A/N: Hey there! My name is Lin, and this is my first fanfiction on this website! I usually write to my best friend via email, in exchange for another chapter of her fanfiction as well, so it's sort of a private trade and I haven't done anything public ^^". I've NEVER written a fanfiction on a book series before, so this ought to be great and a wonderful experience, since I love The Infernal Devices and The Mortal Instruments! Enjoy, and don't forget to review, follow, and favorite!

My Brother's Tutor

Ch. 1

When you hear that someone has an older brother, you'd expect that they'd be the kind of older brother that drives you to your friend's house and let's you stay for another hour and tells your parents that there was a lot of traffic, that they would give you a bit of alcohol at the parties they took you to, and that they'd bail you out of any shitty problem you got your sorry ass into. Or if you have an older sister, they introduce you to their cute friends and you don't have to ask her to, they get you the coolest and newest clothes, and on a scale of one to ten, nine out of ten times they'll attempt to make you pretty by putting make up on you so you could be a pretty little sister.

I am not that older sibling.

I try to, don't get me wrong, I love my youngest brother, Max, but no matter how hard I try, it's Jace that drives him everywhere, tells the funniest jokes, and always lets Max win the tickle fights. Izzy is the one that makes sure Max doesn't dress like me (I still don't understand what's wrong with my clothes...), that he gets his hair cut before it looks like mine (okay, I admit, it's a BIT too long), and that he looks adorable 24/7 (due to his constant protests, our nine year old brother has convinced Isabelle to stop putting blush on his cheeks). I'm just there to take him to the library and to make sure he bathes, brushes his teeth, is healthy and not dying, and that he doesn't sleep too late.

So when my parents tell me that I have to watch over Max, and that Isabelle and Jace are going to Simon and Clary's places (the two people who's names are mentioned at least ten times each hour, and the two people who showed Max the wonderful world of manga and anime), I agree after some hesitation. Why, Alec (that's my name by the way, quite rude of me to not mention it before)? Well, dear readers, I'll tell you why.

Because I have no frickin' idea how to entertain a nine year old bookworm for a weekend. Do I feed him books as a snack? Put on a documentary on the history of the evolution of zebras? I have no idea. No fucking idea at all.

Maryse, my mother, put a piece of paper on the refrigerator before she, Robert, my father, Jace and Isabelle all left to do whatever they were going to do that included leaving me alone in the house with Max.

"Alexander, this is the schedule I have set for Max, and a list of things that he shall follow. It would be best to try and complete all of the things on the list, and to make it to his activities on time, but Alec, do make sure he gets to his tutor. That is the most important thing on that list." she pointed at it, pursing her lips. "Please do drive him to the library after you pick him up from school." She gave me a tired smile, probably from sleeping late after her argument with Robert. I have no idea why, but Isabelle always gets into the fights too and sides with Maryse, yelling at Robert. She was never like this before, but I waved it off and thought it was probably over something trivial, like not letting her upgrade her phone.

"Yeah, sure. But one question, why does Max need a tutor if he already memorized the dictionary?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Maryse shrugged her shoulders, and I sighed. "I'll ask him. Now go. You and Dad don't want to miss your flight." She kissed my cheek, cupping my face with her hand.

"You be good, now, Alec. Watch over your brother." I nodded, backing away. Even if it was my sister or my mom, I don't really like being touched by other people. Her hand went back to her side, and she left.

I watched as Robert put the last of the bags in the back, then getting into the driver's seat and driving off. Jace came running down the stairs, his steps echoing in our old house. It used to be a church (our cat's name is Church) called The Institute that Clary's great something grandparents used to run, which is weird since I don't see Jesus anywhere. In my adoptive brother's hands were two very similar shirts, only two shades different.

"ALEC!" He shouted, even though he was only two feet away from me. I scowled, throwing a napkin at him. It floated until it descended to the wooden floor.

"What, Jace?" I asked, looking at the napkin. It failed me.

"Which shirt do you think Clary would like best?" his honey colored eyes looked at the shirt in his left hand and the shirt in his right. I was a bit shocked, to say the least, but mostly scared. Shocked because Jace never asked me what to wear, especially when it was for a girl he has been pining over since he was thirteen and she was twelve. Scared because this was Clary, the little ball of fire that could stare down an army with her bright green eyes, Clary, the girl who made someone cry with her words when she was in the second grade because they made fun of Simon, Clary, the girl who had a wonderful talent and passion for art. If she won my player brother's heart, I was terrified that she would stomp all over his heart with her size five feet and not even know it.

"Okay, well one, Izzy makes sure Max doesn't end up dressing like me, so that should automatically say something. Just in case you don't want Clary Fray to hate you forever because I chose the wrong shirt for you." I held up two fingers, walking over to my younger brother and best friend, and taking the two shirts. "Which leads me to my next point." I waved the shirts in front of his face, my blue eyes wide, "DUDE! They're the same!"

"She's an artist. She'll think that these are two colors opposite each other on the color wheel" Jace pointed out, and I thought about it for a moment, trying to think of something to say.

"Good point. But I wiped the island with that." Jace groaned, throwing the shirt at me. I caught it with one hand, switching my shirt with the one I just caught with the speed of a cheetah. Thank you Robert for training me in the art of self defense the moment I learned how to walk and speak. "I lied, I just needed another shirt. Thank you, little brother." the blonde haired boy (he prefers 'Golden, like an angel') scowled in my direction, muttering curses as he went back upstairs to finish packing his clothes for staying over at Clary's. Just when I thought I could have some quiet to think about some ways to make sure Maxwell Lightwood doesn't fall down and cry because he's so bored, my younger and ONLY sister (I pity her. The closest person she has to a sister is Clary, and with Jace pining over her, it's SOMEWHAT like incest but not at the same time), Isabelle, ran down the stairs the same way Jace did except you heard her heels.

