First Fanfiction! I hope you enjoy it! (No copyright intended, all characters belong to Cassandra Clare)

CASTLES MADE OF SAND, CHAPTER FIVE

For you Blue

"I've loved you from the moment I saw you, You looked at me that's all you had to do,
I feel it now I hope you feel it too. Because you're sweet and lovely."

Pompous. Arrogant. Superficial? Man, did that boy ever know how to hit Magnus hard. Those words were always something Magnus would hear in hushed whispers as their group walked by in the halls, from those around them; so by no means was this new information to him. That was how he was defined -in others eyes. Definitely not in his own though. In his eyes he felt capable to prosper in his life, he felt as if he had a shred of worth to his being, and he was highly proud of his brilliant mind -that he never showed to anyone, other then his teachers, and his biggest critic; his father. When you're born into a life of luxury, it is an unavoidable destiny to be talked about, and regarded as nothing more then an airless snotty kid, with heaps of money. But he had never wanted to be defined by the money his family had, or the esteem attached to the name, Bane.

But, as much as he wished for a different outcome, those around him would always see him as, the pretty arrogant rich boy, that didn't give a damn, and who would gladly raise his middle fingers to the world.

And it was true -he didn't mind the hatred thrown at him, because he knew himself, for what and who he rightfully was; and brushed those words off effectively, with his chiseled chin held high. If, and he had to stress the idea if; Magnus were to release the shackles and binds that held his mask firmly in front of him, people would see someone who was passionately obsessed with fine literature, someone who played the piano for hours on end until the joints in his muscles shook -someone who would never ever feel emotionally good enough.

Now, when Alec had bluntly and clearly stated those words, Magnus felt them weigh down on his brittle body, and seep through his fragile skin. Magnus had found himself actually caring about what Alec had thought of him -which was a whole new experience for Magnus, in the least. With Alec, he had hoped, since Alec was new, that he wouldn't take on the infamous perceptions of Magnus at first glance. The way Alec's eyes bore into him, made him feel as if Alec could see everything others couldn't, as if Alec saw who Magnus was -but that was quickly shattered within seconds.

Magnus let his protective shield take the reigns in class, guiding him in what he was to say; because he knew -no felt that if he hadn't, those deep blue eyes that swam with intense emotion would pierce through him, and somehow find their way to his heart. And it was that same protective shield that destroyed any little chance of hope he had left for Alec.

Magnus shook his head at how stupid it all sounded. After only a days time, and two short -yet entertaining -classes with Alec, he found himself semi-dislodged from his own body, yearning and being drawn towards the blushing dark haired boy. Magnus couldn't comprehend these strange and enduring feelings; if he were to be honest this wasn't a first time thing -the idea that is. However it was a first, on the magnitude of the sudden onslaught of his emotions.

Did this... Did this make him...

"Mag, what's wrong with you? You haven't said one word since we hopped in the car." Clary sighed, and fixed her tattered hair in the passenger seat mirror, overhead. Somehow by the end of the day she had taken on a savage birds nest look to her once properly curled locks; her white shimmery undershirt crumpled around the lines and curves of her small breasts and there was a few blossoming purple bruises on the side of her neck, just above her defined collarbone. Clary was known to have a few boyfriends, in which Sebastian happened to be a very recurring member; but she didn't 'get around' really, and just gazing at her now... Made Magnus want to give props and congratulations to the lucky suitor who could accomplish that.

"I have a lot on my mind. No need to worry, darling." Magnus brushed it off coyly, not wanting to further explain. And that was the truth. There was a lot on his mind, and likewise, a lot that he didn't feel the need to share with the rest of them. What would they think of him, knowing that the basis of his thoughts revolved around a guy, he barely knew?

"By a lot on your mind, do you mean Alec Lightwood?" William, who was sitting beside Johnathan, said hoarsely from the back of the car. Magnus froze, was he really that wanton and readable? Better yet, how would William know...

"Ha, William, what would ever give you that impression?" Magnus asked, gulping back the uncertainty his voice held.

