Emily Grace here! I recently decided I wanted to try writing a new fic, so here we go. Just to let you all know, Alec's siblings are aware that he's gay, but his parents and the public don't know that yet. Also, there will be some m rated language and maybe some fun times throughout the fic *nudge nudge* ;) Magnus and Alec might seem a bit OOC for parts of this fic, but that's because Magnus is a fanboy and Alec is acting all confident due to being a celebrity. Hopefully it'll be good enough Disclaimer: I don't own the original characters, that's all Cassie! Please review, favourite, follow and enjoy!

P.S. the song in this chapter is Troublemaker by Olly Murs.

Chapter 1

Blue Meets Green

"Alexander, what would you say is the key to your success?" the interviewer asked, her razor sharp eyes landing on the dark haired man.

She reminded him greatly of a tiger – with her red painted nails resembling claws and sharp canines that were hidden by her thin lips. Everything about her screamed predator. Alec sat up a tad straighter, trying to focus on the interview. His mind kept drifting away due to exhaustion. A fake smile was plastered onto his face and his eyes shone with exaggerated happiness. Inwardly, all he wanted to do was to return to the comfort of his bed and watch the next episode of Sherlock. Licking his lips, he mentally prepared his answer while Jace and Izzy peeked at him.

Alec let out a nervous chuckle, "I'd say remembering to stay true to myself, even when I'm being pressured to be who others want me to be."

It was a lie. A huge freaking lie. A lie that as soon as it left his lips, he felt a little remorse. Hundreds of fans listened to what the young popstar had to say, yet Alec didn't even follow his own instructions. He didn't stay true to himself, even with or without force from others. The woman seemed pleased with his response before she turned back to Jace. Leaning back into the chair, Alec listened while she questioned the blonde Adonis about his upcoming lead role in his latest movie. Jace answered with ease and confidence, his voice strong. Alec had to convince himself not to openly gawk at the man beside him, despite the fact that Jace's shirt made his arms look amazing or his jeans wrapped around his thighs perfectly. Everything about him reeked of confidence and self-assurance. Alec worked hard to hide the jealousy he held for his sister and adopted brother. He had never been as comfortable as them when in the limelight, even when they were a lot younger.

Izzy was perched on her seat, her tiny black leather dress fitting her body tightly with her matching boots reaching her knees. The necklace she had inherited from their ancestors shone brightly, contrasting brilliantly with her pale skin. Izzy had adored the garnet pendant as soon has her six year old eyes landed on them and their parents had no issue with just giving the family heirloom to their little girl. Although, 16 year old Izzy was definitely no longer a little girl, instead, she was a world-renowned model who worked with the greatest fashion designers in the world. All sorts of brands requested her to be their ambassador and endorser. Alec had never been as comfortable in the public eye as the two of them, despite the famous upbringing they grew up with.

Robert Lightwood, the father of the three, was a well-known and celebrated director who had a flair for dystopian movies. Maryse, their mother, was an actress who met Robert before she had risen to fame. He had directed the movie that distinguished her from the other wannabe actresses. Robert used to tell Alec that her name stood out from all the other actresses, after all, 'Trueblood' wasn't a common last name. According to his father, the first time he laid his eyes on Maryse, he was entranced. They married after dating for six months, and less than a year later, little Alexander Gideon Lightwood was born. The media turned into a frenzy at the news, with their son becoming a new source of fame. The Lightwoods had basked in the glory of it all. Paparazzi followed the Lightwoods around, snapping photos of Maryse and Robert carrying a little dark haired, blue eyed boy who often hid his face shyly from the cameras. It became something that many fans awed about, especially when Robert or Maryse would have interviews and little Alec was in the audience.

When Alec was two, Maryse gave birth to Isabelle Sophia Lightwood, who stunned the public with her beauty. Even when she was a baby, people would speak of how striking she would be when she grew up. She was the exact image of their Mother, except she shared the same colour eyes as Robert. The Lightwoods soon became even more popular due to the level of adorability they presented to the public, ensuring that paparazzi would take pictures of them at many family events. Random picnics would occur in popular parks, the children often joined their parents on date nights at busy restaurants. Anything that gained them attention was viewed as being something important. Robert and Maryse even went as far as making annual Christmas family photos, with all Lightwoods sticking to a colour scheme or theme.

Seven years after Isabelle was born, Maryse and Robert surprised the world with the birth of another child – Maxwell Joseph Lightwood. No one had expected them to bring a new child into the world, especially since there would be a bigger age gap between Max and the others. However, the Lightwoods couldn't seem happier about the new addition to the family, and many interviews were arranged. Maryse even took a break from acting to take care of the boy, something that many mothers and fathers from all over the world admired. The dedication she Robert had for their children seemed outstanding for such a notorious couple.

A few years later, another uproar was caused when they adopted Jace Herondale. He was the son of Maryse's stunt double who tragically passed away in a car crash, which also killed her husband. Jace had been with his nanny at the time and was the only remaining Herondale, with no extended family still alive. Maryse and Robert quickly took the young man into their care, and two years later, he changed his name to Jace Lightwood. Everything about him was different from the Lightwoods – he was blonde, outgoing, confident, and yet, he fitted in perfectly.

