I walked out of the hospital's glass double doors smeared with fingerprints from patients past and into the massive parking lot that was littered with various cars of various makes and models. My gorgeous beauty lay in wait for my return in the very far back corner where I had parked last night after returning from a much needed shower, change of clothes, and a brief visit and dinner with Chairman. I had been balancing my commitments between work and between my boyfriend of now 5 days and I had just left a heartwarming and hilarious scene of Jace and Alec discussing the benefits of Jimi Hendrix and why Alec thought Purple Haze was a much better song than Jace's pick of Voodoo Child.

The whole conversation went over my head which was quite a feat considering my considerable height of six foot six. The mild banter between the two told me that I needed to go, well, it was that and the fact that I had an appointment in an hour and I still had yet to leave Alec's side. I had bid my goodbyes to a slightly bashful Alec and a smart ass Jace who just couldn't control himself from muttering an unintelligible comment under his breath. Alec must have heard him because a bright blush rose to his cheeks and a second later Jace was clutching his shoulder, an exasperated expression marring his golden good looks.

I had ducked out a second later and I'd let a light hearted laugh escape my mouth as the muffled argument between the brothers drifted to my ears. Now I was starting up my car and settling into the seat and, for the first time in a long time, the past.

The conversation me and Alec had shared, curled in on each other in the tiny hospital bed, was something I needed to think about. The memory was a bitter sweet one. I had shared a piece of myself no one had ever seen before, well, no one but Camille.

Since I was being all self-actualizing and shit I decided to face that little red mark in my past too. Hell, today was going to be a productive day. Turning up P!nk's beautiful voice on my cherry sound system, I turned out of the parking lot and let my mind wander to my previous best friend.

It had been a night like any other in a club in Brooklyn like any other. There was heavy drinking, that I would regret the next morning when I had to get up to go to a lecture, and copious amount of glitter. I remembered how pleased I had been with my outfit that night; the white lace boots had done wonders for my ass. I had just perched said ass on a warm brown leather stool behind a long expanse of mahogany when a sultry voice from somewhere behind me had called, "Darling those boots are doing ridiculous things for your ass. They are simply divine!"

I swiveled on the rotating circle of the cushion to have my gaze filled with intense emerald eyes and swirls of perfect blonde curls. An elegantly pale hand was pushed towards me that had beautifully manicured nails attached to it so I grabbed it in my tanned one and gently pulled the women attached to the hand down on the stool next to mine. She had been wearing a gorgeous bodycon mini that was a pale pink with sheer cut outs of nude lace. She was undoubtedly sexy and after a casual glance around the lounge I could see all the guys practically drooling.

An order for two Adios Motherfuckers and a casual glance at her shoes and I knew we were going to be friends.

"I love your McQueen's Hunn. Those are the double buckle flower stud pair from last year's fall collection right?"

Apparently I had been right because she looked up from her cup of the blue concoction that had just been placed in front of the both of us. A look of pleasant surprise graced her slight almost doll like face and the expression light up her entrancing eyes before she gave a delicate nod. She took a sip of her drink before saying, "I'm Camille Belcourt. I can tell we are going to be friends darling."

Now I was the one nodding and taking sips of the sour alcohol. We had then slipped into an effortless conversation on the benefits of the men in the room and before I got too hammered to remember I asked for her phone which she procured from envy worthy crème Louis Vuitton. She had called me the next day and we had gone for coffee. By the end of the second encounter we became inseparable.

Over a period of three months Camille slowly broke down the barriers of the ostentatious clothing and the overdone glitter that I had put up to protect the broken and battered person I was inside and I shattered the sexy dresses and always done to perfection curls, until one night, we both bared it all over spiked hot coco.

Coming home from the last day of classes before my last set of finals ever I was a big fat bag of nerves. If I passed all of them I would be graduating in 3 months. I fi failed even one of them, I wouldn't be able to even think of a graduation cap for another 2 years. Needless to say, I was under a lot of stress so when Camille said she would be over by five o'clock I immediately to my cheaply stocked alcohol cabinet. I didn't exactly know what the evening would call for so I just shut the doors again, without locking them, and placed myself very ungraciously on my favorite couch. It was a long tedious hour of trying to memorize Thorton's theory on continual transfer and how it related to my projected case load before the doorbell rang. I jumped up and ran to the front door with its elegant carvings of scrolls and swirls before yanking it open.

"Damn babe, eager much? I know I have that effect on men but I didn't think that my charms worked on you." Her words eased the tension in my neck and shoulders and as a huge grin broke onto my face I pulled her in for a hug.

"Oh shut up. You're a sexy bitch and you know it." Letting her go, I turned back to my apartment, knowing she would follow me in and make herself comfortable. I went back to my textbook and began staring at the now gibberish for only a second before a hand slammed the book shut, nearly hitting me my face in the process. "Oui! What the hell was that? I need to study. I have finals in three days, Camille, and I'm sure as hell not ready for them."

"Oh hush. You'll get a hundred percent on all of them just like all the others. Now don't ignore your best friend and lets go make some hot coco because I'm cold." I just looked at her but after a few seconds of imploring stares from her big green orbs I shook my head in exasperation and got off the couch. Camille had giggled like a school girl and ran off to the kitchen.

A lot of chocolate powder had been spilled in the next hour but we ended up with two delicious cups of steaming heaven which we both quickly agreed on supplementing with a little marshmallow vodka. Just to calm the nerves, you know.

Toes to toes, we took up the whole of my extra-large couch. We slipped into an easy conversation as per usual but after a few more cups of spiked coco, it was midnight and we were both slipping up. Camille broke down first. Black tracks of tears poured down her carefully constructed face as she told her story.

