isabelle walked out, though Magnus caught a glimpse of Jace sitting inside. She gave Magnus a look that he couldn't really identify and crooked her finger at him. Wondering if he was going to murder him, Magnus followed her into the room marked Isabelle.
She closed the door behind him and Magnus began to seriously fear for his life. He did however take a moment to appreciate Isabelle's bedroom. There were clothes strewn everywhere, much like his room at home. They were piled on what must have been a desk, exploded out of the walk-in closet, the dresser and even hung off the vanity. The same vanity that was covered in expensive cosmetics, hair products and pictures. Her walls were painted jet black with gold splotches. Magnus has a feeling the family had just flung paint on the walls and then been satisfied.
Magnus stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, still not sure if she was going to kill him or not. Isabelle gave off the vibe of someone who could get away with murder. But she flopped down on her bed and stared at the ceiling, sighing. She looked like a painting, the pretty girl splayed out on the bed. She was skinny and tall, with black hair that fanned away from her head.
"So you know then?"
"Know what?" He asked. She'd posed the question out of the blue, breaking the silence.
Isabelle dragged herself up so that she was sitting, staring at him. Her eyes were nothing like Alec's. They were dark enough that her pupils were lost in their depths and there was something about them that made Magnus shiver. She didn't hold any emotion in her eyes, like she was forced to keep it down.
She brushed a lock of hair out of her face, running her hands through the river of dark strands, "That Alec's-" She paused, looking at the door behind him, "You know."
"Gay?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "He's not Lord Voldemort, you can say the word." Huffing slightly, Magnus rolled his eyes. Of all people, he expected Isabelle to get over the ridiculousness.
She shushed him, folding her legs underneath her, "My parents have no idea. They think that he's just antisocial."
Magnus nodded, knowing that already, "Did he tell you, uh, what happened?" He shifted uncomfortably, not meeting her eyes.
"Yeah." Isabelle sighed, "He's so convinced that everything will fall to shit. He thinks that everyone will hate him, that no one will be able to see him the same way. But it kills him, not being able to tell people, being scared all the time." She paused and Magnus looked up at her "You make him happy."
"I like to think so."
"You do." She insisted, "He really likes you, but he'll never fucking tell anyone." She groaned in frustration and chucked a pillow across the room.
"Does Jace know?" Magnus asked, knowing that the two boys were not only brothers but from the looks of it, best friends.
"Which part?"
"The gay part, not the me part."
She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face, "He knows neither. Alec is terrified to tell him and Jace just thinks the two of you had an argument or something."
Magnus let out a low whistle, "Then who does know?"
Isabelle bit her lip, "Just me. And Maia." She added after the fact, "She figured it out cause I guess she had a crush on him and tried to make a move. She says he wouldn't even let her kiss him and he basically had a panic attack and told her." She shrugged, "They fake dated for a while, Maia wanted to help him out."
"That's nice of her." Magnus said slowly, remembering the way the two of them were, close friends, "And everyone believes that they just got over their break up that smoothly?"
"You sort of have to here." She snorted, "You see the same people everyday. You can't afford to hate people for stupid reasons. Most people are forced to get over their issues or more away."
"Wow." He laughed, "I would never survive here. I've had some pretty messy break ups."
Isabelle nodded, "I can imagine. You seem like a bit of a heartbreaker." She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "That's why I want to talk to you. If you hurt my brother, break his heart, leave him alone, I don't care, I will kill you." She was dead serious, pursing her lips, "I don't care what your reasons are. You break his heart, I break you."
He feigned hurt, "And here I thought we were becoming friends."
"I don't have friends." She said it coldly, but there was a touch of hurt under her voice. Magnus got the idea that she had the same complex as Alec in a way, though she didn't want to trust people whereas he honestly believed he didn't deserve it.
He picked up a top, noting the colour, the shape and the way it would suit her frame. "What a shame," He said, "You have a killer sense of style."
Isabelle laughed, "The guys find me intimidating and the girls seem to think I'm a bitch." She picked at dust on her bedsheets and sighed, "There's nothing for me here and I'm going to leave as soon as I can."
"I'm leaving as soon as the summer is over." Magnus said with a smile, "But you're not a bitch. I've met some pretty terrible people Isabelle Lightwood, but you are not one of them." She looked up, but he just smiled and turned to leave, figuring they were mostly done here.
"I wish we were friends." She said suddenly, "You seem nice and I hear you laughing on the phone with your friends in your room."
Magnus nodded, "I'm really nice." And she laughed, loud and bright like sunshine, "And I like to consider us friends."
"Really?" She seemed honestly surprised, "You don't even know me."
"I don't really have to." Magnus said, shaking his head, "I can tell you're amazing, that you're kind, loyal, fierce and have a great sense of humor. Everything I need to know I already do, all we need to do now is swap phone numbers and share nail polish."