"ALEC! Which bra should I wear?!" I froze on the spot, looking at my baby sister in terror. She rolled her dark brown eyes, putting the bras she held down. "Just in case!" I squeaked, looking at the bras that were on he marble counter. "You never know, Alec! What if he likes me too?!" I threw one of the bras at Izzy, causing her to shriek. "Alec!"

"You can't have sex with someone just because they like you back, Izzy. That's not how it works!" She pouted, staring at me with her dark brown eyes.

"But Jace-" I held up a hand, shaking my head.

"Jace has one night stands. Those are different." She opened her mouth to protest, but I steered her towards the stairs, bras back in her hands, and sighed. "Izzy, promise me you won't look at a penis unless you really love that person." Isabelle groaned, like Jace did before.

"But Alec-"

"PROMISE ME, IZZY." Isabelle turned around, rolling her eyes once more. I swear, she's going to have her eyes roll to the back of her head and they're going to stay there. It'll be funny, but quite unfortunate.

"Fine. Yeah, whatever Alec. I promise. But what do you know about love?" I ignored her comment. Well, not really. I just didn't respond I can't tell her that I was madly in love with our adoptive brother, Jace, from the age of twelve to the age of sixteen and three quarters. That was the one thing I would never tell her.

"Good. Now hurry up and go." Isabelle went up the stairs, but when she got to the top, she turned around and asked me a question that I was silently hoping would be asked.

"Do you know what you're gonna do? With Max and how to make sure he doesn't die of boredom, I mean." I sighed, running a hand through my ivory hair that all us Lightwood children had (save for Jace).

"No, I have no idea what to do. Mom only gave us a hundred dollars, so I can't bring him on a shopping spree. I'm positive he hates the Game of Life so that's definately out of the question. I'll probably put up a documentary while we talk about books or something." With the pointed look she gave me, I quickly added, "No, Izzy! It's not what you think. I like books. Almost as much as I love guys." She laughed, running back up the stairs to her room, and I hoped that there wouldn't be any provocative clothing there. I should probably slip a few condoms in their bags just in case. I looked at the clock, jumping a bit. Twenty minutes till school stared!

"GET YOUR BAGS, WE HAVE TO GO." I heard 'What!?'s and 'What the hell, Alec!'s, but I ignored them and I ran up the stairs, taking two at a time, and silently cursing the large amount of wooden steps, as I made my way to Max's room. I slowly opened it, peeking inside, expecting to see a boy hidden under a mountain of blankets and pillows. Instead, I saw Max, ready to go, with his jacket on and backpack to his side. His new volume of Naruto was in his hand, and he was looking at me expectantly.

"When are we gonna go, Alec?" I looked back, to where Jace and Isabelle's doors were, and you could hear them making a large fuss.

"I DON'T EVEN HAVE MY STUFF IN A BAG, ALEC." I heard Izzy yell. I laughed, and so did Max. Except my laugh was the kind of laugh that said 'your own fault', whereas Max's laugh was the kind that said 'silly big sister, being an irresponsible person is for kids!'

"Alec, did you see my backpack?!" Jace asked, his brows furrowing. I shook my head.

"Jace, I'm not your mother." Jace rolled his eyes and went back to his room, then to Max's, then back to his, and returned to Max. He looked through the jumble of manga and Lego toys, occasionally stepping on one, causing him to curse out loud. I covered Max's ears, hissing "There's a child in the room, idiot!" Wow. I did sound like a mother.

After a lot of throwing and groaning, Jace found his backpack under Max's bed. Why it was there, I don't know. But Isabelle emerged with two bags and her backpack. I grabbed my own and urged them all out the door. We had to drop Max off first, since it was closer to our house, and I reminded him about his tutor and that I would pick him up after school. He nodded, and went off to find his friends.

On our way to school, we picked up Clary and Simon, who were running and looked like they were going to fall and cry from the activity (by the Angel, I really was grateful that I was trained to be able to run to the next state (probably) without being tired). They opened the windows when they got inside, which was hell for us, not them, because it was cold as...as something really cold. Oh, shut up. I know a lot of things that are cold, but right now, all I'm thinking about is getting to school on time. I've had perfect attendance, and I'm not letting that be ruined just because my younger siblings were too busy trying to impress a nerdy (sorry Simon) gamer and a short (it's true, Clary) artist.

We reached the school, and I jumped out of my car, throwing my keys at Jace, telling him to lock it for me. I didn't have any time to hear what his reply was, I was too busy running towards the doors. I dodged the students, ducked under the people holding solar system models, apologizing to everything I bumped into (students, teachers, garbage cans). I made it to room 3423*, nodding to the teacher and sitting in the very front row, closest to the door. If there's one thing I hate, it's being late.

That, and school.

A/N: And that's the first chapter! Did you guys catch my 'Trix' reference (not really reference, but you get what I mean).

*3243 - Book 3 (City of Glass), page 423. That's all I'm going to say~

Thanks for reading, and I hope you guys enjoyed it! Don't forget to review and send me some feedback (follow and favorite too, if you want to!). My next update will most likely be on March 23rd, if not earlier. It might not be as long as this one, since this chapter is the first one, but I'll try and make sure that it's not short! Sorry that there wasn't any Malec in this one, but seeing as it's just the first chapter, I hope you guys will let this one slide

Until next week,

Lin