"I think there's a question that everyone wants to know," the interviewer leaned forward, her large breast looking close to leaking out of her shirt. "Are any of you taken?"

"No, we're all single. Recently single for some of us," Jace replied, with a pointed look at Izzy.

Izzy had a very public break up with her boyfriend Meliorn last week. The two had dated for four months, which had been a record for the young model. They were often seen out and about town, in co-ordinating fashionable outfits and sexual tension following them wherever they went. They even won the sexiest couple award in a huge teen magazine. Whilst appearing happy and content while in front of the cameras, behind the scenes was different. Izzy often came home in the early hours of the morning, eyes red and puffy and throat raw from screaming. The passion had died out, leaving the two broken. According to Izzy, Meliorn couldn't handle the fame that came with dating a Lightwood. The two separated mutually, albeit they were definitely not talking now.

A satisfied smile rose to the interviewer's face, "what do you three look for in a partner?"

"Someone who can make me laugh," Jace said immediately. Alec knew this was a common question for the blonde heartthrob. "I have no interest if the person has no sense of humour."

"Personally, I like a bad boy." Izzy joked, making her brothers roll their eyes. "A bit of adventure and scandal is right up my alley."

"She's just trying to say that to sound cool," Jace teased, receiving a gentle whack on the arm from Izzy. "Alec?"

"I like people who aren't judgemental pricks," Alec's response caused the others to laugh, "and they have to be someone who is cool with me being away for long periods of time since I go on pretty extensive tours."

"Which brings me to the next part of the show," the interview suddenly declared, reaching down to the coffee table beside her and grabbing a CD case. Alec immediately recognised it. "You recently released your new album One Day. Can you tell us a bit about it?"

"The album is named after one of the singles I wrote. It's a lot more personal than my previous works. I felt like it was time to go further than the superficial surface I offer to my fans, especially since many of them will speak their perfect little hearts out to me. I was so caught up in all of the trust I had gained from my fan base, so I decided to let them in. See a part of me that wasn't easy for me to reveal. The album still does have fun dance tracks on it, of course. I also collaborated with other artists to try and bring something new to my work." The explanation rolled off his tongue smoothly after hours of practice in the dressing room.

"Speaking of other artists you teamed up with, you and Aline Penhallow have a track on the album titled Say Something. What was it like writing with such an influential and huge performer as Aline? I know many other singers who would've killed to be in your place." Alec could feel everyone's calculating eyes on him.

"It was an amazing experience. I can honestly say that," he started, trying to think of how to continue wording everything. "Aline is such a gentle and loving soul – even if she doesn't appear like that on stage. On stage, she has a reputation to fulfil and she has to follow her strong image when in public. Behind the scenes, she is a sweetheart and constantly ensuring that everyone is receiving what they wanted delivered from her. Her work ethic is something to be amazed by, but she doesn't let fame rush to her head. I guess that her personality and need to go far beyond expectations makes us work well together. We similar in the way that we are more hesitant with attention from media but we both do our best to please our fans. She is also private about personal topics as well, something that I used to be too. When we're alone and don't have any cameras on us, we can chat for hours. We're great friends and it was awesome to write music with her. Say Something is a very intimate song for both of us since it is about issues that we've kept away from the public eye. We've guarded ourselves for years and I guess the result from letting that barrier slip slightly is this song. It is something we are very proud of. I know the wait before releasing it was agonising – we both just wanted to hear what people thought of it."

"Aline has spoken about your friendship in previous interviews and anyone can see the admiration and care you two have for each other. I suppose that the strong bond shared between Aline and yourself has led to many rumours about the state of your relationship. When you say that you and Aline are great friends, how close are you two?" Alec could immediately understand what the reporter was suggesting and the blush rose to his cheeks before he could stop it.

"We are just friends who happen to know each other very well," he stated, hearing Izzy and Jace snigger quietly. "Nothing more, nothing less."

The interviewer nodded thoughtfully. She then looked directly at the camera and declared, "unfortunately, it's come to that time of the night where we must say goodbye. Thank you for taking your time to be on the show."

"Thanks for having us," Izzy spoke up, and Jace and Alec nodded in agreement. Alec felt nerves build up inside of him when he realised what part of the program they were reaching.


Magnus was thrown across his bright pink sofa, spread out with his head in Clary's lap and feet in Ragnor's. His sparkly nails shimmered in the light, reflecting his mood. His excitement was clearly written on his face, his coal lined eyes wide and lipstick painted lips drawn into a smile while he stared at the little T.V screen. The apartment that Magnus owned was little, nothing that great, but it suited Magnus well. The walls were white with all different sorts of features on them. Even a few painting that Clary had done for him as a present. The wooden floorboards were shiny and the entertainment area had a large leopard print rug covering the flooring. It was exactly what Magnus wanted, even with a spare bedroom for when he had someone sleep over.

