when I'm with you [ fierrochase ]

Chapter 01

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MAGNUS

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Magnus Chase hated the mornings. He hated getting up when the sun was trying to blind him. He hated having to get out of bed. Most of all, he hated getting up to find the apartment empty, with no note, and nothing explaining where anyone else had gone.

It seemed kind of ridiculous to hate being alone, yet enjoy the solitude. Sometimes Magnus wondered if there was something wrong with his brain.

So, to be awoken the next morning by his Uncle Randolph was one of the weirdest experiences of the past few years.

"Get up, we've got a new family to welcome," Randolph ordered, throwing the blanket off of his nephew.

"Why do I have to go?" Magnus yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Randolph owned the Chase Apartments in uptown Boston, and had made a habit of greeting new people living in the housing, simply to make them feel welcome and making them want to stay. Magnus, however, had never accompanied him, on account of not being a very people-y person. The result of him being there would be disastrous.

"Because they've got a boy about your age, and you need friends," Randolph explained impatiently.

"I've got friends," Magnus protested.

"Get up, anyway." Randolph left the room, leaving Magnus to actually get up and do things, which he was not interested in. Despite the prospect of going back to sleep, the boy decided to listen to his uncle, since he hardly ever invited him places, let alone speak to him. It was a nice change, though Magnus suspected it wouldn't last, and he was okay with that.

Dragging himself into the bathroom, he quickly showered and got dressed. The grey hoodie complimented his signature Chase eyes and blonde hair, which he hadn't bothered to cut in years and easily reached his shoulders. He also didn't bother combing it, much to the annoyance of his uncle.

"About time," Randolph sighed as Magnus came down the stairs into the entrance way. For the most part, their apartment couldn't even be considered an apartment. Randolph would settle for nothing less than flashy, and thus they lived in at the top of the tall apartment complex in a penthouse.

"Let's go, then," Randolph said, leading Magnus out into the elevator. They spent a couple minutes in silence as they went down a few floors and down the hallway to the third apartment. Randoplh knocked on the door a couple times, and it swung open to reveal a middle-aged man, his brown hair streaked with grey.

"Ah, hello! You must be Mr. Fierro," Randolph greeted. "I'm Randolph Chase, the owner of this building, and this is my nephew, Magnus. May we come in?"

"Yes, of course," Mr. Fierro said, stepping aside to allow the visitors to enter the apartment. It was clean and modern, with open windows, allowing a fresh breeze through the room. "Could I interest you in some coffee?" Mr. Fierro asks the two, leading them into the living room.

"That would be lovely. Magnus, would you like some?" Randolph asked, turning to the boy.

"No," Magnus said bluntly, somewhat bored.

"Dear, who's at the door?" A very female voice called from one of the open doors off to the side, probably an office.

"Mr. Chase, the owner of the building," Mr. Fierro called back. A woman about the same age as her husband with long auburn hair, woven in tight curls came out of the room to meet Randolph.