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A/N: This is just an idea that popped in my head and wouldn't stop bugging me until I wrote it, so here it is. Listen, some of the athletes are changed; their age, what order the Olympic sports go in, where they live, etc. Just be prepared for that. Thanks, I hope you enjoy!

Opening Ceremony

Six hours a day, six days a week, seven years of training is worth it. Just for this moment. The yells, the screams, the cheers. The red, white, and blue and five hundred members of the USA team around me, just this moment right here is worth it. I can only hope that the next three weeks will be a thousand times better than this moment.

"I can't believe we are actually here!" Lolo Jones, my best friend, who is in the same sport as I am yelled grabbing my hand and smiling widely. "Thank you, Jesus for letting me come here! All glory to You!"

I smiled at her. Lolo was a stunning woman, twenty years of age, who had been to one Olympics event before. Bejing, China 2008. Turns out she won fourth in almost every event she came in and didn't win any metals, this time she hoped to change that.

We became friends instantly, as soon as I came to the same training facility, in Brooklyn New York, we hit it off immediately. Even though I was four years younger than her. When we got mad at each other, we would fight on the track and then hug and make up. That's what made our friendship so great. Lolo was a major Christian who would keep her virginity until she married. I admired that about her.

"I know!" I grinned at the still cheering crowd, "I'm so excited!"

"I'm so glad, Jeff let us walk through this!" Lolo announced happily. Jeff Morgan, our coach, was who she was talking about. He had been my coach since I started, Jeff took a chance on me even though I was only five-foot-two in a sport where you are supposed to be five-seven.

Jeff almost didn't let us walk the Opening Ceremony because track events start tomorrow. Our event, Hurdles, started in four days and Jeff was making Lolo and I train vigorously until that event started. Lolo and I begged and pleaded until he had finally given in and let us walk in the Ceremony. Which only a few track athletes actually had a chance to do.

I pulled out my camera and started to take pictures and videos.

"UNITES STATES OF AMERICA!" The announcers called in several different languages, the crowd roared in response.

This moment would be hard to beat.

Last time I thought those words were when I had arrived at the Olympics. My mom, Jeff, a few friends, and my step-dad walked with me to Olympic Village, helping me carry bags and find my room. However, as soon as we stepped through the front doors of my hotel the doorman at Olympic Village said no parents aloud, only athletes, one friend, and coaches.

My mom had given him a fight but had ultimately gone away when she lost. My step-dad, Luke, following her. My friends Isabelle, Max, Alec, and their parents, Maryse and Robert Lightwood had followed them.

The Lightwoods were all beautiful, tall, dark-haired model-looking people who had been my friends for years now. Ever sense they moved to Brooklyn, New York and started going to my school which was about two years ago now.

Max was nine and the cutest kid, sweetest kid you will ever see. Isabelle was my age, sixteen, and was obsessed with the latest fashion and styles. Alec was eighteen, he was an in the closet gay who had yet to tell his parents. I could tell why he was scared because Maryse and Robert Lightwood could get seriously mad when they wanted to be.

And then there was Jace Lightwood. The gorgeous, golden hair and eyed boy who had a past with me. Not a dating past, just a past were we both liked each other but never dated. Jace was a seventeen year old arrogant, cocky, sarcastic, and mean at times but never cruel. He was tall like his adoptive family but he was lean and had muscles. Jace was as close to perfect as perfect would get in a man. He would never intentionally mean to hurt someone's feelings, except maybe one person.

Simon Lewis. My best friend of ten years, who pleaded with his mom to let him come to London with me, but with her job and his sister they couldn't do it. I told him it was okay, but cried inside. Simon was a tall, brown hair and brown eyed boy who was sixteen also. There was some reason why Jace and Simon didn't like each other, but every time I asked they said they didn't know what I was talking about.

So I stopped asking.

Jeff and Jace were the only two left to help me with my bags. We walked to the front desk. The lobby was crowded with people, not with just American's either; there were Britain's in the corner, some Jamacain's hugging each other, and Chinese walking to their room. Wow, I thought, I'm really here.

"Hello," Jeff started, setting down one of my bags on the floor the receptionist woman looked up, "I'm here to check in my Olympian."

"Great!" The British woman looked at Jace, "What's your name?" This had happened so many times that I started not caring. I was short and with long sleeved clothes on I didn't look like an athlete, Jace did every way you looked at him.

"Actually," Jeff interrupted, "It's Clary." He pointed to me on the other side of Jace.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The woman blushed.

"That's alright, it's happened before."

The woman nodded, "What's your name?" She asked, ready to type on her computer.

"Clary Fray." I answered.

"What is the category of your sport?"

"Track and field." She typed that in on her computer, several lists and names in USA colors popped up on the screen.