Catarina was sharing the other bright lime green couch with Tessa and Jem, while Will and Maia stood behind the group. The sound of the coffee machine doing its magic filled the momentary lapse of noise. All eyes were on the screen, although no one else was as enthusiastic as Magnus. Magnus' phone rang unexpectedly, making him gasp dramatically at the interruption. He ignored the way Will laughed at his reaction or how Ragnor snorted smugly, frowning while I Kissed A Girl blared throughout the room.

His mood soured before he saw the caller I.D. His scowl turned into a grin and he quickly accepted the call with a tap of his long, elegant index finger. Clary ducked his hand when it nearly whacked her in the face, although Magnus didn't seem to realise. He cleared his throat before declaring into to the caller, "Cammie, you will never guess what is about to happen."

"I think I know exactly what is about to happen. I'm watching Late Nights with Janice right now and oh. My. God! Jace is perfection," Camille moaned deeply into the phone. Clary overheard the sound and went bright red, making Magnus had to hide his grin. He turned his face away from the redheaded woman. "Have you seen the way his shirt hugs his body perfectly?"

"Jace? Pfft, Alexander looks like a deity." Magnus retorted, before his eyes widened at the image on his T.V. "Speaking of Alexander, I think he's about to perform. Call you back soon, my bitchy ice queen."

"Just you wait, you powerpuff girl," Camille ended the phone call and Magnus immediately turned back to the T.V.

Jace, Isabelle and Alexander were grouped together, sitting perfectly poised with a matching colour scheme of blue and black with a hint of grey. Magnus adored the way the makeup artist had done Isabelle's eye shadow and Jace's boots were to die for. The fashion student couldn't help but appreciate the choices made by their stylist. Alexander's overall look struck a chord deep within Magnus' melodramatic soul. His blue eyes matched the colour of his singlet perfectly, and the leather bracelets wrapped around his wrists and chains dangling from around his neck emphasised a rockstar appeal from the man. Just to top it off, Alexander continued the leather theme with a leather jacket. Magnus found himself licking his lips longingly at the sight.

"Oi, stop drooling," Ragnor ordered, poking Magnus' leather-clad leg. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't think Clary wants Lake Magnus in her lap."

"Shush it," Magnus commanded, waving a hand at the other man and snapping his fingers, making everyone roll their eyes at him. After knowing each other since the first day of high school, they were incredibly used to Magnus' crazy antics.

"You are way too obsessed with Alexander Lightwood, Magnus. You've been fanatical for years now." Will complained, catching the cautioning eye of Jem. Will immediately backtracked, swallowing thickly. "What? Don't give me that look James."

Tessa snorted at the way Jem could handle Will, whispering to her best friend, "you always could discipline him better than I could."

Jem grinned at her, the awkwardness of the complexities of their relationship no longer effecting them. Luckily, Will didn't overhear Tessa's comment, saving the two of them from more theatrical behaviour. Despite mocking Magnus for his exaggerative personality, Will shared many traits like that. He just wasn't as gaudy when it came to his sexuality. The rare fights that broke out between the two large personalities often resulted in everyone else crying from laughter – it was a sight to behold.

"Quiet, I want to see what's about to happen," Clary hushed everyone quickly, focused on the T.V. They finally felt silent, all deep in concentration. Magnus sent a mental thank you and prayer to the girl before Janice's voice echoed in his ears.

"But before we go, we have a surprise from Alexander, who will be performing one of his current big hit." Magnus cheered when Janice announced that, his happiness infectious to everyone else in the room. Will tried to hide the gentle smile that rose his face when Magnus clapped. "Singing Troublemaker, which has shot to number one on the billboard chart this week, is Alexander Lightwood."

The lights dimmed before the camera moved to the stage where Alexander and his band stood. Magnus sighed at the sight of the dark-haired man, seeing the rips in his tight black jeans. The jeans that also made his booty look delicious. He knew there'd be no way for that mental image to leave his head anytime soon. Alexander was standing behind the microphone stand, clutching the microphone with his right hand, where a dark ring embellished with the Lightwood crest glistened. He subtly nodded to his band who started playing, his background singer beginning the song.

You're a troublemaker

You're a troublemaker...

The guitar joined in, while Alexander fiddled with his earpiece. Once it seemed right, he began to rock side to side on the spot as red and gold lights lit up the stage

You ain't nothing but a troublemaker, girl

The lights gave his skin an ethereal glow and Magnus felt like his heart could melt at such a sight. Alexander clapped in time to the song before leaning into the microphone and singing.

You had me hooked again from the minute you sat down

The way you bite your lip got my head spinnin' around.

After a drink or two I was putty in your hands,

I don't know if I have the strength to stand, oh oh oh...

The camera went to a close up of some screaming fans. When they realised they were being recorded, the jumped frantically, their shrieks increasing in volume. The lens then returned to Alexander, who was tapping his foot to the beat.

Trouble troublemaker, yeah

That's your middle name, oh oh oh...