Isabelle laughed, "How do you know that?"
"Your brothers." He said simply, "Your eyes soften when you look at them, because you love them deeply. Your loyalty led me in here, a fierce protectiveness and love for your brother."
"And my great sense of humor?"
He opened the door, turned around and winked, "You laughed at all my jokes."
She laughed again, shaking her head and falling back onto the bed as he closed the door. Magnus walked back to his room, closing the door softly behind him.
Grabbing the phone and sliding into his desk chair, Magnus texted Camille.
Magnus: hey
Magnus: something really important just happened skype me when you get this
He set the phone down next to his laptop and opened it, scrolling through facebook for a few moments before he got an incoming skype call. He grinned, glad that Camille practically lived on her phone and never seemed to be too far from her bedroom when he needed her.
"Hey sweetums." She said, giving him a toothy grin. The camera was slightly grainy, but she was pretty as ever, hair up in a messy bun. Camille was wearing a baggy shirt that they'd gotten at some weird concert and she looked tired.
Magnus returned her grin nonetheless, "Hey Cam." He ran a hand through his hair and groaned, "So, I've fucked up royally."
"Oh dear." She said, "Are we glad that William the douchecanoe is not present?" He laughed slightly but nodded, putting his head in his hands. Camille sighed, "What have you done Mag?"
"I'm not going to tell you now."
"Why?"
"Because you use that abomination of a nickname."
Camille laughed, tossing her head back. "You are ridiculous. Though, in all seriousness, what the hell happened? One minute you're happy and the sun is shining out of your asscrack and the next you look like someone murdered your cat."
"Not my cat," Magnus said, "Simply any chance I ever had of getting Alec to like me."
She stopped laughing, "Oh dear."
He nodded, "You were right. I moved too fast and he totally spooked."
"Oh god." Camille said, sighing. She leaned forward, covering a yawn with her hand and then resting her head on it. "So should we go for the full story? Or are you just going to abreviate it for me? How far did it get before he backed out?"
"We didn't even kiss."
She raised her eyebrows, "Well shit. This is pretty bad Mag." She saw his look of disgust and sighed, "Nus. Magnus." Magnus grinned and she rolled her eyes at him, "Seriously though, maybe you should back off. Just forget about him."
"Because I can't." He admitted, "There's something about him Cam, I can't even describe it to you. He's adorable and just amazing." Magnus looked at her, "You haven't met him, you don't understand how much I like him."
"But is he worth it?"
"Yes."
Camille shook her head, "Magnus. You are dragging yourself through hell for a boy you just met. You're being completely ridiculous. You might think that he's the one for you but you don't even know everything about him. He's not a prince in a fairy tale-"
"You think I don't know that?" Magnus practically yelled, but lowered his voice after remembering where he was and that the Lightwoods might hear him, "Camille. That's the problem. It's not a fairy tale. He's real and he's scared and I don't know what to do."
She pursed her lips. "I can get the group together and we can debate this. But Magnus, promise me something."
"What?"
"Don't beat yourself up over this." Her voice was strained and she was staring at her chipped nail polish. It looked orange in the camera, but knowing her it was a startling pink.
"I won't." He said and she looked up at him, "Or at least I'll try." Magnus knew he could never keep the promise, because he was determined to fix things with Alec and it was already eating away at him. But she didn't have to know that, she was too far away to know and he could keep up the image until - if - he got Alec to forgive him. Changing the subject, Magnus smiled, "Anything new over there?"
Camille shrugged, "There were a few good parties, nothing major. We hopped around to a few, one beach party and a bunch of house parties."
"You're not telling me something." He said, watching the way her eyes widened when he called her out on it. "You're not meeting my eyes, you're looking at either the table or your hands, never the screen."
"Damn." She cussed under her breath, "Something weird happened."
"Uh," Magnus was a bit worried now, because something weird could be anything from someone committing suicide to a new brand of drug that got people majorly fucked up. "How weird?"
"Majorly."
Suddenly a light went on in his head, "It's to do with Ragnor isn't it?" He asked, watching the way her head moved slightly, nodding a fraction before focussing back on the table. It was Camille's desk and it was covered in dried nail polish and spilled cosmetics. Sort of like Isabelle's but in the sense that Camille's was a collage of their sleepovers and drunken nights. It was a patchwork of all the weird moments they'd shared in her room. Seeing it on his screen made him miss her that much more.
"Yeah." She whispered, "We, uh, he kissed me."
"That's it?" Magnus was surprised, his group wasn't exactly known for being chasity advocates and were more well known for being complete sluts. The fact that Camille was freaking out over this kiss was good, because maybe it meant they could be something.
Camille sighed, "It was weird. Because I was completely drunk and he wasn't. And he was the one that kissed me." She laughed, but Magnus could she the glint of tears on her face, "But he did it so, so, romantically. I felt like glass, like he was never going to let me go."
