A Chance Meeting at Walgreens (Malec)

Hello readers!

This is new, if you couldn't tell.

It's AU, high school.

I shall be alternating chapters between Alec POV and Magnus POV.

i will start with Alec.

Let the journey begin!

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Working as a cash register at Walgreens sucks dick. Just saying. I would know, of course. Because even though I have the biggest rich-ass family in town, I am required to have "responsibility". So they gave me a fucking job.

It's endless, cheerful, "Hi! Did you find everything okay?" And then they stare at me weirdly because 1. I'm Alec Lightwood  2. I'm fucking rich 3. I'm not supposed to care about the peasants.

You see, my family has run the small town of Idris, Indiana for generations. My dad is the mayor, my mom runs the PTA. My brother Jace is a football legend,  my sister Isabelle is probably the most beautiful girl in Indiana, and my other brother Max is a genius.

So what am I? A loser who likes sci-fi and men.

Reread that last one.

Now keep reading.

I made you reread that because being gay is considered being devil-spawn here in Alicante. It's not forbidden, but you are shunned and hated if you are. The priest here, Mr. Valentine Morgernstern, says in sermons regularly that, and I quote, "The homosexuals shall be DESTROYED!"

So I hide it. I go out with girls. Nobody knows. And nobody will ever know, at least until I can leave.

Then I'll shout it in their fucking faces.

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I walk to my register at the usual time, 4:00. I can feel myself falling asleep. The customers all stare at me, because this place is so and secluded we all know everyone.

"Hello, did you find everything okay?" I ask, my voice dull and blunt.

The voice that answers is velvety and smooth, like rich caramel. "Yeah, thanks."

I know that voice.

It's the voice of Magnus Bane. He's sort of my idol. Two years ago, Magnus came out, even though he knew he would be an outcast. That definitely happened; he only has two friends: Catarina Loss and Ragnor Fell.

I heard him say to Camille once, "I'd rather be who I am and hated than hide myself. I'd go crazy."

I guess we don't all have that courage.

I look up to see his beautiful yellow-green eyes looking at me with slight intrest. Probably just because I'm a Lightwood.

As I scan his stuff we have an awkward conversation consisting of biology class and rapist lunch ladies.

Once I finish, he pays and leaves, but not before slipping something into my hand.

It's a note that reads:

362-572-4721

Use it. :)

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I'm excited for this story!

So I'm thinking about doing my schedule like this.

Mondays- Nothing, it's fucking Monday. I wanna sleep.

Tuesdays- I Do

Wednesdays- A Chance Meeting at Walgreens (ACMW)

Thursdays- Too much dance to do shit.

Fridays- I Do

Saturdays- ACMW

Sundays- Possibly something special I need to discuss with some of my fellow writers.

Vote, comment, enjoy! ♡