I know you're no good but you're stuck in my brain

And I wanna know...

Alexander yanked the microphone out of the stand, bounding towards the back of the stage before springing towards the audience. He stayed just out of reach, grinning teasingly when they tried to touch him. He waved his hands in the air in time, the audience copying him.

"He's pretty good with them, isn't he?" Ragnor commented and everyone silently agreed with him.

Clary leaned closer towards Ragnor, "he seems so different on stage then when he was being interviewed."

"Personally, I wouldn't mind it if he gelled his hair back or something. It's falling into his eyes," Catarina added right when Alexander's dark locks fell in front of his face. She received a dirty look from Tessa, who immediately stated that she disagreed.

"It's sexy as fuck," Will stretched slightly, pretending he didn't noticed Jem's scandalised look.

"William," Jem snapped, making Maia snicker at the disgruntled grunt the silver haired man got in return from Will. Magnus held back his moan at the tantalising sight before Alexander flicked his hair back. It reminded Magnus of the 'just-been-fucked-look'.

"Always the nurse, hey Cat?" Tessa kidded, interrupting would could become a round of flirting between the two men. Catarina chuckled softly.

Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad, oh oh oh?

My mind keeps saying,

"Run as fast as you can."

I say, "I'm done," but then you pull me back, oh oh oh...

I swear you're giving me a heart attack

Troublemaker!

Alexander strutted to the back to the stand, putting the microphone back before his hands went to his jacket. Magnus gulped when he slowly removed his leather jacket and threw it to the side of the stage. His toned arms where then on display and looking better with every movement.

"I'm not going to lie," Ragnor sat up straighter, gaping. "That is one hell of a hot body."

"Damn boy, he hides a lot under those clothes. I wonder what else we don't see," Maia exclaimed, winking at Ragnor who fist bumped her.

Will chuckled, eyeing Magnus, who for once in his life was silent. Magnus just gawked the screen, awe on his face. "Magnus, you look like you're about to pass out."

Magnus ignored the remark, his eyes still watching Alexander intently. Alexander was singing and dancing, every now and then cheekily shaking his hips. The audience lapped it all up, gaining energy from the performance. Alexander continued on with the song, pretending to grind against his rapper when they reached the rap section.

"Wow," Clary muttered, her green eyes wide. "He's actually…sort of sexy."

"Of course he is," Magnus retorted smugly, smiling when the rap section finished and Alec brought the microphone back up to his mouth, finishing off the song.

Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad, oh oh oh?

(And I can't even explain why)

My mind keeps saying,

"Run as fast as you can."

Troublemaker

I say, "I'm done," but then you pull me back, oh oh oh...

I swear you're giving me a heart attack

Troublemaker

Alexander's fist pumped the air, ending the song strongly as fans stood to their feet and cheered. They chanted his name, before he relaxed as Janice, Jace and Isabelle strode to his side. Wrapping an arm around Isabelle, Alexander caught his breath. Jace leaned against his side, the three of them standing close.

"How is it possible for one family to be so attractive?" Ragnor breathed out heavily.

"What a spectacular performance! Thank you once again for joining us on the show. Stay tuned for next time." The camera then panned out when Janice finished speaking, and the Lightwoods and host waved at the spectators.

Will quickly grabbed the remote and turned the T.V. off. He sighed, "well, now that that's over, Jem and I best head home. I have work in the morning and he has classes."

"Yeah, it's getting pretty late," Maia stated, peering at her watch. "That sucks."

"Fine, abandon us-" Magnus was interrupted by the door bursting open and a hassled looking Simon rushed inside, a backpack slung over his right shoulder.

"I missed it, didn't I? God, I'm sorry Magnus. My shift ran late," he hurried to say.

Magnus waved his hand dismissively, "no harm done."

"Walk me home, Simon?" Clary asked, and he nodded, beaming down at her. Clary gave Magnus a gentle shove, "off you hop, Mags. I need to get home."

"Must I, my dearest Clarissa?" Magnus questioned theatrically.

Clary rolled her eyes, used to his antics. "Yes, go to sleep on Ragnor if you must."

"Hey, no one is sleeping on me." Ragnor complained loudly, but he was ignored. "Sleeping with me…now that's a different matter."

"Ragnor," Catarina growled, throwing a day old newspaper at the man. "Keep it in your pants."

"Do you guys want to come in for the usual coffee at the café tomorrow? Before your shifts and classes start? I'll be working there from eight to one." Simon suggested while Clary jogged to his side.

"Sounds good! I'm up for it," she linked her arm through his, tugging on his jacket. "How about you Magnus?"

"You'll see me there. Perhaps I'll be a tad late though," he replied, before his phone buzzed. "Ah, Cammie finally messaged me."

"You can count me in," Ragnor shrugged off Magnus' legs, making the other man scowl. "Don't look at me like that, you rainbow princess."

"I'll be there," Catarina stated before Magnus could retort.

Jem and Will were staring at each other in a silent conversation. Eventually, Jem tore his eyes away and said, "we can meet up for a little while. I have classes at nine though."