"I saw you come out of Biology, flustered, and I was about to go talk to you, when the kid came out with the same expression on his face. What happened in there?" William pried, which was very un-Will like. He was similar to Magnus, in the fact they never dwelled on trivial things, and never asked studious questions... Which was exactly what Magnus had been doing, in his own mind, just a moment ago he realized. There was definitely something wrong with him. Possibly Olive's herbal tea, Sarah's freshly baked scuffles and hours of divulging himself into a couple of Oscar Wilde plays, would release him of his troubles.

"Nothing happened. Leave it be." Magnus dismissively said. He didn't want to stay on the topic of Alexander Lightwood any longer, because the more his name was brought up, the more Magnus thought of him; which was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do. Magnus wanted to erase his mind of how attracted he seemed to be, to those baby blues; or how attracted he was to the high flush that developed on the apples of Alec's cheekbones when he was embarrassed, or the way his charcoal black hair fell dishevelled around the frame of his face, or how Alec bit his thin, pink, bottom lip when he was nervous. Stop, Magnus told his mind, that managed to runaway on him. Thoughts like those, could only mean trouble for Magnus.

They all fell into a steady silence, the only sound was of the constant thrum and purr of his cars engine. A high wall of evergreen trees lined the narrow tar roadway, the peeks of the tops nearly licking the now grey depressive sky. There was small movement at the corners of Magnus' almond shaped eyes -deer's and other wildlife that roamed the lush forest grounds freely. They lived in a substantially large town, Alicante, that was highly regarded for it's outlandish hilltops and wide vast forests that covered most of the land. Everything about the town was impressively structured and complex; almost every building of their old downtown district had the charm and character of old Victorian villas -except in this case, it had a more fresh updated look. Which completely contradicted itself, in Magnus' mind. Magnus could remember the many summer days, when Clary dragged him down to the old boat docks, which lay on the other side of the hills, just so Clary could sketch the landscape, one of her many talents, while Magnus just sat there and read his books. Clary was maybe the only other person to know he read, but still, she didn't know the extent at which he did.

About an hour out of town, following a shallow dirt road, was a small lakeside beach that was hidden from the common eye -his mother used to take him there, whenever she had the time, seeing as they used to live just shy of the area before he was eleven, and now every moment he had the chance to get away from life in the present; that is where he went. The soft ripples of the lake water, and the calming sounds of crickets that chirped in the late evenings, became an Eden to Magnus, a way to escape from his own mind in some ways. And at the stroke of midnight, a bright array of fireflies lifted out of the grassy patches that stuck out unevenly between the golden sand, illuminating the area around him, to create the allusion of stars laying insanely close to the shore.

Even further out of town, heading north for a couple of hours, you would hit Idris, the closest city-state. Quite possibly the only city in the country, that had the most immaculate glass towers, which sprawled up, high between the clouds.

"Alec seems pretty nice. Timid, but nice." Clary's hum of a voice broke Magnus from his thoughts. Her suggestion caused Magnus to smile.

"You just like him because of his brother." Johnathan scoffed from the backseat.

"No! I actually think he's sweet, and nice, and -"

"Don't lie to me," Johnathan quickly cut her off mid sentence with a horrific growl. A terrible trait he inherited from their father Valentine, who very rarely ever respected their mother, Jocelyn. Both Johnathan and Valentine might have been viewed as the burly protectors of the family, but their means of protecting did little good and more damage to the women in their lives. "I saw you two at lunch. Really Clary? You don't even know, golden boy." Johnathan nearly yelled. Johnathan felt threatened by the guy, and for good measure. Clary was his baby sister after all, it was his job to keep her away from anything and anyone that could mangle her heart; and for some random obsolete guy, to come strolling into the halls, then eventually giving Clary a few hickeys the size of Texas -he had a right to be pissed off.

Not overly pissed off, but still pissed off.

