Alec POV (like always)
Pain engulfed my body as I hit the wall and slid to the ground. My daily routine with Sebastian (The school bully) and his evil drones. This has been happening ever since being in Narnia wasn't fun for me anymore. I can block out the hate. I can block out the comments. The comments from those at school. The comments from my own family. But I cannot block out the physical pain. The mental toll the comments leave scarred into my head.
The reason I came out, because you always have to have a reason for doing anything, was to be noticed for once. To have the attention of one person in particular (notice me senpai). Who knows if I have succeed in my quest for his attention? Magnus Bane. The one who holds my attention wherever he goes and never notices it. He is a senior at our school while my sister and one of my brothers and I are all juniors. My youngest, and only other brother, had dies two years ago when there was a shooting at his school. He was only 9. The never caught who was behind the shooting. Back to Magnus, a more happy subject for me. I have a feeling that he might be gay due to his fashion choices but I do not want to jump to conclusions. Now on to real life I guess.
I'm lying in agony. It is to painful to move or speak or to do anything but ly there. I felt myself slipping into darkness, I couldn't fight it anymore. As everything was fading I heard a semi-familiar voice yell, followed by my tormentors running off. I felt myself get lifted up and I saw the face I have only seen this close in dreams. I gave up and fell deeper and deeper into the darkness. How is thas different that my normal day? I can't get over the face I had seen before the darkness. Magnus Bane.
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I was slowly waking up and I heard someone playing music before I was out again.
Again I was waking up but this time all I heard was silence. I looked around and noticed I was on a couch. A red one. Then I saw someone sitting on the other end of the couch. Slowly everything was coming back to me. Magnus had saved me. Was I at his place? As I was lost in thought, still lying down but with my eyes open, Magnus had turned his head to look down at me. His eyes were more beautiful than anything I have ever seen. Greenish hazel eyes with flecks of gold, almost like a those of a cat.
"Hey there Darling, You took quite a beating. You okay?" He said to e. Why did he help me? Why is he talking to me? FUCK. SHIT. Dich head Satan bless it. Okay I'm doe with my mini freak out, for now. Instead of answering, I sat up and took a better look around. We were in the living room of a small apartment. It was very classy looking for the size of the place. I noticed that everything was a dark black or a pristine white, but there was subtle hints of red around the room, such as the couch.Don't judge my description of things. I wasn't in the closet all that time doing nothing. Also I love painting/art.
"Thanks for all your help but I'm fine, I'm going to head home." I don't want to go home. Help me. Help me.Stop me from leaving. Please.
"Are you sure? I think you should rest a while before you get up and do a lot of activity."Magnus stood up and walked over to where I was standing.
"I would but I'm sure it's late and I have to walk home. I don't really trust this town at night." Stop me from talking forever. Take away my talking privileges. I give them up willingly.
"You can stay here tonight, it's the least I can do for someone so handsome." He winked at me as he said the last part. Wait! What? Handsome? Me? How? What the everloving Hell is going on. Am I getting pranked? No, I know what's happening. I'm dreaming. This isn't real. How could this be real?
"Can I please wake up now?!" I scream, looking around, waiting for real life to come back to me. It wasn't happening.
"Okay, you might have hit your head harder than I thought. Let's get you some water and put you into bed for the night. As he guided me into the kitchen I had give up on this being a dream. What in the world was happening to me today?
"If this isn't a dream, why are you helping me? You'r Mr. rich and popular. I'm the emo faggot (I hate that word) loser." I was handed two pills, which I believe are pain killers, and a glass of water. So I downed them before following Magnus to a room. Please don't be a sex dungeon. Please don't be a sex dungeon.
Secretly hoping that it is.
"I'm helping you because you shouldn't get beaten like this day after day. You shouldn't get bullied for something you can't change about yourself. You think I'm rich but I'm not. I can barely keep this apartment. I have lived alone since I turned 16. My mom committed suicide and who above or below knows where dear old dad went. You should know that you're not alone. You are not the only gay person at our school. You should know I'm bisexual. And that I like you. That is another reason why I am helping you, Alexander ."As he talked he pulled open the door to, what I now knew was a bedroom. He started making the giant king sized bed. I never got a chance to answer what he ad told me. "Here, get some sleep, I'll take the couch."
I interrupted before he could leave the room. "No, I'll take the couch. It's a step up from my place anyways." Ever since my mom and dad found out I was gay they moved me into the basement. My old room was now used for Isabelle's extra closet. Makes sense the whole tie that was my room I was in the closet, not it's an actual closet.
"No way, you're the guest. But if you don't want me on the couch and I don't want you there either." He paused, "We can just share this bed. I think it's big enough for the both of us." His face now had a pink tinge to it. Adorable. Something I have never seen, and never thought that I would, usually I was the master at the game of blushing but I think he beat me on looking cute while doing it.
"Okay,I guess. If you don't mind, I mean. It's a giant bed, as you said there should be more than enough room for the both of us. Umm. Sorry, I'm going to shut up now." I rambled on and on, stuttering over my words. Why can't I just talk normally, for once?
"Okay. We will share then. Sharing is caring. Come on, it's late and I'm tired and I want to go to sleep." He smirked at me before adding in a whispered tone, "I finally have someone hot in my bed." I started dying of laughter, my brain not registering the fact that he called me hot. As I fell upon the bed, Magnus rushed over and jumped on top of me, in straddling position. He pressed his knees closer to me so that I couldn't move. Then as I could finally breath again he surprises me by tazzing and tickling my sides. I screeched from the use of the medieval torture method and grabbed the pillow that was behind me. I hit him until he stopped and got off of me.
After our mini was we got into bed. I didn't realize how tired I was, but I couldn't fall asleep just yet. As soon as I thought he was asleep I talked. "I love you Magnus." I spoke quietly but apparently he wasn't asleep and he heard me. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me so that my back was on the bed, his face hovered over mine. "I thought you were asleep, you weren't meant to hear that." I stuttered once again. All he did was shake his head as if saying that he wasn't asleep and didn't care if he wasn't meant to hear or not. I knew my face was as red as Gerard's tie during revenge era. Before I could stutter across any other words, he leaned down and took my face into his hand so that I was facing him. And he kissed me. As I felt his lips touch mine, I started kissing him back.
A/N tell me if you want a part two of this, it was a lot of fun to write
