A/N: So, I'm not quite as happy with this chapter. It's kind of a filler. But, on the plus side, Malec!

Simon POV:

There is a cow onstage. Well, there are two guys in a cow costume. Mr. Wayland's latest whim has resulted in Jonathan and Sebastian Morgenstern, the two biggest asses in the school, being stuck in an old animal costume together. Sebastian is now literally an ass. It's shaping up to be the most poetic scene of the play. In the show, the cow belongs to Isabelle's character, so she is dragging the Morgenstern twins across the stage with a rope. It's fantastic.

She's so fantastic.

"Stop drooling, you'll ruin the equipment." Clary teases. She's sitting in the booth with us today because she told Mr. Wayland that she had to do more sketching before she finished painting the set. I think she just wants to avoid painting around the actors. As opposed to me who sort of wishes I could be down there. When I first got to the auditorium today Isabelle smiled at me, and I really want to see if it it'll happen more. Ever since Wednesday she's been acting nice to us, and I can't really figure out why.

I don't think I'll ever be able to understand the mind of Isabelle Lightwood.

I was disappointed when she went off with that blond guy the other day, but hey, she's always dated guys, and she always will. Besides, I wouldn't wish Eric's poetry on anyone. And I never thought she'd ever hang out with me, even as friends. My musings are interrupted by Clary saying something completely insane.

"Jace asked me out." She says. I turn and look at her in shock. She's staring at the actors on the stage. Not looking at me. "What?" I ask, "When?"

"Just now. Over text."

I try to process this information. "Wh-what are you going to say." Clary snorts, "Are you kidding? He asked me out over text. If this is how he asks out all the girls, I have no idea how he gets so many dates."

"When did he even get your number?" I ask. Clary blushed, "Um… Earlier today, in English class. He's been really nice to me in the past few days, so when he asked me for it I figured why not?"

"He's been nice to you?" I say, "You know that means he's looking to fuck you right?"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to sleep with Jace. I'm not even going to go out with him. But if he's being nice to me, who am I to be rude?"

I scoff, "You're too nice for your own good." She smiles and texts Jace back. "Did you tell him to screw himself?"

"No, I just told him politely that I wasn't interested."

"Too bad, I'd have loved to see his reaction."

"Don't worry, rejecting him will be shock enough to his ego." She assures me. I'm glad to see that the blonde peacock hasn't totally wormed his way into heart. Speaking of, I see him checking his phone down in the audience, and frowning angrily at what he sees there. God, that's satisfying.

There's a knock on the booth door and Clary and I look at each other, "Who's that?" I wonder aloud. There are very few people who come up to the booth besides us. "Maybe it's Clarissa." Suggests Henry.

"I'm already here Henry." Clary tells him. He looks up, surprised, "Oh. Huh. I didn't see you there."

Clary shakes her head and goes to open the door. On the other side, is Alexander Lightwood, older brother of Jace and Isabelle. Huh. I didn't expect that.

Alec actually looks a lot like Isabelle, except for he is a guy (obviously) and has blue eyes. He also lacks the self-confidence that his two younger siblings have. He's actually pretty shy. And while Izzy and Jace are always impeccably put together (especially Isabelle), Alec looks like he wears nothing but old, ratty, sweaters.

He's standing there awkwardly, looking a little bit lost. I can understand why- he's not in this class. "Uh… hi. I'm Alec." He says. "I know." Says Clary, "I'm Clary."

"I know." Says Alec. There's an awkward silence. "So… Here's the thing. I have a study block right now, and I don't have anything to do, but I have to drive Izzy and Jace home, and I'm kind of… uncomfortadable being alone in the audience by myself while the actors are all doing stuff so I wonder if… I could hang out here?" By the time Alec finishes his rambling speech, he's blushing deeply and staring at his shoes. Wow. All the self-confidence genes really went to his sister.

"Sure." Says Clary, ever the friendly one, "Come on in." Alec walked in, and he looked around awkwardly. I gestured for him to sit down on one of the stools that were scattered around the booth that we never used. "So, do you guys do anything up here?" He asks, "Or do you just watch the actors?"

"Well, most of our jobs come later in the process, so right now it's only really Clary who's doing anything really productive for the show." I tell him, "But I think that Henry is might be building that kid from AI up here so technically he's not doing nothing." Alec looks as though he doesn't know if he should laugh at that or not (I get that reaction a lot after my jokes). In the end, he decides on silence. He opened up some book by James Joyce and started to read.

Clary and I exchange another glance. We've been friends for so long that we've learned to communicate without speaking. In about five seconds we reach a consensus about Alexander Lightwood: Weird, but seems nice. Also James Joyce? He must be pretty smart too. Clary goes back to sketching and I go back to watching the actors.

Suddenly, a huge clanging sound comes from outside the booths and we all jump. Even Henry.

"Oh my god! It's a monster!" I yell, and Clary giggles. Alec just stares at us, clearly he isn't used to the fact that the stares outside the tech booth are metal, and therefore make a lot noise when someone comes up them. Especially if that someone has a tendency to wear ridiculous platform shoes ever since he went to New York and saw a Broadway production of Kinky Boots.

But I think he figures it out when Magnus bursts into the booth, singing Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go at the top of his lungs.

If I had to use one word to describe Magnus Bane, it would be sparkly. Every day, it looks like he wakes up and dumps a bucket of glitter on his head. His whole body shimmer 24/7. It's like he's magic or something. His clothing is so bright that it's almost blinding, and his outfits are so… different, that they border on the absurd.

He's not part of the conventionally "popular" crowd, but among the grade twelve arts-y students, he's a god (or at least, a very powerful warlock). He also has an incomprehensible love of wham, and other 80s pop groups that have been largely forgotten by the rest of society. But his singing ends abruptly when he sees Alec, and his mouth forms an intrigued smirk as he raises one eyebrow.