Magnus watched her, "And you're running away from it?"
"I haven't talked to him since. But he's called eighteen times."
"Pick up."
She took in a shuddering breath and shook her head, "I can't." Camille was practically hysterical, "I don't do relationships. They always fall to shit and I can't lose him."
"You won't."
"How can you-" She stopped, turning away from the camera, "Did you hear that?"
He rolled his eyes, "What now?"
"One sec." She got up from her desk, she was wearing grey sweatpants that Magnus got her for her birthday that had 'bitch' printed on the butt. Camille wore them with pride and Will hated them with a burning passion. She shuffled over to the window and Magnus waited on the other side of the skype call, taking the time to examine his own nails and debate what colour to paint them.
Just as he was deciding between blue and green, Camille ran back over to the computer. She was pale but smiling, shaking her head. "Magnus," She laughed, "I've got to go."
"Why?"
"Because Ragnor is literally throwing rocks at my window." Magnus cooed and she rolled her eyes, "I'm going to go down to see him, I just-"
"Don't be scared." He grinned, "Just take the fucking leap."
She laughed, "Okay." She sounded breathless and Magnus was worried that her face was going to be split in half by her smile, "But hey, promise me something."
"Anything."
"Talk to Alec." He raised an eyebrow, "Screw everything we've said, take your own advice and just fucking leap. We're teenagers, we're fuck ups, we're never going to change. So embrace it, go kiss a country boy, make some bad decisions and fuck everything."
Magnus laughed. "I like that."
"Me too." Camille grinned,
"Now, darling, your prince awaits. Talk later." She blushed but nodded and they hung up, Magnus leaning back in his chair. Camille, his friend who was convinced she couldn't do relationships was going to give it a try, maybe Magnus could do the same?
He grabbed some blue nail polish and sighed, there was nothing to do right now, because he was almost certain Jace would skin him alive if he tried to make a move while the other boy was in the room. Magnus had to remind himself that the only people that knew what was going on were himself, Isabelle and his friends. And Alec he supposed, though that was a no brainer really.
When his nails were painted, his nightly routine completed and his mind completely fucked from the day he'd had, Magnus got into bed, willed his mind to not think about Alec, and fell asleep.
Magnus woke up at around four in the morning and, unable to get back to sleep, decided to draw. He thought about Isabelle, lonely and beautiful. He drew a dress that was dark, somewhat sullen but with a gorgeous twist. He tried to make it resonate the desperate sense of longing she held for real friendship but also the beauty in her sorrow.
When he was satisfied, it was a reasonable time for a human to be awake and Magnus decided now was as good a time as any to try and find something to eat.
It was not a good time.
Because the moment Magnus stepped into the kitchen, he noticed Alec, reaching into the fridge for some juice.
"Morning." He said softly, but it made Alec jump nonetheless, and he almost spilt juice all over the floor. Magnus walked over to him slowly, but Alec hurried around the kitchen, poured some juice, practically threw the juice back in the fridge and ran up the stairs like the house was on fire.
Magnus stood there, stunned for a moment. Alec hadn't said a word and Magnus had said literally one single word. The word was a greeting for Christ's sake. Slamming his head into the wall, Magnus sighed and decided to rummage through the cupboards to find something. There was no energy available for him to actually make something and he wasn't exactly a master in the cooking department.
He hummed to himself, shuffling around the kitchen and pouring himself a bowl of Lucky Charms. Magnus noticed with delight that the box was mostly marshmallows, his favorite part of the cereal. As he was flipping through the paper and eating his second bowl of the cereal, Jace came down the stairs yawning.
"Do you get up ridiculously early too?" He asked, giving Magnus a somewhat friendly smile.
"Sort of." Magnus said, shrugging and shovelling some of the sugary mush into his mouth, "I couldn't sleep and I figured I might as well find something to eat since I'm up." Jace nodded, eyeing the bowl of soggy mess Magnus was eating.
"Ugh," He sighed, "How can you eat that stuff?" Magnus raised an eyebrow and Jace shook his head, "I mean, I love Lucky Charms but Alec just eats all the fucking cereal so all that's left is the marshmallows. And I personally cannot find anything lucky in those suckers. They turn to mush faster than Alec runs from Isabelle's cooking."
Magnus snorted, "Two things. Firstly, I love the marshmallows asshole. They're the highlight of the cereal and if they weren't there it would just be that weird alphabet shit they sell in Canada." Jace took his turn raising an eyebrow, but one side of his mouth twisted up in a smile. "And, secondly, is Isabelle really that bad at cooking? Aren't girls supposed to be good at that stuff."
