Okay, sorry this took so long. We started off with the wrong foot in my opinion in creative writing. Poetry. e-o I hate poetry. Nothing against you poetry lovers out there, I just thoroughly don't enjoy it. I don't like reading it, and I like writing it even less. So I've been pouring all of my creativity into doing that so I could get some decent grades on it, but we didn't do any today(or technically yesterday by the time I post this) so my creative pistons were ready to go back into something I do like doing. Writing stories.

Cassandra Clare owns the Mortal Instruments Series.


Akol held his breath as the phone rang. One, two, three....

"Hello?"

Akol couldn't think of anything witty to say "Hi." he said lamely. He heard Magnus chuckle. Akol sighed.

Magnus laughed again "Don't think too hard." he teased.

"I'm not, I just... don't know what you want to talk about. Why did you want me to call you?" though after he asked, Akol felt stupid. It was obvious why he wanted him to call. He'd written his number on his arm after all. He felt his face warm slightly at the memory.

"Well dear Akol, I thought I made myself clear, but maybe you're just a little dense." Akol could hear the smile in his voice as he poked and prodded at him.

"You lied again." he said suddenly.

"What? " Magnus sounded shocked, like he had no idea what he was talking about.

"You said you were less devious over the phone. You're really not."

"Oh listen to you standing up for yourself. Okay, okay well I wanted to see if you really would call at all."

Now it was Akol's turn to be surprised "What? You mean you didn't even expect me to call?"

"Nope. But don't get me wrong. I'm not upset that you did. In fact I'm ecstatic."

Akol stayed quiet, and Magnus continued.

"Well darling," Akol opened his mouth to oppose the feminine word but closed it again and let Magnus speak "Now that you have called me I'm mulling over what to do with myself. I would like to invite you over today, if that's okay with you." his voice was sweet and coaxing, and Akol found himself unable to resist.

"... Okay." He didn't know if he really should. He'd only met Magnus last night, but wasn't this how people go to know each other?

"Great! I'll call you when I want you to come. I'l see you darling," ugh, that word again "Bye."

"Bye." Akol said and pressed end after he heard it disconnect from the other end. What the hell did he just get himself into? He was going over a High Warlock's flat, to do god knows what, because it he was certain Magnus didn't want to just be "besties". The question stuck in his mind now, what would they be doing?

Magnus smirked deviously as he hung up. Talking with Akol was delightful, and he found himself tingling with excitement. He couldn't believe that Akol had actually called him, and what's more agreed to come over. He looked around the still bare flat from the party the previous night and decided it needed to look a tad bit more inviting. He waved the furniture to where it was suppose to be, doors back on their hinges, window treatments once more existing in his flat.

He looked at his work, nodding to himself deeming it more inviting, though it was still trashed. Just the way he liked it. In truth, he wanted Akol to come over right now, but he knew he already had to sound very eager. He had to give himself some calm time. There was no telling what he would do if he left Akol come over while he felt this giddy. But now he was vexed. What washe going to do with himself between now and then? He supposed he get a few calls to keep himself occupied, but in between the tv didn't hurt. He sat himself down in front of it and flicked it on.

Akol's phone was going off announcing another call. He thought it was Magnus so he made a quick grab of it off the table. His shoulders fell slightly as he discovered it was only Friner. As a result he answered wearily with a slow "Hello?"

"Hey Akol, no hard feelings about last night, right? Right. Okay so are we going to hang out today or what?' Akol bit his lip and the answered.

"I can't today. I'm busy."

"Busy?" his friend laughed "You're never Akol."

Akol was a tad offend by this "Well I am today." he said in an irritated tone.

"Okay, fine. I'll text you later then."

"Okay." and with that the call was ended. Akol felt bad about turning down Friner, but they hung out almost every day, so what was one day done differently to him really? Beside it wasn't like they had plans or anything, and even if they had, Friner had blown Akol off more than once before himself. Akol sighed and walked back to the living room where he had been with his cellphone in hand.

Magnus had felt himself much calmer, and way past ready for Akol to come over. As it happened no one had wanted the services of the high warlock the entire time, so Magnus found himself curled up on the couch watching the newest and ever more interesting shows. He was busy drumming his fingers against the arm rest when his phone went off in his other hand. He lifted it in to his area of sight, his eyes lighting up at the id. He opened the phone and read the message.

What are you doing that takes this long?

Magnus laughed, well no matter their similarities, Akol seem a bit bolder than Alec had been, but then why shouldn't he be? It wasn't like he was raised in a world where it was unacceptable. No one cared anymore. They gave up years and years ago. The old stiffs finally got old enough to die and fade out so that the then younger generations could take over with their much more open ideas, and the concepts of sexuality amoung ton of other things were barely even thought about anymore.

Procrastinating. I'm pretending to be busy so when you come over I can say I was to busy to clean the flat.

Magnus laughed a bit at his own reply as he sent it, and eagerly opened the next message.

Is it really that bad? the text asked.

Oh yes, it's really that bad, still want to come over?Magnus teased. There was a pause in the messages but surely enough the boy replied again.

Maybe, it depends. Am I coming over any time soon?

Magnus smiled at the message. So eager. But so was he.

Well, that depends too. How long does it take you to get here? Because that's about how long it is until you get here.Magnus hoped he got the hint. He did.

I'm on my way.


Reunited at last! Sort of... anyways... no school Monday, and the whole weekend free means, I should be chugging out updates left and right this coming Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Be excited. Very excited.

ImaRawr: You know I haven't actually decided whether I'm going to make them all long gone or not. But if I choose to keep them alive someone will demand to see them at some point, and I don't went them floating around as old farts. xD And yea Akol has a similar personality to Alec, but he's a lot more secure in his sexuality... and his fashion sense.

ChampionShoes: Aha well his name is Akol because he's warlock not because it's the future. And I wanted his name to be kind of similar but not the same as Alec's.