Author's Note: Hello everyone! Here is a multi-chaptered, AU (alternate universe) story! Magnus and Alec, and most of the gang are here, too. Set in High School.

Disclaimer: I don't own TMI. Cassie does.

A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Chapter 1: Not Drunk

Alec was not drunk. Why? It was impossible. He was not the type of teenager to get drunk, no, that was just a big no. Isabelle could get drunk all she wanted, and Jace, too, but he was not some crazy drunk. And if he did take alcohol, then not in huge shots, never to get himself drunk.

And it's never happened.

So it might be pathetic. He was a Senior in High School already, and yet he could not hold his liquor. Izzy could probably beat him to gulping down one bottle of beer, and he would take tentative steps. It's not his fault he was born as the responsible child. Even their adoptive brother, Jace Herondale, was as careless and crazy as Isabelle.

Maybe this was why he didn't like to go with them when they "went out for coffee", as they told their parents.

But here he was, slumped against their table, hair sticking to his face as he shot down another glass. It tasted stronger now, and he realized, with some hidden delight, that Izzy had slapped some vodka down onto the table and he'd been gulping that thing down for the past half hour.

He felt light headed, and he laughed at all of Jace's jokes, even went to punch his brother on his arm, and even tolerated how Isabelle was flirting like hell with half of the guys who approached her.

When Alec downed his – I don't know, more than a dozen, probably. – glass he suddenly saw the world in a different light. The lights that danced across the dim room was strangely in a rainbow color, and then they weren't even colors anymore, they looked light lightning darting from one corner to another. He swore a shadow was waving at him, and then one of the shadows took the form of a headless horse and started to gallop away.

Alec Lightwood never got drunk.

But tonight, he was insanely drunk.

And of course there were only two people to blame: Isabelle and Jace.

They had told him to loosen up, to have some fun – Because school was going to start the next week, and they'd wanted to hit it up and get drunk like hell and just party until dawn.

And Alec, like the complete idiot he was of an older brother (because he just wanted to make sure somebody would be responsible for hauling their asses back home after and laughing at their horrible hangover.) had went with them, and no sooner than ten minutes into the club, Jace had cracked through his shell and then shoved his first drink down.

His siblings were complete bastards.

Alec blinked, and pushed his empty glass away. He was looking at the far corner now, and he could just make out the glittery exterior of something that...Glittered in the dim lighting of this club. He blinked again, and then the figure, knowing his gaze, swept across the room and met his.

A single eyelid dropped to a very glittery wink, and Alec's eyes widened.

Did he just see that?

"Earth to Alec? Alexander!" Isabelle snapped her fingers in front of him, to get his attention. But Alec was already standing up, and he had no idea if he could dance, but he was heading for the dance floor, Isabelle following him.

"Alec, really? So you're dancing-" Insert drunk giggle here. "Now? Wait, I need to find Jace!" Another giggle. "He has to see this. Jace! Get your blonde ass here!" Isabelle screamed to no one in particular, and with her height and her striking and gorgeous features, the crowd parted as she walked around, looking for the Golden Boy (that title was a complete lie. Jace is a total demon, a Dark Demonic Boy, not The Angelic Golden Boy. People needed to stop looking at his looks.)

But really, Alec was no longer hearing Isabelle, couldn't even see her dark hair, or find any sign that Jace was in the room.

Alec was surrounded by people now, and he could feel light touches on his shoulders, and then when he tried to focus, past the blur that was a haze from being drunk, he noticed a blonde girl, just clinging to him and swaying her hips and he wanted to puke. But he held back on the puking and pulled away from her, finding his way out of the dance floor.

He was drunk, but he wasn't that drunk – well, not anymore, anyway. Because even if he was drunk, he still could look beyond the drunken haze to realize that he was certainly not interested in a possible dance-slash-grind kind of activity with a girl, of all people.

Or of all genders.

Given there were only two.

Finding his way to the darkest part, just pass the bar, Alec leaned against the wall. He really didn't see himself with any appeal – or sex appeal. Ugh, who would? Apparently, everyone did. Except for himself, of course. Dark hair, a beautiful mess, and then the perfect blue eyes.

"You are gorgeous without even trying," Somebody purred, and as he opened his eyes, trying to squint with the lack of lighting (everything seemed a mixture of red and blue right now.) and saw a glittery and tall someone just in front of him.

"What?" Alec tried not to slur, and the tall someone reached him, though instead of standing in front of him, the tall stranger leaned against the wall, just beside Alec.

