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(Magnus' POV)
“So a little birdie told me it was your sixteenth birthday tomorrow? Could this be true?”
Ugh. Seriously everyone has asked me this already, come up with something original for once lady. Guess I have to act cheerful.
"Yeah. I couldn't think of a better way to spend a birthday then at my first red carpet premiere!"
“Thats amazing! What do you think she’ll be like?” the girl asked. Double ugh. She seriously is assuming that I, with my glittery shoes and what could be considered a cardigan, am straight?
Ok wait back up a bit. Let me give you a little backstory here, my name is Magnus Bane, I’m 15 and I am currently at my very first movie premiere!
I alway knew I wanted to act, for as long as I could remember, so when my favorite director had an open audition for his latest blockbuster, I jumped at the chance. Everyone was so shocked when i got the part, even me. And now a year later, everyone knows (or is learning) my name, and I’m walking a red carpet.
But back to before. I'm the most flamboyant 15 years old ever, I wanted to wear glitter eyeshadow but my PR team thought that it'd be a bit much. I'm probably bi but I have a very strong suspicion that my soulmate will be a boy, and I really don’t need anyone knowing that right now, especially with my career just taking off. But even with me not wanting to outright say it I thought it’d be a little obvious that the interviewers should at least be vague. Time to lie, yay! (That was sarcasm, btw.) Anyways back to reality. *fake smile applied*
“I hope that when we find each other she’ll be ok with what I do.” I say, successfully avoiding choking on she.
“I’m sure she will be” the lady smiled at me and just like that I’m whisked off to another interview.
The questions are mainly about the movie and how I'm adjusting to fame (very well, thank you). I only get the birthday question twice more so that was nice. Then just like that its time to go into the theater.
Because its going to be past midnight when the movies over and I want to see the name appear, I set my phone alarm for 5 minutes before midnight and turn it on vibrate. My mom and I sit down in our seats, the director and producers make a short speech then the movie starts.
It’s so amazing yet really weird seeing my face on the giant movie screen of the kodak theatre, especially along side people I’ve always admired, that are now my friends.
Right in the middle of one of my biggest scene, I feel my phone vibrate.
Shit.
Oh come on! Its a good thing I know how much longer the scene is going to be, because when its over I have one minute to get to the bathroom to see the name appear. I get up and walk out, trying to draw as little attention as possible. (Which if you know me at all you'd know that that is a very difficult and unnatural task). Finally, I make it to the bathroom with minimal sightings and 20 second to spare. I get in a stall and lock the door. 10 seconds now.
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and as if an invisible hand is writing on my skin a name appears.
Alexander Gideon Lightwood.
So I was right, it is a boy. I like that name. Alexander. It rolls of the tongue with ease and seems to float around a bit then flutter away. Welp, I can’t have people seeing this. Good thing I came prepared. I take out a tube of concealer, mentally thanking my mom for being open-minded enough to let me buy make-up. I apply a little and rub it in.
There. Now people won’t see anything that isn’t theirs to see. I go back out to find that I only missed one scene. The movie turned out amazing and everyone seemed to love it. As my mom and I were walking out I was getting stopped a lot to congratulate me on a great first feature film.
I thought I was in the clear and everyone had forgotten about my birthday, but then the annoying interviewer from before shows up.
“omg! happy birthday, birthday boy! so who is she?” she says, all really fast grabbing at my wrist. when she looks at my wrist i can see confusion wash over her face.
“but-but. theres no name.”
“I know. concealer is magical. there is no way I’m letting anyone i do not permit to see my name. Especially the likes of you, so kindly leave me alone.” I say, then strut off. yes I strut. deal with it. She looks sort of shocked, then shrugs and walks away.
Mom and I get into the limo and the day is over. when we get home it’s kind of awkward as we get ready for bed, but right as i get under the sheets, mom come into my room.
“When you said you wanted concealer, i thought you just wanted to experiment with make-up. i didn’t know you wanted to hide your soulmate from the world.”
“trust me mom, it’s better this way.” I said, turning on my laptop.
“how come?” she asked, sitting on the side of my bed.
I sigh, “because, I don’t want to meet my soulmate yet. I want to figure out my career and what my next move is, plus I don’t want the media going on a mad hunt for them like they do for every teenage star who hasn’t met their soul mate yet.” I say, not looking up at her, too engrossed in my tumblr. I love my tumblr. Nobody knows who I am so everyone following me likes me for me, not because I’m famous. Also I don’t look at her because that isn’t entirely the whole truth. And she knows it.
“sweety you know you can tell me anything right? I’ll love you no matter what.” She says, closing my laptop on me.
“hey!” she just looks at me with the concerned look very loving mother shares. I know how much my honesty would mean to her and how she won’t care that it’s a boys name. So I cave.
“Alright, Just give me a second.” I roll my eyes sarcastically and get up and go into my bathroom. I wash off the make-up, and the name appears from behind it.
I never gave much thought to it in the theatre, but it really is a beautiful name. I wonder how old Alexander is? If he knows I’m his soulmate and is seeing me on posters and in tv trailers and being proud, or worried, or anxious? With a name like that a beautiful man is surely behind it. I walk back out staring at my wrist, then hold it out for mom to see.
She just stares at it for a while, and it’s making me nervous. what if I was wrong and she isn’t ok with this?
“Do you hate me?” I say, almost in a whisper, pulling away and looking at the floor.
“Oh my gosh no, no honey I could never hate you. I love you more than anything, you know that. I’m Just surprised.” she assures me, and pulls me into a hug.
“So you’re not disappointed?” I ask, still not sure on how far her acceptance goes.
“No sweetie. Never.” she smiles, and then she gets a mischievous look on her face.
“Why don’t we look him up?” she says, grabbing at my laptop. I just groan and let her do it because I’m curious. We find his twitter with a quick google search, and I’m a bit shocked to find out he’s only twelve.
“He’s four years younger than me?! well there goes the idea of him already knowing about me.”
“Are you going to message him?” My mom asks, looking at some of his photos. Dang for a twelve years old, he’s really, very attractive. I think for a minute.
“No. I think that I should let him find out for himself. Also, being twelve, he might still be confused about his sexuality, so I would want to throw this on him.” Mom seems to agree so we say our goodnights and she goes to bed.
I keep looking on his twitter for a bit, then I think about following him, but I decide against it. I’ll just let him be for four more years. Damn. What am I gonna do for four years, knowing that he’s out there? I’ll think of something eventually. I go on tumblr for a while longer then go to bed, content with my life and where it’s going, with only one thought in mind.
Four more years.