Camille had been in an abusive family. Every day she was beaten by her father and was forced to watch her mother and four year old sister be beaten as well. She ran away thirteen times but was always eventually picked up and brought back to the living house of hell. Camille explained how she would have told but her father threatened time and time again to kill Madeline, her baby sister, and her mother so she stayed silent. Taking Madeline's beatings as well as her own and praying consumed her days until one day when Camille was sixteen and Madeline was only twelve, they were called out of school to be told that a fire had ravaged their home, taking their mother and father with it.

Madeline and Camille had been thrown through the system. Foster family after foster family, together they rode the storm, constantly leaning on one and another for support. Well, until they were separated by the cruel hands of fate, never to speak again.

"I just want to know she's alright, you know. I want to see what she made of herself. She always wanted to be a professional dancer. She was good enough too. I- I just don't know." Looking behind me, as if trying to control the crystalline tears, Camille spotted something before giving a hoarse laugh. "Ah shit. It's her birthday too. She'll be eighteen today. How's that for ironic." Now a small sad smile was turning up the corners of her blood red lips but it was a smile that broke your heart just from looking at it.

Feeling the false confidence of alcohol, I slowly told my story as well. The next hour was filled with a lot of sniffling and looks towards heaven, a failed attempt at hiding my own tears, but I got it all out. Tangled up in a hug that, just barely, kept both of our shattered hearts together, we fell asleep on the couch.

The next day I had woken up to a note and a headache. The note had read:

Dear Magnus,

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking why the hell am I alone. Well darling the answer to that is because I have left. Not just your apartment. I am leaving New York. Last night reminded me of what I really wanted. Not all the expensive gifts and rich lovers. I want my sister back. Please don't try to talk to me. I'll come back when I find her, I promise I will. Just know that I will miss you while I'm away and this isn't a forever thing.

Sincerely your sexy bitch,
Camille

That was two years ago. Now I was a different person and I didn't know exactly if I wanted Camille to come back. The reasonable part of my brain told me that if I was in her situation I would have probably left too, but since when have I ever listened to the reasonable part of my brain? Camille was the past and I didn't like to live in the past.

This was why I was turning into my building's parking spot and walking to my door, leaving all thoughts and worries about Camille behind me. I walked up the treacherous steps and unlocked my door. After placing my purple pea coat in the closet, my legs were attacked by a furry grey and white striped fiend and I happily picked up the Chairman.

"How is his majesty this fine afternoon?" All I got was a content purr and a mreow. Setting my cell phone sized cat down on his pillow, I straightened my back only to be face to face with a clock.

"Well shit!" I had thirty minutes till my next client got here.

I ran to my shower. I striped, carelessly throwing my visit Alec in the hospital uniform of vibrant pink soccer sweats and a white V-neck from the Gap into my zebra print laundry bag, and hopped into the mist of hot water and steam. Coming out 5 minutes later, I was covered in an all-over flush In the name of saving time, I opened the bathroom door and took a quick look around. I only saw Chairman Meow lounging on his pillow so I quick made a break for my bedroom in only my birthday suit, probably scarring the poor kitten for life in the process. After shutting the door, I rummaged through the massive heap of clothes at the floor of my closet.

If only I could snap into them but, alas, no warlock am I.

Deciding on a pair of black leather basic skinny jeans and an electric blue button down, I tugged on the clothes with less finesse than usual. I picked out the metallic silver boots from the first night I had met Alec because they always put me in a good mood and a pair of sparkly socks from Justice and I was ready for my client. He should be here any minute and I perched myself in my usual armchair with its gorgeous black leather cushion and gold lining. After looking in a mirror and making sure I looked my usual sexy self, I waited.

After all that rush and an hour and a half of waiting my client never showed up.

"The bastard." I mumbled bitterly under my breath. He couldn't have called? Honestly the nerve of some people these days.

I decided I needed to get some paperwork done and I had just sat down when I remembered the earphones and twenty dollars that were in my coat pocket. I had meant to give the twenty dollars Jace for thanks for the many cups of coffee he had provide over the last five days and the earphones were Alec's. I had them because he had to take them out to get his cat scan. I really could have waited till tomorrow to give the objects to their respective owners but really what would it hurt to give them back now? All I had to fill the rest of my evening and afternoon was sitcoms and a shitton of tedious paperwork. Besides this way I got to see my blue eyed angel again.

The drive to the hospital was filled with Bill Withers and The Smiths and it was blissfully short.

I made the walk to Alec's hospital room in record time as well and just as I turned to walk into his room I caught a glance of blond curls and green eyes.

A sultry voice met my ears a second later saying, "Heya babe. Long time no see, huh."

"Camille what the fuck are you doing here?"

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Okay so I know I'm a fail but I have been busy with the football season and a lot of other personal matters (scholarships, college, etc., etc.) but what eve's. At least you guys get this little cliffhanger xD I by the way don't own the Smiths or Bill Withers but they are both amazing artists and you should check them out.

Speaking of the Smiths. I went and saw the movie for The Perks Of Being A Wallflower and was soo impressed. It really did the book justice in my opinion and that's one of my favorite books ever (besides TMI/TID of course)

Anyway I should be updating again soon but if I don't please bear with me. I'm going to try to do a switch off of updating a chapter I've already written and then writing a new one each week until I've updated all my older chapters to my satisfaction. I hope you liked this Magnulishous chapter but there will be A LOT more Malec in the coming chapters so until then ta-ta my lovelies.

Happy trails readers & Reviewers

~L.C