"I saw your reaction on the dance floor." At the mere mention of the dance, and the memory of that blonde – ugh! – Alec pushed himself off the wall and pushed past the double doors not far ahead, before heaving all the contents of his stomach out into the pavement.

When he looked back, he didn't see anyone, just the door swinging close behind him.

Feeling like he was ready to hit his head against the wall, Alec straightened up, wiped his mouth and started towards the door, only to realize that no – He was not going back there. So with a (very drunken text that didn't really make use of the English language, well, not something either his siblings would understand. But they would probably think it was one of his: 'I'm going home, I expect you to follow after a while.' Big brother texts.) text he turned around and rounded the corner of the violet building, past the parking lot and now he found himself on the main street.

Great. Jace had driven them here, and Alec didn't bring a car. And he wasn't sure he could walk back home. So goodbye public transportation, and hello Bus Number 11 – Bus Number 11 being his legs.

Alec was staggering around, trying not to throw up again, and trying to remember just where he really lived.

He remembered he lived in a big house. And...And...And he remembered the voice in the darkness, the glittery wink, and he was faintly aware of how his cheeks were now flushed.

"You are impossibly drunk," It was that voice again, a soft, cat like purr, and Alec spun around. And there, just standing against a street lamp was a tall and dark haired young man, his hair in total spikes, glittering at the tips. His eyes were ringed with eyeliner, and his face shone like silver even without the light from the moon. And his lips were a clear, gloss-like color. He wore skin tight pants and boots, as well as an array of bangles and rings on either hand, all topped with a dress shirt that made him look...Sexy.

Alec blushed at the thought of finding a perfect stranger sexy.

"Wh-What?" He stammered, and his hand gripped a bench to steady himself.

"You can't even stand straight." The stranger tsked, and then he was walking over to Alec, a hand outstretched.

Alec was frozen, not out of fear, but out of shock. The stranger was impossibly tall, now that they were so close – And Alec himself was tall for his age, too. – and he glowed. Well, sort of.

"I was offended." He went on, and Alec blinked, feeling like a total child with this man.

"What?" Alec felt like he was repeating himself over and over again.

"You threw up because I complimented you." He drawled, and he was so close now. Alec had not the thought to move away, just stare up at the beautiful man.

"No I didn't. I'm just..." Alec trailed off, not really knowing what he had been. Drunk? Yes, he was drunk. Turned on? What the hell, that didn't happen, especially not with sparkly strangers.

"You have beautiful eyes. Dark hair and blue eyes. My favourite," The stranger went on, and his thumb brushed Alec's cheek. "I suppose I shouldn't take advantage of you. Underage?" Alec shook his head, and the stranger laughed. "I saw you looking at me earlier,"

And he was so over confident that he actually strolled up to Alec himself? Really? Well, Alec had to admire the confidence, and even if it was overly-confident. Cocky, even.

When those long and flawless fingers brushed the hair out of his eyes, Alec looked into the stranger's own green ones, and then he felt cold lips brush on his forehead, and he just froze, before the stranger pulled back, his fingers running down Alec's jacket.

"Drop me a line," The tall stranger said, pulling away, and Alec felt like he really couldn't walk home anymore – not because of the alcohol, but because of something else.

Alec blinked into the night, and before he could even recover enough of his sanity, a horn honked just behind him. Raising a hand to his eyes, he squinted at the headlights, saw a Ford Explorer, and then heard more honking. A dark head popped out of the window and gestured for him.

"Get in, loser!" Isabelle called, her laugh piercing the night sky.

Jace honked again, and Alec, with a very drunken stagger – and a stagger that was not caused by alcohol but something else, maybe that fleeting kiss on the forehead, maybe that...-made his way to the car, climbing in the back seat just behind Isabelle.

"I am never going out with you two again." Alec mumbled, his head hitting the back of the seat, and his eyes closed, the only sound now was Isabelle's laughter, and then Jace trying to shut their sister up, but giving up after the third attempt to just laugh into the night like the insane teenagers they were.

There was a reason Alec never got drunk, and a reason why he was born the responsible one in the family.

This is gonna be multi-chaptered! Set in High School because I just can't resist. And do you guys know who the 'Impossibly Tall and Glittery Stranger' is? If you don't then I don't even know who you people are. Joke, joke. But if you really, honest to goodness do not know who it is...Then let's just wait till the next chapter.

I enjoyed writing something (somewhat long) like Real or Not, and I thought: "Hey, I should write something long again!" so here is my newest fic-child.

Reviews are appreciated!