City of The Pretty Warlock

Getting Ready

What's up, my flippity muffins? Ahhh sorry for not updating in YEARS, but I've had so much going on, and asdfghjkl sorry! But I'm going to try and make time to work on it more often. 

Please check out my other Malec story, Perfect Two, and I also started writing some oneshots. Soooo....yea vote if you like this, but most importantly, enjoy! <3 Thanks!

I kept pacing in my room. Thoughts of my date with Magnus refused to leave my mind. What was I going to say? What if I made a fool of myself? 

I imagined different scenarios, trying to come up with a way to avoid awkwardness no matter what happened, but knowing me, I would probably use a slice of bread as a napkin or something stupid like that. 

About half an hour until I had to be at Magnus's apartment, I had finally reached the decision that I would just wear a black sweater and some black jeans, seeing as my wardrobe only consisted of dark colors. I had told Izzy what time I would be leaving, and she promised to cover for me until I got back. She was both the best and the worst sister, but I was truly so glad that she wasn't bugging me about it. Aside from the subtle wink that she threw at me with a wiggle of her eyebrows, she never asked me about it. That was before she burst into my room immediately after I had changed into my outfit.

"HEY! Are you exc-" she ran into my room, throwing her arms up as my door flew behind her. I whirled around, my eyes wide. "What are you...wearing?" she said quietly, looking me up and down.

"Clothes," I said, hesitating slightly. Was my choice of outfit not good enough for her? Why do I care anyway? Would Magnus think my outfit wasn't good enough?

"Okay, yea, but..." she replied, trailing off.

I looked down at myself and sighed. "Fine, go ahead," I muttered. I could tell that she was struggling to keep herself from sprinting to my closet and flat out throwing everything on the ground. 

"Umm, okay," she said quietly, looking through my clothes. "Black, black, black, bla-"

"That one's navy blue," I interrupted. She turned around and glared at me before muttering "black" under her breath and turning back to face the closet.

After about a minute of my sister sorting through my clothes, she pulled out a sweater. "Okay, try this one on," she said, handing it to me. "We need to go shopping, and you need to buy something that's not black." 

"This one's not black, it's dark navy blue," I murmured, holding it up.

"It's black, Alec," she said, walking out of the room and waiting outside my door for me to change.

 After pulling it on and studying myself in the mirror, I told Izzy that she could come in. She looked me up and down for a few seconds before walking over to the closet again. 

"Isn't this ok?" I asked, following her.

She spun around, looking at me like I was stupid. "Alec, dear, let the professionals do their job."

Roughly ten minutes later, I had gone through a few more outfits, and Izzy was starting to pace back and forth. "Okay, listen, thanks for helping me, but I really need to leave," I said, pushing her toward the door.

"Wow, jeez, you're welcome," she muttered, marching out.

I quickly closed the door behind her, running to my mirror and fixing the little flaws; I had to make sure I looked perfect tonight. A few minutes and a lot of fixing later, I decided that I looked presentable enough. Glancing at my phone to check the time, I saw that Magnus had texted me.

Can't wait to see you ;)

I quickly replied, jogging down the stairs.

Me too ;)

As I walked out the door, I began thinking about how everything might play out, hoping that I wouldn't come off as awkward. Knowing my habit of making things weird, I had to try my hardest to keep things normal. 

My mind began to drift off, whispering things like "what if he thinks you're weird," and "you're going to mess up somehow". I tried to drive these thoughts out, but it didn't work all that well. I felt a frown creep up on my face, furrowing my eyebrows. Everything is going to be fine, I told myself, but as the minutes crawled by, I began to doubt it.

I always seemed to mess up, no matter what I did. It's a miracle that Magnus didn't already hate me. I'm not really all that great; people always go for Jace or Izzy. They were the magnificent ones, the ones everyone loved. I was just the guy in the middle, the invisible one. No matter how much time I would spend with Magnus, I still wouldn't understand why he picked me over everyone else. I wasn't really that special.

I suddenly realized that I was standing in front of Magnus's apartment; I rang the buzzer and he buzzed me in. No matter how hard I tried, I wasn't able to get rid of the thoughts that had taken over my mind on the way here. I walked up the stairs in a daze, lost in my thoughts, until I was standing in front of Magnus's door.

I put on a smile and raised my arm to knock, but before I could move any farther, the door swung open, revealing Magnus in tight red pants and a bright purple shirt.

"Hello, darling! So glad you could come," he said, a smile lighting up his features. At the sight of his smiling face, my worries melted away, and my smile grew. 

"Hey," I said softly as he invited me in. He led me to the couch, and suddenly, the thoughts started to take over again.

You're going to mess up.

He's going to hate you.

He doesn't care.

"Alec, darling, are you ok?"