"You in Tess? Maia?" Simon queried.

"Sure am," Tessa confirmed, while Maia merely nodded.

"Cool, see you guys there then," Simon settled, before turning to Clary, "you ready to head off?"

"Definitely," she confirmed, before waving to everyone. The two left Magnus' apartment, soon being followed by everyone else.

Magnus laid on the couch, texting Camille when Chairman Meow trotted over and pounced. Leaping onto Magnus' chest, he curled into a ball, purring. Magnus' eyes softened and he stroked the cat's fur, "looks like it's just us, Chairman."


Magnus strode down the sidewalk, narrowly missing men in business suits and women in pointed heels. He groaned when he checked the time on his phone. 8:45 AM. The others were probably going to be pissed at him for being late, but he slept in and it took him an hour to get ready to face the world. Dressed in black leather pants and a purple silk shirt that matched his glittery nail polish and hair gel, Magnus literally outshone everyone else. Eyeliner was drawn skilfully around his eyes, with a little added glitter just for luck. His lips were painted a dark purple that suited his ensemble well and matched his purple smoky eyeshadow. Anyone could see that Magnus knew his fashion, but that he always was incredibly flamboyant.

In his arms were his art books, where he kept sketches for his fashion course. Magnus was in his third year of the course, with one year left. After that, all he could hope was for people to notice his designs and adore them. He turned down into a little alley off one of the main roads, the morning rush stress making his want his coffee even more. Taki's Diner looked appealing and Magnus could smell the scent of freshly brewed coffee all the way from down the backstreet. Rushing inside, he shut the door behind him, turning to see his friends all sitting together in the left-hand corner of the room.

"Sorry I'm late, guys." Magnus said, tugging out a chair from an empty table and carrying over towards them.

"Magnus Bane apologising?" Ragnor faked a gasp as Magnus sat down next to him. Magnus noted that he had dyed his hair to a bright blue, replacing the red it had been the night before. "What sort of demon has taken over you?"

Magnus rolled his eyes while Clary pushed a steaming white china cup filled with coffee towards him. She was dressed in an oversized jumper and pair of old jeans – something that Magnus believed was a crime against nature. There was dried paint freckling her hands, suggesting she'd been up early painting away to her heart's desire.

Clary blushed slightly when Magnus' intense stare landed on her, "I ordered this for you. It's your usual."

Magnus took a sip and moaned from the pleasurable taste. He waved a hand in the hair towards the redhead. "Clarissa, you are an angel."

"What am I, Magnus?" Ragnor winked and licked his lips, making them slimy with saliva. Magnus cringed and leaned away when the other man puckered his lips.

"Gross Ragnor," Will cackled from where he sat beside Jem, an arm around the man whose head was stuck in a book.

"Hush William, I have a test." Jem pleaded, making Will roll his eyes but quieten down. Jem was the only person who could ever silence William Herondale, even Tessa wasn't successful. Ragnor took the distraction as an opportunity to lean closer to a disgruntled Magnus.

"Move closer Fell and you'll wake up with waterproof eyeliner on after a night out," Magnus threatened, making Ragnor laugh before the other man added, "and the eyeliner will be applied appallingly."

Ragnor blanched, horrified. "Warning accepted," he muttered, watching Magnus cautiously. Silence fell upon the group before the door opened and an old lady walked inside. They didn't pay much attention to her, although they sent her friendly smiles.

"What class do you have today, Mags?" Clary questioned, breaking the tension between the two men.

Magnus took another sip of his coffee before answering. He leaned back in his chair gracefully, "art theory and colour schemes."

"Sounds fun," Clary said sweetly, going to take a bite out of a breakfast muffin she bought.

Magnus shrugged noncommittedly, "yeah, it's alright.

The two turned back to everyone else's conversation when they heard raised voices from outside. "Why can't people just let me study in peace?" Jem moaned, and Will patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"Because everyone else are pricks, James." He replied teasingly, receiving an elbow to his ribs. "Ouch. I take that back."

"You deserved that," Jem stated, although he smiled flirtatiously.

"Keep it in the bedroom, guys." Ragnor growled, sighing dramatically. "Not all of us have such amazing love lives as you two."

"Oh Ragnor," Simon slung his arm around Ragnor's shoulders, his breath hot against Ragnor's neck. "Do not fear, for Simon is here."

"Oh shove it, Simon." Ragnor snapped, but a grin was on his face.

The door opened and a curvaceous woman with long blonde ringlets entered, her red dress clinging to all the right places. Magnus smirked when her eyes landed on him, "my darling powerpuff girl, it has been far too long!"

"So it has, my ice queen," Magnus replied dramatically as she sauntered over, kissing both his cheeks before sitting in his lap.

"You saw each other two days ago," Ragnor informed them dryly, making Camille roll her eyes and Simon snort.

"Just a water like usual?" Simon queried, receiving a nod from the buxom blonde.

"Thanks Simon," she said, flicking a ringlet over one shoulder. "It was so busy outside, but I couldn't see what was happening. Something was going on though."

