f a m i l i a r i t y. - [fierrochase]

seven ☀️

MAGNUS ;

      Magnus was cold. Not his personality, but his physical entity was damn cold. He was wrapped up in blankets as white snow rained down the streets of Boston, some ended up in his windowsill as he was drinking some coffee. The window was open, but he didn't do much to close it since he wanted to feel the cold air. Also because he was waiting for Alex to go to her kitchen and maybe take in his sight and say hey or something. Yeah, Magnus was that anxious.

He continued writing on the pages of his journal. This was one of the most important piece of stationary he kept, since it was from his mom. The pages were clean and yet it was the color brown, they were smooth and had not had a single thing on them. Magnus keep it clean and had not written anything on it until he figured out the beauty of poetry, he didn't know why, but his mother kind of presumed that Magnus would one day find his way in literature, if not in other things that is.

He was writing another poem for who else? Alex Fierro. The trans, genderfluid, artistic, and (if he may add) gorgeous person living adjacent to his building, in the adjacent room to his. He didn't know why, but making analogies regarding how gorgeous, and impeccably perfect the aforementioned green-haired, heterochromatic-eyed neighbor he had. But of course, leave it to Magnus to reverberate what kind of denying matter he had on himself.

I don't like her, or him. He thought as he looked at his bandaged arm, and scribbled the words: Everything seemed unreal when I looked at everything she was.

What's even there to like about her? I mean, she's famous with art, and pottery. That's it. He thought once again, but his hands seem to mind his thinking, as he scribbled the words: She was as important as a piece of a puzzle, an endless drive. She's the epitome of perfection.

Yeah, that's how torn he is. But then again, it would've been better for his soul to deny it than trying to hope for the aforementioned to feel the same. Feelings, and love was something very, very new to Magnus. Which is why he found it hard to admit that he—in a matter of fact—has invested a mild admiration (if not love) for Alex Fierro. But that's it! Only because she's cute!

Magnus wanted to scratch out the pages, but then again, it was a very precious piece of stationary that he evaded doing so. Instead, he glanced to his coffee mug and dared to take a sip. Just when the ceramic mug was about to touch his lips, he heard a familiar, playful voice call out to him from outside the window, causing him to almost drop his mug. Or maybe throw it. (Whichever came first.)

"Hey, Maggie boy!" Alex said as she waved at Magnus, a coffee mug in her hand while she wore a pink plaid oversized shirt and a pair of green shorts that were kind of short for Magnus' will to stay calm. Her green hair was tousled and was sticking out to different sides, but despite all that, Magnus had been able to slap himself mentally. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Don't call me that." He said and rolled his eyes. The front, upper part of his chin-length blond hair was once again tied in a small bun over his head, and Alex seemed to notice that since she was forcing out herself not to laugh.

"You look cute like that." She said as she pointed to the bun. "You look like a poodle." She laughed quietly. Magnus settled his hand on the windowsill, feeling the cold brush up his knuckles. But he dared put his arm there just so he can look cool. I mean, let's face it, Magnus would thereby make himself look like that in front of Alex. No doubt about it, as if Alex didn't find Magnus cool anyway. Damn, they're whipped for each but heck, why can't they just get on with the romance then? Uh, yeah, because I'm narrating so, let's move on!

"I do not." He said as he rolled his eyes again. Alex sat adjacent to him, but was facing the other side. Her hands were rubbing and fidgeting with each other, as if very cold.

"Yes you do." She said and laughed again. Magnus just rolled his eyes again and sipped his coffee.

"What you writing there? More rhymes?"

"They're poems."

"I'm messing with you, Chase."

"You always do." He said and made a face as he continued scribbling words.

It took about five minutes before Alex spoke up again. "Hey, Maggie?" He glanced back to the girl and was attempting to say another form of protest, but he ended up staring at her. Adoring how the green-haired girl was looking kind of nervous while she was stirring her coffee. "Wanna go here and watch a movie? I downloaded some last night."

It didn't take long before Magnus actually blush. But then again, it wouldn't make it hard for him to explain himself just in case since it was cold. Of course, he would say yes. It was Alex Fierro that asked him to watch a movie at her place, who wouldn't agree to that?

"Be there in ten." He said as he finished up his coffee and put the mug on the sink. He glanced back at Alex who had her heterochromatic eyes on him as if she was a cat looking a laser pointer's light. She smiled, a vibrant tinge of white almost blinding Magnus. He didn't want to say anything about it, because 1) he was afraid Alex would feel awkward about it 2) he was quite new to all this feelings thing, so he wasn't sure about what he was feeling. But he knew one thing for sure, that Alex Fierro is a damn magnet, and he was this ton of metal that was glued to it.

"I'll be waiting for you!" She said cheerily. Magnus gulped and waved, not wanting to say anything else. He just went to his room and prepared for his death.