His tone of voice he used over Clary, however did cause Magnus to stifle back low chuckles when Clary began to roll her eyes greatly, and make 'blah blah blah' motions with her mouth. Johnathan always tried too hard to be like Valentine, it was evident in the way he mimicked Valentine's actions and words whenever they were over at the Morgenstern manor; but none of them were scared of Johnathan, because he did have some soft inner depth to him. Valentine, on the other hand, was someone to fear. He owned quite possibly one of the largest shipment companies in the country alone, and was a cut throat dictator, with high connections in the branches of the government. He was powerful, and used his power a bit too wisely. He had steely black eyes, that resembled Johnathan's, hard angular face and bright angel white blonde hair, that was immaculately cut. It was sometimes odd thinking Clary and Johnathan were siblings, seeing as Clary adopted most if not all her looks and personality traits from her mother, and Jonathan, from Valentine.

"It seems to me these, Lightwood's," William maliciously said, "have stirred up quite the controversy between us." Magnus grunted, how was William involved in any of this?

"And what, per-say, do you believe to be the solution?" Magnus asked distastefully, not enjoying the path their conversation was taking. William laughed a disastrously hoarse and cynical laugh, that alarmed all of Magnus' senses. Red flags burst in front of his eyes at the sound -his hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that the skin around his knuckles turned snow white.

Magnus could see clearly from the corner of his right eye, Clary absently gnawing at her bottom lip that was caught in between her bottom and top pearly whites; quivering. For as long as they had all known William, they knew him as an exceptional planner and schemer. He was able to come up with cut throat ideas that had no room for error. Back in the day, Camille and Tessa had been outsiders to their little group, but as soon as they began to 'grow up', Will hatched a flawless plan to submerge them into their large group. Only Magnus was ever aware of this, because more often then not William confided in Magnus with these types of things.

Over the years their group began to dwindle in size, whenever William got bored with certain people. Charlotte, Sophie and Henry were a faint memory that Magnus attempted to hold on to; and likewise over the years there group grew, and grew in size. More often then not, you could find, Magnus, William, Sebastian, Clary, Johnathan, James, Camille, Tessa, Jessamine, Quincey, Gideon, Gabriel, and sometimes Simon, all huddled around the same park bench just outside of the school grounds. And more often then not, they all were found in the back woods -where most of the teenagers in Alicante went to have a good time. All, came from ridiculously wealthy families, and all had many things and or preferences in common. Although Simon wasn't from a respectively rich family; at the beginning they had all put up with him, because of Clary, but many of them had grown to like him over the years. Magnus could not stand him, on most days, but Simon was a good, and faithful friend, that he even grew to miss whenever his presence was gone. Everyone welcomed Simon in with open arms, not seeing the fault in having him there.

Everyone except William that is. He had mentioned a few plans to Magnus that he had in mind, to essentially fracture and or break the friendship between Clary and Simon, resulting in Clary and the rest of them shunning and looking down on him. But Magnus always talked him out of it, stating that a friendship as great as theirs was meant to be left alone.

William cleared his throat loudly, bringing Magnus back to the present state of mind. He glared at Magnus through the rear view mirror, his blue eyes held so much intensity it sent unnerving shocks along Magnus' spine.

"Oh, you'll see."

A/N: Filler Chapter, basically. Sorry if it's not the best! And again sorry for the long wait, I didn't expect so many things to pop up in my life as of late. I also need to catch up on writing a lot more chapters! As of right now, I have three almost ready to go, but to me, I feel as if I'll run out soon... and I need to write like five more until I start updating again. (I know I'm weird, lol) So, that being said, it will probably be another three-four days wait for the next one (Is that okay?) And hey, I will tell you one thing: Reviews does make the process go faster (;
(One last thing... I'm sorry if I'm making Will seem like an absolutely terrible person. I don't want anyone to think that I am biased against him. Because truthfully, I love William Herondale, and I cried thinking about how terribly distraught he was at the end of Clockwork Prince. So yeah, in this story I guess it just fits, but otherwise I don't want you guys to think I hate him, because I don't!)

Amber,