Camille pouted angelically and Magnus laughed, kissing her contoured cheek. "Oh darling Cammie, you couldn't keep your plastic surgery nose out of it could you?"

"Silence, you rainbow princess." She retorted with a smirk, her eyes roaming the room before she gasped. "I forgot to tell you, Isabelle Lightwood posted a picture that I thought you might like."

She fished her phone out of her purse and handed it to Magnus, who quickly unlocked it and went straight to the Instagram app. He typed up Isabelle's account name (something he might've memorised one drunken night) and waited for it to load.

"Excited much, Magnus?" Ragnor kidded, groaning when Camille kicked him with her nine-inch heels. "Damn Belcourt. That hurt."

"Good," she stated unsympathetically, turning back to Magnus.

"Woke up to these beautiful roses in my hotel suit. Thank you Manhattenhotel for the amazing surprise. AlexanderLightwoodOfficial sure loved them too!" Magnus read aloud, before gaping at the picture. "His eyes, Cammie."

"I know," Camille giggled, her eyes travelling upwards while Simon handled her a glass of water. "I knew you'd love it, babe."

"You know me too well," Magnus chuckled, giving Camille her phone back.

"I'm going to go to the loo," Camille declared, getting to her feet.

"Want me to join you?" Ragnor leered, making Camille narrow her eyes and Magnus raise an eyebrow.

"Keep dreaming, Fell." She countered, before placing a hand on Magnus' shoulder, "back soon, Mags."

Magnus sipped more of his coffee, muttering, "she'll never be yours, Ragnor. Stop trying."

"One day, Bane. One day." Ragnor swore under his breath, slouching in his chair.

Simon's eyes went to Clary and he seemed unaware of the building tension. He beamed at her, which she returned before turning in her seat to where the commotion was outside. The noise was growing louder every minute.

"I wonder what that's about," she murmured thoughtfully, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her mug.

"Probably teenagers getting into another fight. Happens a lot more regularly than you'd expect." Simon said, noting Clary's empty coffee cup. "Want a refill?"

"Yes please," Clary handed him the cup and Ragnor cleared his throat.

"One for me too, dearest." He requested, fluttering his eyelashes at the waiter.

Simon rolled his eyes, "not going to work on me, Ragnor. We both know I don't swing that way."

Simon grabbed Ragnor's mug and went to the counter in the café when the door burst opened and three people suddenly rushed in, slamming it behind them.

"Honestly," Magnus muttered, sipping his coffee sassily. "Don't people know how to open and close doors properly?"

He turned around to glower at the new guests, when yellowish-green eyes caught blue and both were immediately enchanted.


Alec pushed the sunglasses to rest on the top of his head, running a hand through his hair uncomfortably. Rays of Sun wafted through the French windows, making the hotel room look even cleanlier and sterile. Cream walls and marble floors had been the sight Alec faced for the past few days. "Do we have to go shopping, Iz?"

She rolled her dark eyes, pulling on a pair of beige coloured heels that looked dangerous to Alec. However, they didn't seem to face his sister at all. Instead, she stood up, fixing the matching top that she had tucked into her black skinny leg jeans. Her red lipstick stood out against the paleness of her skin and midnight black cascades of hair. She looked amazing, like usual. Her English accent rung out loudly as she snapped, "oh Alec, we both know that Mum and Dad want us to keep up our appearance. What way is better than a family shopping trip?"

"I can think of many better ways," Alec replied starkly, leaning against the door frame in Izzy's room. Her bed had been made by one of the workers, making everything look fake. Alec longed for the comfort of his own room back in London. Even their apartments in throughout America seemed to beat this place, but their parents had insisted on them staying there to increase publicity. "I just want to go home, I'm tired. Last night was the fourth time this week I've performed and I've got another three to go."

"Stop complaining and suck it up." Izzy strutted towards him, nearly Alec's height in her heels. She twirled elegantly, "how do I look?"

"Gorgeous. As always." Alec stated bluntly, making Izzy roll her eyes.

"Such a charmer. Now stop ruining our fun, Alec. Today is a day for family and fashion," Izzy then gasped, before hurrying to her purse that rested on her bedside table. She grabbed her mobile and unlocked the screen.

"What are you doing, Iz?" Alec groaned, seeing her texting furiously before she pranced to his side.

"Quick, stand next to the roses that they left in my room this morning." She commanded, making Alec raise an eyebrow.

"Why on Earth would I do that?" He asked, finding himself shoved behind the table.

"Because part of our agreement with staying here was that we'd make this place look good and advertise it. Now, bend down and look over the top of the roses so we just see your hair and eyes. Girls love that," Izzy lifted her phone up, her manicured nails pointed and painted red.

Alec sighed and grouched, his mouth and nose being tickled by white petals tickling. The sound of the camera went off multiple times, before Izzy eventually settled on one. "Okay, time for Twitter, Instagram and Facebook. Someone's luckily to put it on Tumblr soon as well."