"That's a stereotype." Jace said, putting on some coffee and stretching his arms above his head, revealing a strip of tanned skin below his white t-shirt. "Isabelle is honestly terrifying in the kitchen. She manages to make something poisonous every time and Alec runs because he knows that if she asks, he'll have to try it. She says she needs a guinea pig to try her food and I'm tempted to get her a real one." Magnus laughed, "You laugh, but seriously, might save his life."
"What might save who's life?"
It was Alec, looking rather nervous but nonetheless walking over to the kitchen slowly. He looked a bit green, like he might be sick at any moment and he placed his cup in the sink before leaning against a counter. Even trying to look laid back, Alec managed to look uncomfortable.
"I was just saying," Jace said, eyeing Alec with a tinge of visible worry, "That if we were to get Isabelle a guinea pig, we might save your life."
Alec laughed, "We'd just kill an innocent animal."
"Wow," Magnus said, shaking his head, "She sucks that much?"
"More." The boys said in unison. The three of them dissolved into laughter, though Magnus made a mental note to be careful around Isabelle's culinary creations. When they'd stopped laughing and had fallen into silence, it was comfortable for a moment. Jace and Alec leaned against the counters and Magnus swirled his cereal with his spoon. Any previous tension was gone. Jace was the first to straighten up, running a hand through his hair and sighing.
"I have to feed the chickens." He said, pursing his lips, "I hate the chickens."
"Get some eggs while you're at it." Alec said, peering into the fridge, "I think we're out of eggs." He opened and closed a few drawers, Magnus could just hear the sound. His voice was muffled and Magnus resisted the urge to laugh at the way Alec basically stuck his head in the fridge instead of just stepping back.
Jace nodded, waving him off, "Yeah, yeah." He walked over to the back door and kicked away some shoes, finally tugging on a pair of worn boots. "I'll be back soon. Clary and Simon are coming over later, but the two of you have no chores today."
"So?"
"So," Jace said, rolling his eyes, "As Magnus' wonderful tour guide, why don't you show him the lake? The rest of us might come out, but only if Isabelle isn't bitching about getting her hair wet." He didn't seem to notice the way Alec tensed up and glanced at Magnus. Jace remained oblivious and waved a hand at both of them before swaggering out the door and into the sunlight, his hair lighting up like spun gold.
Magnus and Alec sat in what could only be called uncomfortable silence for about a minute. Magnus wasn't sure he even wanted to breath, because the air felt tight and Alec was making absolutely no noise. It was weird to say the least. Jace had unknowingly left them alone, with the obligation to spend the day together. Magnus cursed him and thanked him in his head, still not sure if he wanted to 'take the fucking leap' or not make himself the metaphorical sacrificial lamb of summer romances with boys who live very, very far away.
"Uh," Alec said, clearing his throat and breaking the silence. This awkward, sort of random noise was the first thing he'd said to Magnus directly. It was then followed by a, "Do you want to see the lake? It's sort of a pool really, with a, uh, waterfall thingy. It might be good for, uh, photos and things." He ruffled his hair while he talked, pulling on it like it was a nervous habit and staring intently at the granite counter tops.
"Sure." Magnus said, trying to sound as casual as possible, "Sounds like it might be fun. We can just chill for a bit, maybe head out once everyone's up and then we can come back for lunch."
"Or take lunch." Alec said thoughtfully, wandering back over to the enormous stockpile of food the Lightwoods possessed and starting to pull things out that might be in a picnic. "We used to take picnics out there as kids, because it's so annoying to have to come back for lunch. It's not a far walk, but it's not super close."
Magnus nodded, walking over to help him. But Alec shooed him away, "I can do it. You go draw or something. Get your camera ready and swim trunks etcetera."
Running up the stairs and trying to stop his whole brain from exploding, Magnus began to process what was going on. One, Alec ignored him and acted really weird, but then recovered and is now being strangely nice. Two, Jace is being a bit weird and leaving them alone and giving Magnus the vibe that he knows more than everyone thinks. Three, they're going to be swimming - cue flashbacks of Alec's gorgeous torso - and having a picnic by a lake.
It was a bit romantic, Magnus was willing to admit that he'd be completely swept off his feet if it wasn't for the pure fact that Alec and he weren't a couple. And Alec had a bit of an aversion to kissing Magnus. Which was a roadblock in the romantic endeavours. But, Magnus was willing to find a way around it, maybe convince this strange boy that he was worth the time.
He grabbed his swim trunks, his camera, a towel and a few other things he might want. Putting on the swim trunks and a t-shirt, Magnus fixed his hair and bit his lip.
Take the fucking leap.
Don't get your heart destroyed.
Don't fall in love.
You just met him.
Magnus groaned and put his head in his hands. At this rate, it was going to be a very long, very dramatic summer.
Couldn't resist sticking some Camille and Ragnor in there. I don't know why I made them a couple. I haven't even read the stories with Ragnor in them. Oops.
But hey, leave me a review and let me know what you thought.
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