The woman looked at me oddly, she probably didn't believe me, "What is your sport?"

"Hurdles." I expected the next look. The doubtfully one that showed no confidence.

"Clary Fray, track and field, hurdles." I nodded to the right information. A picture of me with information popped up on the screen, "Oh! You are that little red-haired girl that got first place in the trials a few weeks ago, right?"

"Yes, that's me." I blushed, not liking to brag about myself.

"Great," The London woman replied, "Clary you are in room one-fifty-one on the fifth floor. How many keys do you need?"

I glanced at Jeff, "Two." He told her.

"What about me?" Jace asked from beside me.

"I don't want you near Clary while she is training."

"Fair enough, I know I'm a distraction." Jace winked at me.

The British woman laughed, "Here are your cards and I'm Shelly if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay." I nodded taking the cards, "Thank you Shelly."

Shelly smiled, "Thank you. Enjoy your time here. Congratulations."

"Thanks." I said again, walking away from the desk as some Japanese people walked up behind us to get help. Jeff led us to a secluded couch area.

"Clary, Jace, let's sit down for a minute, okay?" Jeff asked. I smiled, this was so like Jeff; wanting to sit down before we even got started but when we did get started, he didn't want to stop until we were finished.

Jace rolled the suitcase he had until it was next to the couch, and sat down beside it. "What?" He asked, "Did you become to overwhelmed by my gorgeous-ness and now you have to take a breather? I can't say I blame you."

"No, Jace, that's not what happened." Jeff turned to me, "Have you heard from Lolo?"

"She called me an hour ago and said she was already here." I nodded, standing behind the couches. "I don't know what room she is in though."

Jeff nodded, "I thought you two would be in the same room."

"Clary Fray? Are you Clary Fray?" An excited voice came from my left. I turned to see who it was and my knees almost gave out, the fabulous five Gymnastics team were right beside me. I realized it was Gabby Douglas who spoke.

"Yes, I am." I said looking at them all. Happy to see there was someone else my size here.

"Really? Oh my gosh, I love you!" Gabby hugged me around the neck. "I watched you at the Olympic trails and I couldn't believe you made it to the Olympics! Great job!"

"Umm... thanks." I said, it sounded like a question. I looked at them all Kyla Ross, Aly Raisman, McKayla Maroney, Jordyn Wieber, and of course Gabby. "It's great to meet you all."

"I'm McKayla, nice to meet you too." The girl that looked like a young Sandra Bullock, walked up and hugged me.

"Hi McKayla, I'm Clary." I smiled at her.

"I'm Aly Raisman." The next girl, a girl with brown hair and eyes shook my hand. "You're the first Olympian we've met."

"Great, well I'm glad we all meet then." I smiled at the girl. The others introduced themselves with hugs.

"What sport are you again?" Jordyn asked.

"Hurdles." I replied.

"Hurdles? I bet that is the hardest track event to do." Aly said.

I shrugged, "Not harder than the six mile run, I bet."

"Yes, you're probably right." She laughed and nodded.

"I heard that Gymnastics is the hardest sport." I told them surprised at how much we got along already, "What with everything you all do."

"Have you ever tried Gymnastics?" McKayla asked, pushing away my comment modestly.

I nodded, "I tried it when I was little, like six maybe."

"What happened?"

"I just wasn't that good." I replied laughing, they laughed as well.

"Can we get a picture with you?" Gabby asked excitedly.

"Of course." I smiled, we had our picture taken, got each others numbers and twitter names.

"Tweet the picture!" Gabby said.

I nodded and tweeted the picture captioning it 'Just made five new friends' and tagged them in it. Being in the Olympics, NBC people almost made us get a twitter and being that I hadn't had one before, I had to create one. I just got it the other day and I already had five hundred followers, which I was pretty proud about.

"Oh, that is a great picture!" Kyla gushed, happily. "I'm so glad we met you, Clary." She hugged me again.

"I am as well," Said McKayla, "I know we are going to be great friends!"

Before I could reply, Jeff walked up, "Clary, we need to get your room set up and then get down to the track."

"Okay," I replied Jeff walked away, "Sorry, that's my coach, Jeff Morgan. He is very nice to new people."

"It's cool," Gabby shrugged it off, "What room are you in?"

I glanced down at my card, "Fifth Floor, room number one-fifty-one."

"We are all on the fourth floor!" Aly said sadly.

"It's okay, Aly," McKayla comforted her, "We will still make time for sleep overs." She winked at me smiling.

"Yes we will," I turned back to Jeff and Jace, "I guess I should go but I'm sure I'll see you five later. Congratulations." I hugged them all. They all congratulated me and wished me luck and I thanked them before walking back over to Jace and Jeff.

"Ready?" Jeff asked. I nodded.