"Can I see?" Alec treaded to stand behind her, looking at the screen. His bright blue eyes stood out against the cream background and white roses. His hair looked good enough. He groaned and nodded, accepting that it could be worse.

"Done," Izzy stated after a few minutes. "Looks decent enough, hopefully it'll please Mum and Dad as well as the hotel managers."

Alec went to reply when there was a knock on the door and Jace entered. His golden hair stood against the ordinary wall colours and made him appear even more heavenly. Alec swallowed thickly at the sight of his adopted brother in blue jeans that seemed to be moulded to his body and a white t-shirt. His hair was slicked back and sunglasses rested on the top of his head. "Ready to go?"

"Nearly Jace," Izzy said, snatching her purse again and unzipping it. She dropped her mobile into it and Alec could hear it jingle around with her lipstick and whatever else she kept in there. It often changed every day. "Just convincing this party pooper to cheer up."

"We both know that isn't possible, Izzy." Jace retorted jokingly, making Isabelle giggle.

Alec grumbled, his eyes downcast. "Let's just get this over with."

"Yes sir," Jace sniggered and Alec led them out of the hotel room, his jeans feeling awkwardly tight.

His stylist, Helen Blackthorn, had insisted on him wearing ripped jeans to create a bad boy vibe – something that he definitely lacked. He had no clue where the idea of him being a 'bad boy' came from, but apparently fans liked it. Leather bracelets covered his wrists and a long chain with a cross was around his neck. He'd made his hair into the 'just been fucked' look that his hairdresser, Raphael Santiago, had shown him and often did when he was about to perform. Alec's leather boots thudded against the ground while he and his siblings made their way down the marble corridor in the hotel.

"Been writing anymore songs?" Jace asked when they reached the spacious elevator. They entered and classical music began to play in the background. Alec snorted – it was always the same music in these buildings. One time, the three of them were surprised when it was jazz though, that was a few months ago in a hotel in Los Angeles.

"I've been trying," Alec answered cautiously, feeling his mood worsen. "It's been hard lately. Nothing has inspired me. Everything is just the same, there's nothing that makes me need to compose."

"You'll think of something," Izzy spoke firmly, while she searched in her purse for something. She pulled out a pair of black sunglasses and put them on. Alec had no clue how she managed to fit so much in there.

The elevator beeped and Jace also put his sunglasses on, smirking as he muttered smugly, "show time."

Alec quickly shoved his down to cover his eyes, just in time for the doors to open and the flash of cameras to start. Paparazzi began to scream out random sentences and their names – the sudden noise and stimulus took Alec a moment to recover from. Izzy naturally reached out and put her hand around Alec's elbow, something they'd done since they were younger and she started wearing deadly heels. Jace was the first to leave the elevator, Alec following with Izzy. He led her through the crowd, as reporters and fans continued shouting at them.

"Was it true that you were injured in your latest movie, Jace?" someone yelled while security rushed to follow the three Lightwoods.

"What are you wearing to the red carpet, Isabelle?" A woman with a microphone asked, pointing it as Izzy who ignored her.

"Alexander, are you planning on releasing any more hits?" The hotel's front doors opened and the Lightwoods existed, still walking close together. Everyone rushed to chase them and some people on the street recognised the three, hurrying forward to get a better look.

"They're rather persistent, hey?" Jace leaned close and joshed to Alec, who grinned at him in response. Izzy chuckled and Alec knew she was rolling her eyes at the blonde.

A young woman ran up to them, clearly not a reporter from her casual shirt and sweatpants. Her hair was messy and her panting filled their ears. "Can I please get your signatures?" She begged, holding out a permanent marker and her phone.

"On your phone case?" Izzy queried, raising an eyebrow when the girl nodded. "Okay. We can totally do that."

Izzy took the phone and pen and quickly scribbled her signature, before handing it to Jace who did the same. It was then Alec's turn and he tried to not flush when more paparazzi arrived. He hurried wrote his name and handed the phone and marker back to the girl, "here you go."

"Thank you so much," tears were in her eyes and a huge smile covered her face. "You honestly are my inspiration Alexander. I love you so much."

Alec tried to hide his gawkiness by nodding gratefully. A blush rose to his cheeks at her words of praise. "Thank you. You're too kind."

"We best head off," Izzy hinted to Alec in an attempt to save him from himself.

"It was nice meeting you," Alec waved at her before the three strode down the sidewalk.

"Jace, is there a girl in your life?" someone bellowed over the top of everyone, making Jace crack up laughing.

"So far, no. There isn't. I'm still searching for that special gem." He winked at a female interviewer who flushed bright red.

"Blimey, I swear he gets asked that every day." Izzy muttered to Alec.

"I think he answers it each time just to flirt back," Alec stated and Izzy laughed before it was suddenly cut short. Her skin paled dramatically and the muscles in her jaw tensed. It was unexpected, making Alec stiffen.

"What's wrong?" Alec hissed to her, concerned when his eyes landed on the figure in front of them.