"Well, well, all, and who are you?" He asks Alec, leaning forward. Alec looks like he's still struggling to find away to respond to Magnus's entrance (really, who can blame him), and so before he can say anything Magnus shoots up and turns to Clary and me, "Please tell me this is our new intern."

"We're high school sound techs," Clary points out, "we don't have interns. We don't even get paid."

"Well we should." Magus retorts, "We should get paid in hot guys who bring us coffee."

"Um… I'm not an intern." Says Alec, finding his voice at last, "I'm just here for my brother and sister. I'm Alec Lightwood." Magnus turns to him and cocks his head, "You're brother is Jace Lightwood?"

"Yes." Magnus frowns as he processes that. Alec squirmed, "What?"

"Oh, I'm just trying to figure out how someone as cute as you, could be related to a little shit like that." Alec looked stunned, "You…Uh-I… Uh- He's adopted."

"Ah… That explains it." Grinned Magnus. Alec flushed a deep red. Magnus pulled out a chair and scooted closer to him. "So… What grade are you in?" He asked flirtatiously. "Um… Twelve?" answers Alec, sounding a little unsure.

"Me too! I wonder if we've ever had any classes together."

"We haven't."

"No. Of course not. I would have remembered those beautiful blue eyes."

Alec was really blushing now. He looked like a strawberry. I would almost feel bad for him if I was sure he wasn't enjoying it. However he doesn't seem unhappy about it, just taken aback, and slightly uncomfortable. It suddenly occurs to me that Alec Lightwood has never had a girlfriend.

But that doesn't mean anything right? Tons of guys don't have girlfriends, it doesn't mean they're all gay. Technically even Jace Lightwood has never had a girlfriend; he just goes on a lot of dates. But Alec has never even showed an interest in a girl, that I know of, though lots of girls have showed interest in him. He's on both the swim team and the football team, so he generally hangs out with the popular crowd, but he hangs back so that he's never in the center of attention. Especially when girls are around.

I used to think it was just because he was shy, but by the conflicted way that he's looking at Magnus, I'm not so sure. I look over at Clary and see the question I'm asking myself, mirrored in her eyes, Is Alec Lightwood gay?

Magnus certainly seems to think so, because he keeps talking with him until the bell rings. Slowly, Alec closes his book, and starts answering the questions with answers that are more than one word long. He even laughs a couple times. When the bell does ring, Magnus leans over and rips the corner off of one of the pages in Clary's sketchbook. Which was pretty brave of him I must say. He scribbles something on it, with one of my pens I might add, and hands it to Alec, mouthing "Call me." Alec walks out of the booth, looking like he might be in shock.

As the door closed behind him, Magnus whistled slowly, "Wow. If that's how all the jocks at this school look, I've got to go watch more sports." Clary rolled her eyes at Magnus's antics. "OK, whatever. I'm going home, want to come over Simon? We can have a Last Airbender marathon." I smile at that idea, "Okay, sure. I just need to ask Mr. Wayland something."

Clary nods and we walk out of the booth together. I run up to Mr. Wayland as he is leaving the auditorium and he frowns at me for cutting him off. "Um, hi. I was just wondering if you wanted a cow sound effect, or if you were going get one of the Morgensterns to moo." I think it's a pretty reasonable question, but Mr. Wayland is looking at me like I'm an idiot. Which I probably am, but not for the reason he thinks.

"Both." He says.

I blink, "Both?"

"Yes." He starts to leave. "Wait! But that doesn't-" He's already gone, "Make any sense." I finish lamely. Clary takes my arm gently and pulls me towards the door, "Don't even try to fight it." She tells me gently, with an amused smile on his face.

As we walk out, we hear Jace and Alec talking to each other and stop. Everyone else is already gone and they can't see us, so they probably think they're alone. Which is probably why they're not being careful about what they say.

"Where the fuck is she!?" Alec is saying, louder and more passionately than I've ever heard him say anything. Jace shrugs, "I don't know, she left as soon as the bell rang."

"Well where did she go?"

"I don't know Alec." Says Jace, "Maybe she went home?"

"She can't go home, she doesn't have a car!" Shouts Alec, then smothers his face with his hands. "Jace, they're coming today, if she's gone they'll flip."

"And probably blame you." Adds Jace. Alec glares at him. "Not helping?" Jace asks. Alec rolls his eyes and groans. Jace pats him on the shoulder, grimacing sympathetically, "Sorry man, what can I say? It's Izzy. Maybe she decided to walk. It's not unheard of. Try texting her when we get home." Alec nods defeatedly and they start walking out of the auditorium and straight into Clary and me.

They freeze when they see us, and Alec frowns as Jace…blushes? I've never seen Jace Lightwood blush before. Alec pushes through us and stalks off. Jace looks between us, "Um… Sorry about him. He kind of gets stressed when our parents come home."

"Jace come on!" Calls Alec. "In a minute!" He yells back. Then quieter, "Clary can I talk to you for a minute." He looks at me pointedly, "Alone?"

"Uh… Actually, I think I have to go to the bathroom." I say awkwardly, and shuffle away.

When I get back, Clary is alone. "So, what happened?"

"He asked me out." She says simply. "Again?" I ask. "The first time didn't count." She reminds me. "Aah." I say, smiling, "So what did you say?"

"I said no."

"You rejected Jace Lightwood twice in one day? That's got to be some kind of record." I marvrl. She laughs and we fall into silence as we leave the school and make are way to her house.

"What are you thinking about?" She wonders, after a few minutes. "I-I'm thinking about where Isabelle could be." I admit.

Clara snorts, "Of course you are."

A/N: So this story is probably going to change to an M rating in the next chapter, just a heads up.

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