Chapter One
"No pink. That's the only thing I request."
"But Alec, pink is a traditional wedding color!"
Alec rolled his deep blue eyes at his fiance's logic before asking, "Is pink a traditional wedding color for two guys?"
Before Magnus could start his endless speech on the color wheel, Clary scoffed and suggested, "Maybe before you pick colors, we could pick a date? Or at least a specific season?"
Honestly, Clary loved her friends, and she loved her job. She'd been a wedding planner for four years now. But when Magnus and Alec announced their engagement, she knew this wedding would be her hardest. Besides the obvious differences of tastes between the betrothed, Clary had to deal with Alec's estranged family and Magnus' insistence that glitter be incorporated in every single detail. But those were both problems for another day. First, Clary liked to tackle to easy, broad details.
"I heard the Hamptons were breathtaking in winter," suggested Magnus with the mischievous glint that found home in his deep green eyes.
Alec groaned. "Magnus, I agreed to a beach wedding, but I am not going to freeze my ass off. It's the beach or the snow, pick one."
"How about a compromise? Is early fall alright? It should be warm enough in late August or September." Clary always liked the idea of a fall wedding. It was her favorite season to paint, too. However, she hoped the boys would say no. A fall wedding would only give her three, maybe four, months to plan this wedding. And the boys were big on leaving out major preferences. Like a date.
"I like fall," Alec agreed.
Clary internally groaned. 'Of course you do,' she thought.
"No, no, no. No way. There is no way in hell. Everyone I know who's been divorced was married in the fall, and I'm not taking any chances." Magnus shook his head so thoroughly that his hair gel- infused with glitter, yes- blinded Clary. Nevertheless, she was happy fall was out of the way.
'This is progress,' she told herself. 'Now there's only two options.'
In an effort to both avoid Magnus' superstitions and think like a romantic, she offered a new idea. "Do you guys know the exact day you met? Or, like, started to date? Maybe that could be your date. Hit two anniversaries with one stone, maybe? We could even make it next year on the day you got engaged." A year to plan sounded like a dream to Clary. Too bad Magnus wasn't that patient.
While Alec looked thoughtful, Magnus clapped his hands and bounced up from his spot on the boys' peacock-patterned couch. Clary made a mental note to avoid animal patterns when decorating.
"July 12th! Clary, that's a brilliant idea!" He looked to Alec excitedly. "Remember July 12th? When we met at that cute little ice cream shop by the park?" He turned to Clary to explain, "I saw his gorgeous eyes from across the street and accidentally spilled my coffee ice cream with rainbow jimmies all over his shirt. I just had to meet him."
Alec looked at his fiance lovingly and smiled softly before saying, "All over my new white shirt. Those jimmies stained, by the way." Alec faked an angry face, which Magnus took no interest in before leaning over to kiss him.
"Wow, as touching as this is, July is only 3 weeks away. There's no way we can make that date for this year." 'Bummer,' Clary added to herself. She knew they wanted to be married as soon as possible, but couldn't they be rational too? 'Maybe engaged people lose their idea of time when they see the ring...'
As a wedding planner, Clary was used to PDA and lovey-dovey, mushy-gushy moments. Hell, her career depended on those moments. And it didn't bother her, no siree, not at all. Despite her chosen- and beloved- profession, Clary just wasn't big on the whole 'love' ordeal. It had just never sparked her interest. Ever since her seven month relationship in high school, which ended with a bottle blonde and her boyfriend under the staircase, Clary couldn't find the time to date. Or trust. Or find a guy she was willing to do both with. It wasn't love that brought her to her business; it was happiness. Clary liked seeing people happy. Plus, she did have quite the artistic eye needed in wedding planning...
"Oh, but Clary!" Magnus whined from Alec's lap. "This was your idea, after all. Are you sure you can't work your magic and make it happen?" Magnus and Alec were both looking at her with puppy-dog faces. Magnus may have even conjured up a few tears to rim his lids.
What was she to do? He was right, it was her idea. She sighed and cursed herself under her breath. "Guys..." she started. Could she do it? Should she try to pull a huge wedding out of her ass in 3 weeks? 'If I could get some help... Maybe pull a few strings...' Already the details were stringing themselves together in her mind.
"Oh, cut the puppy face, Alec. You're shit at it," she snapped. Alec broke into a smile knowing his best friend was an easy victim to his pout.
"So...?" Alec drawled.
Clary hesitated. And then, "Oh, what the hell? But!" The boys high-fived and cheered before calming down to hear the rules Clary would no doubt set down. "There is an intense amount of shit to do. And I don't mean in just three weeks, I need, like, ten percent done today." She was deadly serious.
"Fantastic, we'll help! And we'll get you more help, too. You have our full attention," Magnus promised. He looked to Alec with that damn look again. "And no pink," he smiled.
Another kiss, then two, then before a third, Clary coughed.
"Ahem, right. What's first?" Alec coughed awkwardly with a rosey touch on his cheeks.
"Today we tackle the guest list and invitations. They need to be sent by Friday." Clary started mentally planning every detail's deadline in her mind. Friday gave them 3 days.
"Oh, and turn the TV off," Clary smiled wickedly. "You're in for some deep shit. Welcome to wedding planning boot camp."
Author's note: Welp, there's the first chapter of my first fanfiction :D It's starting off really slow, I know. But I have a lot of ideas for upcoming chapters. Anywho, review and give me any ideas you guys have :)
~xox Jaciem