Meliorn was walking down the path, dressed fashionably casual. His left arm was wrapped around a redheaded girl with breasts that were practically spilling out of her tight black tank top. Jace also caught sight of Izzy's ex, growling under his voice, "that bastard."

"Shush Jace," Alec ordered fiercely, his protective side beginning to show. He tightened his grip on his baby sister, knowing how upset she would be. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Meliorn's eyes suddenly caught Alec's and he whitened, looking nauseous. The redhead next to him saw the Lightwoods and paparazzi and she bit her lip. Alec squinted at her, seeing she looked familiar.

"I can't believe it. He's with freaking Seelie Faye." He spat out angrily, eyes flashing dangerously. "Meliorn ditched my sister for my scraps."

Alec knew that things could turn terrible – Izzy and Jace's ex's hooking up? All the gossip could be negative for the Lightwood family. As soon as Maryse and Robert find out, they'll be sure to get an earful from them. The paparazzi also caught sight of the two lovers and immediately turned their cameras onto them. Alec was a little pleased to see the guilty expression on Meliorn's face, but the leer on Seelie's made him scowl.

He grabbed his sister's hand and yanked her away whilst Jace followed obediently. "Come on. Let's get away."

The three saw a little alley diverting off from the main road and hurried down it, trying to escape the attention. Alec frowned at the hurt look on Izzy's face, "I'm so sorry, Iz."

"For what?" she gazed up at him defiantly.

"For having to learn about them that way," Alec replied softly, making her defences weaken. Before she could speak, they could hear the paparazzi behind them.

"Isabelle, how does it feel to know that your ex moved on so quickly?" someone bellowed, making Alec's lips tighten into a frown.

"Dude, looks like there's a little café over there, let's go hide out there for a little while, hey?" Jace whispered to Alec.

"Sure," Alec responded dully, more focused on the task of getting Izzy away from the reporters.

Jace strode towards the café called Taki's Diner, opening the door hurriedly and letting Izzy and Alec in first before slamming it shut behind them. Inside, it was warm with some sort of Indi rock music playing quietly. Alec sighed with relief when he saw it wasn't very busy, with only a few stragglers inside – except for a large group of people who sat in one corner. Everyone turned around at the sound of the banging door, and the three knew that they were not safe yet. Alec saw a man at the register gaping at Izzy before he pulled her close to him. Her heels clicked against the floor and she removed her glasses. Alec and Jace copied the act, both trying to seem at ease. Alec's eyes wandered to a large group and he saw plenty of bright hair colours (likely to be dyed) before his eyes caught green ones that were speckled with gold. His breath caught in his throat at the sight. Shaking his head, he peaked at his siblings before moving forward, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket.

Clearing his throat, he went to the cashier who still seemed to be in shock, "hi, can I order one strong black coffee, a latte and a cappuccino?"

"Definitely," spluttered out the guy. Alec read his name badge, noting his name. "Dining in or take-away."

Alec looked over his shoulder, although the shouts they could still hear from everyone outside was enough evidence for him to make his decision. "Dining in, please."

"Of course," the guy pressed some buttons on the till before stating, "that'll be $17.50."

Alec pulled out a $20 note and handed it to the worker, "keep the change, Simon."

Simon looked close to passing out and he gaped, nodding before stuffing the note into the money compartment. "I'll start on the coffees."

Alec nodded and whirled around, seeing Izzy and Jace sitting at a small table. He rushed over, ignoring the stares from everyone else and sat down. Izzy's back was straight and he knew that she was hurting. Alec caught Jace's eye, and the two subtly nodded at each other. Alec tried to stop his eyes from straying to the man with the beautiful eyes. He swallowed thickly, his hands twisting in his lap. Izzy suddenly let out a shriek, making Alec jump and Jace lift an eyebrow.

"Oh my god," she gasped, eyes on the other side of the room. "That guy's make up is flawless."

"Are you having a makeupgasm?" Jace asked her, before receiving a whack on the arm from a bright red Alec.

"Jace…don't…talk like that," Alec spat out in a rush, shifting in his seat.

"Grow up, Alec." Jace teased, before looking at Izzy who was now perched on the edge of her seat.

"Would it be weird if I went over and asked him how he blended his eyeshadow so perfectly? My makeup artist isn't that good," she whispered, noting the weird looks from her brothers. "What?"

"I think anyone would kill to have you talk to them," Alec replied quickly, not enjoying the scrutiny from his sister.

"Then that's just what I'll do," Izzy stated, standing up. Alec gaped at her and Jace watched her as if she had two heads.

"Is she okay?" Jace muttered to Alec, watching her strut towards the sparkly man.

"I ask myself that a lot," Alec replied, able to hear Izzy once she reached the group.

"Hi, I'm Isabelle and I couldn't help but notice that your makeup is perfect."

That's the end of the first chapter! Please give me some feedback, I really want to know what you all think and whether you reckon it's worth pursuing. If you have any ideas of what you'd like to happen, I'd love to hear them and take it into consideration. Thank you, Emily Grace xx