"What was that about?" Jace asked, motioning to the five Gymnasts I just met.

I shrugged, "I just made five new friends. Five new Olympian friends."

Jace smirked, "I thought they were homeless cute girls. I was about to go give them money."

"Well then I'm glad I told you." I replied, knowing he was being sarcastic.

"Let's get to your room," Jeff laughed shaking his head.

We took the elevator- probably the only time I will be able to take an elevator ever with Jeff's crazy training- upstairs with some Japanese people, who I tried to talk to, but the language barrier cut us off.

On the fifth floor, on our way to my room. I ran into Ryan Lochte. The swimmer! Ryan and I became best friends instantly, because he is so nice, we took some pictures together and wished each other good luck, knowing we would see each other later.

Soon after that, we found room number 151. Putting the key in, I walked into the room. It was beautiful; there were blue chairs and a couch with red pillows there was a large television in front of the couch and there was light wood floors.

"Hello?" I asked, walking into the room and setting down my bags, "Is anyone here?"

"Clary?" Someone called from another room. Knowing that voice, I smiled.

"Yes, it's us." Then, Lolo jones came running threw the house and hugged me tightly around the neck.

"Are you in this room?" She asked excitedly.

"Yes, I am!" I replied, Lolo let go of me and hugged Jeff.

Jace cursed from beside me, "This is a great room. I hope ours looks like this."

"You should see the bedrooms, come on!" Lolo grabbed one of my bags and led us to a room.

The bedroom were as beautiful as the living room. There were three beds in one room, with two bedroom areas in the apartment, Lolo led me to her room. The three beds were a light yellow wood, there were high off the ground to fit bags under, and the comforter was printed with 'London Olympics 2012' and had small blue, red, and purple pictures of every sport. The drawings on them where white, and there was also a small bedside table beside every bed. I could see a bathroom and a small closet through two doors. A small balcony was right beside a taken bed, which I assumed to be Lolo's.

"Sleep in my room, Clary!" Lolo said happily.

"Okay, sure." I nodded, placing my bags on a bed pushed up against the wall.

"This is nice." Jeff looked around the room, "You two look like you can handle everything. Jace, why don't we go find your family?" They set my bags down.

"Thanks for helping me." I thanked them, hugging them both. I tried not to notice the rush of my heartbeat when I touched Jace. They nodded, Jace stepped away from me hands in his pockets.

"You're welcome." Jace said, looking at the ground.

"Sure," Jeff smiled, "You two be down at the gym by," He looked at a clock on a wall, "four, okay? If you two are going to walk in the Opening Ceremony we need to get some extra training in today and tomorrow."

We both nodded, it was three o'clock in the after noon. Even though it felt like only ten o'clock. This time change was going to be difficult to adjust to.

"Alright then, we'll go." After more thanks, Jeff and Jace left the room. Lolo and I started to open new clothes and shoes, generously donated by Nike and UnderArmor. When we heard the front door open.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" A woman's voice asked in the living room. Lolo and I smiled at each other before running out to greet her. There was a woman in the room with brown hair and boys cut, she was built though, looking very strong as she held three bags and pulled a black suitcase.

"Hello," I said shaking her hand, "I'm Clary Fray." The woman set down her bags and sighed in relief.

"Abby Wambach, nice to meet you." Abby replied, smiling brightly.

"I'm Lolo Jones, great to meet you," Lolo greeted her, "What is your sport?"

"Soccer. I play on the woman's USA team, what about you two?"

"Track and field, specifically hurdles." I replied.

Abby nodded, "Nice." She said looking around the room, "It looks great in here, good sized kitchen and living room." Abby observed, stepping through different doors and I saw the kitchen door. I would have to remember that.

"Yes," Lolo replied, "The bedrooms are great too."

"Can I see them?"

"Of course you can!" I said, "You're our roommate!" We all laughed, each picked up some of Abby's bags, and made our way to the bedrooms, showing Abby around the place. And Lolo showing both of us.

"You two are sweet, is there anyone else in your room?" Abby asked.

"No. There isn't only us." I said, motioning to the two taken beds.

"Can I sleep in your room?" Abby asked nervously.

"Sure!

"Yes, please do!" Lolo and I replied happily at the same time.

"Great, thanks girls." Abby took the last bed in our individual room.

Lolo, Abby, and I then preceded to talk about random things, just to get to know each other more. We laughed and joked and even explored the hotel a little bit until Lolo and I had to get changed and ready to go down to the Gym.

At that time I thought, this moment would be hard to beat. Although of course it was beaten because Lolo and I were walking with the United States team in the Opening Ceremony.

Once again I hoped, but doubted, that the weeks to follow would ever beat this. But maybe I would be wrong again.

A/N: Thanks for reading!