A/N: UGH, I just realized that my line breaks don't show up in the chapters, and I'm sorry if there was a time skip, and no one knew it. Sorry for any other mistakes, too. Updates might be coming a little slower now, because I'm only 13 and I don't have my own laptop, so I need to share my time. But I promise to write at least once a day. All rights go to Cassandra Clare.
And...GO!
I was done for. Finished. Over. Never to be sane again. Magnus was going to be the end of me.
I had showed him around all day, people started to move out the seats next to me, to make room for Magnus. Not that I minded.
That's another thing, I didn't mind! He flirted with me all day, and I didn't mind. I kept telling myself that if he (we, really) kept this up, people would start to get suspicious. But, still, I didn't mind.
I came home today, actually sad that I was leaving him. I couldn't even think his name without blushing.
Now, I was laying on my bed, trying to calm down. But, whenever I closed my eyes, I saw anything, everything about Magnus. His skin tight shirt and pants. His hand, connected with mine. His smile, and his eyes, always his eyes.
Their colors seemed to swirl together whenever he looked at me. His smile, so bright it could light up the world, always knocked the breath out of me. His hands, always sending warmth up my arm when they touched me.
The worst thing is, though, I had only known him for about six hours! I knew it could only get worse from now on, and I didn't mind. He was driving me insane, but...I didn't mind
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I got up from my bed after almost two hours laying there, trying to get certain thoughts out of my head. But, it was no time for thinking, now. It was dinnertime, and my mother would not stand it if I was late.
I met Isabelle in the hallway. She looped her arm around mine. I looked at her and smiled.
"So...How much do you like him?" she asked ginning. She's not one for beating around the bush. I sighed, and flushed at the picture of Magnus that involuntarily popped into my head.
"OH! I saw that blush, you like him. A lot" she exclaimed. I was about to deny it, but she cut me off. "Don't. I can tell; I have a gift." she bragged and I chuckled. She was right, I supposed. It didn't mean I was ready to gush about Magnus, though, especially with my mom and Max in the house.
I continued to ignore her as she asked me how much I liked him, and what I though of him, what did I like about him.
"Ugh!" she finally said, when my silence began to get to her. "I know you love him, so at least give me some details!"
"Who does Alec love?" my mom asked. I gasped. I hadn't even realized we had reached the dining room, but hear was my mom, listen to Isabelle saying how much I loved someone. How much I loved a guy.
"Oh, I, uh, no one, I don't- Izzy, that is, um..." I looked to Isabelle for help, afraid if I said anything else, I would start hyperventilating. Actually? I think I already was.
My face was flush, my eyes were wide and flickering; looking for a way out. I can't imagine how funny it would look to someone else. It definitely wasn't funny for me.
Surprisingly, my mom started laughing, her blue eyes (just like mine) coming to life with deep humor. I must have looked confused, because she stopped.
"Alec, dear, don't look so panicked, we don't have to talk about him if you don't want." She said reassuringly. I let out a sigh of relief, that is until I really heard what she said.
"He?" Me and Is both shouted. My mother looked a little insulted.
"Alexander, I am your mother, did you really expect me and your father to not know you were gay?"
This was not happening. I didn't know to look at this as a blessing or as a curse.
On the one hand, I didn't have to go through the awkward time of coming out to my parents. And my parents seemed to except it. But on the other hand, this also meant I would have to tell them about Magnus.
I decided it was a blessing, and I was grateful towards it. I looked over to my mother with a big smile on my face, and ran to hug her. It surprised her, but she hugged me back.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I was scared, scared you wouldn't...love me anymore." I said.
My mother was usually very emotional, but she seemed to be holding herself back, and for that I was grateful. I let go of her. She looked down at me and whispered, "We love you, that will never change."
I could feel myself tearing up, so I quickly walked to the kitchen for some privacy. I realized something, I dad didn't say anything. Hell, I didn't see him. And Max, should I tell him? He's only eight...
Back at the table, I saw everybody already sitting. I sat, too. I scanned the faces of my family. My mom was smiling very big and tearing up a little. Isabelle had a smug look on her face, she was the one to tell me our parents wouldn't mind after all. Max...Max looked just as adorable as always, but just slightly confused at what was going on. Finally, my dad. He looked understanding, and when our eyes met, he gave me a smile and a nod.
I felt...so happy.
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After dinner Jace came over. With the arrival of Jace, a new memory came to mind of today, thankfully not one of Magnus.
Magnus and I finished with getting our lunches and sat down at a table with Jace and Isabelle. They looked at me a little strangely to have a new member, but gladly didn't say anything. Magnus looked over Jace's shoulder and waved. I looked, too. Clary was on her way over here after getting her lunch.
She arrived just behind Jace.
"Hey, can I sit with you guys?" she asked. Jace looked over his shoulder and stood up so fast he knocked the tray from her hands and some food spilled on him (thank god) not her.
Jace turned so bright red I thought he was going to explode. He kept on staring at her, but Clary was staring at the mess on the floor.
"Oh, shoot. I'm sorry." She laughed. "I'm such a klutz sometimes." she looked at Magnus, and he wordlessly handed her a napkin. She got to work on the mess...the one on Jace.
By this point I was trying, in vain, to hide my laughter. Not at Clary, it wasn't her fault, but at Jace. I have never seen him so flustered about a girl. Jace is the kind of guy who has a girl no longer than a week, then gets a new one.
Clary started with his exposed neck. He squeaked when she touched him, and she stepped back. Magnus, still next to her, took her hand and sat her next to me.
"Jace, go clean yourself up. Clary dear, it was not your fault so just sit down while I go get you a new lunch." he said, authoritatively.
"But-" Clary started, but Magnus stopped her with a hand wave and said "No, sit. I'll be right back."
All the while, Jace was numbly stumbling backwards towards the bathroom, still staring at Clary.
"Um," Clary said hesitantly. "did I do something wrong?"
I couldn't hold in my laughter anymore, and neither could Isabelle.
I chuckled a little at the memory and Jace heard me. He glared and continued to ask me what was wrong with me.
There was nothing wrong with me though, there was something wrong with him. Or something right. Because Jace was falling in love, he just probably didn't know it. He didn't even come back the whole lunch hour. It was still hilarious. I laughed again.
Jace humphed and sat back in the couch to continue watching TV.
"I just had a bad day, is all." he muttered.
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I awoke in the morning oddly early and crept downstairs. No one was up yet, so I stole a piece of pizza for breakfast and quietly went back to my room.
I took a shower first and all that stuff. I usually wore black, brown, or green worn out sweaters to school, and ratty jeans.
I didn't know what made me do this today, but I dressed in a light blue soft new sweater and tight (not as tight as Magnus') black jeans.
Since I was up so early, I did some more than necessary homework that was assigned for later in the week. I got bored with that and started daydreaming about random stuff until I heard Izzy called me to get up. I looked down at my paper and saw I had drawn a perfect pair of lips. I didn't have to work to hard to know whose they were.
Magnus was driving me insane!
A/N: this one kind of sucked to me. To you, too? Idk, I just don't like this one that much. I don't really know how to write about a coming out, so sorry about that. Anyways, you can't imagine how happy I am when I get reviews. My mom asked me one time what was wrong because I was smiling so much. So, please review! Please.