Well hello everybody. Next chapter real quick haha. You don't know how rare that is for me. Or maybe you do? I'm sorry. Hope you like. :)
I also want you to know, I have no idea who's going to win this thing haha. :D
I don't own the books, the show, or the characters.
Clary was completely distracted when the man called Ragnor Fell addressed her. She had just seen the most attractive boy in the world, and he was leaving, walking out that door with his friends
and she was never going to see him again…
"Helloooo, anyone home in the redhead's noggin? I'm talking to you honey."
Clary snapped to. "Oh sorry."
"Hopefully you can walk better than you can hear, because you've got a cute look. Walk down there and come back."
She did, thinking the whole time how the golden haired boy had looked when he walked. She could see the muscles moving under his skin, lean and perfect…
Before she knew it she was back where she started. "Interesting," Ragnor said. "You almost looked like you were floating, like in a dream. I think there could be a place for you in this competition."
"For…for who in this…what?"
"Not the brightest crayon in the box I see. That's alright darling, it's just modeling. I'll see you here in two weeks." Clary took the papers he held out to her. This was her ticket to see the golden haired
boy again, he had gotten through. And somehow, so had she.
Then she noticed that the judge was talking to a topless Simon.
"…the glasses are a nice touch. That angular intellectual look is really in right now."
Clary almost laughed as Simon started to walk. He looked so confused.
"…okay so you can't really walk. But I think we could work on it. See you in two weeks."
Simon walked over to Clary in nearly as much of a daze as she was. "Clary, I just made it."
"I saw."
"How did I do?"
"You're an…angular intellectual." Clary burst out laughing.
"Oh god that's right." Simon started laughing as well.
"At least you didn't get the 'not the brightest crayon in the box' comment." She pointed out.
"You're too good for that box anyway." Simon hugged her. "I knew that you would make it."
Two Weeks Later
Jace showed up at the Lightwood house bright and early with his packed bag. Isabelle met him at the door, dressed and ready.
"Hey Izzy." He said, walking in and going to the fridge like he lived there. "Is Alec up?"
"Hmm? Oh yes. He went running. Can you believe that? Running! In the morning! It's barely dawn!" she rubbed sleepers out of her eyes and blinked rapidly.
Jace checked his watch. "Actually it's nine thirty. Dawn was about four and a half hours ago, when I finished my martial arts exercises."
"God you morning people," she grumbled. "I'm making coffee. I need it desperately. Are you having any?"
Jace pictured Isabelle's version of coffee, which was more like black sludge.
"I'll pass. Where are the 'rents?"
"They went with Max to Disney World."
"Aw, lucky kid! Alec better get here quickly by the way. We're going to be late if he doesn't."
"It's his long run day. Fifteen miles I think he does now."
Jace whistled. He had his eye on the window, impatiently waiting for Alec to arrive.
Within a few minutes, a lanky figure came into view, as Alec stopped at the mailbox, checked his watch, and shakily walked up to the porch. He stopped to sit on the steps, catching his breath.
The door opened and a blonde head poked out. "Alec get your fast ass in here and get ready."
"Hi Jace," Alec smiled. "I just ran the long loop in seventy nine minutes, that means I'm finally down to under five twenty mile pace-
"That is fantastically beastly and you can tell me all about it when we are on our way." A tanned hand yanked him into the house and up the stairs.
Alec could only go along with it as he was pushed into the upstairs bathroom. "Shower," Jace commanded.
"Okay okay I can manage it on my own!" Alec said quickly, when Jace looked like he was considering ripping Alec's clothes off and shoving him in himself to hurry the process.
"I'm trusting you with this Alec." He warned him, and slid down the banister.
"It's all good Izzy." He announced.
"I'm so glad to hear it. Do you think that this dress is too…I don't know, Ms. Purity? Too Sandra Dee? " Isabelle frowned down at the summery white dress she had on.
"You?" Jace snorted.
"Watch it," she glared. "I guess the shoes save it." She smiled at the teal sandalwood wedges that had been such a steal. She had four bags packed herself, and two that she'd done for Alec. Her brother thought he had packed efficiently of course, with a suitcase full of his usual wardrobe and a toothbrush and tooth paste. She hadn't told him yet that she'd gone shopping and bought him new clothes. Nothing crazy, just stuff that was new and in more than just black.
She waited for the yell.
"What happened to my clothes!?" She heard from upstairs.
"If you're referring to your ancient sweaters, I trashed them. Otherwise you would have smuggled one in. Pick something from the closet!" Isabelle hollered back.
To his credit, Alec was down quickly, wearing a loose long sleeved blue shirt that matched his eyes (though Isabelle was sure he hadn't noticed), and dark jeans. He was shivering.
"Are you actually cold?" Jace was incredulous.
"It's only seventy five. Plus cold showers are good for the m-muscles after you r-run."
"We've all got to run now." Isabelle said.
"I wanted coffee," Alec protested.
"No you don't Alec," Jace whispered. "I'm pretty sure whatever makes the coffee look like that is a banned substance in developed countries." In a normal voice. "Let's go get reality tv famous!"
At the street where they had waited for the tryouts, approximately fifty young and women were chatting and laughing, waiting for the ANTM bus that would bring them to meet Tyra and the other judges. Clary Fray was scanning the crowd for the blonde boy she'd seen, fervently wishing she had caught his name. Simon was chattering away about something involving pet rocks and the Eiffel tower. Clary was barely paying attention and missed out on the connection.
Finally she spotted him, he was talking to the boy and the girl that had been with him at the audition. The girl was really beautiful, and was pulling off a low cut dress like Clary never could.
She felt a stab of jealousy. The girl was the supermodel ideal. I can't compete with that, she thought to herself. But it wasn't the modeling competition she was referring to.
Simon finally sighed and gave up as he realized Clary was paying even less attention than usual. He looked in the direction she was staring in, and his mouth dropped open. He hadn't thought any girl could be as beautiful as Clary, but the raven haired goddess had something special about her. She stood out in this crowd of beautiful people, partly because of her obvious confidence, and Simon felt himself developing a bit of 'crush at first sight.' Since he was getting this experience, (for reasons unknown to him) he would try to find a chance to talk to the girl. It might even make Clary a little jealous.
But he doubted Clary was so focused on the girl, so he followed the direction of her intense gaze.
Oh, he thought his heart sinking. It's Abercrombie boy. It was really hard to top that.
How is it I always end up the jealous one? He sighed.
Isabelle was checking out the guys in the crowd, looking for potential prospects. All the boys were hot of course, but she looked for the X-factor. That little edge of danger and excitement made all the difference.
As she was thinking this, two motorcycles roared into view and skidded to a stop next to the sidewalk. They were being ridden by boys wearing helmets. The smaller of the two was wearing a button
down white shirt, the open collar revealing deeply tanned skin and some kind of pendant necklace. The tall one was clad in tight fitting black leather. He lifted off his helmet and shook out jet black hair
that contrasted sharply with pale skin. He addressed his companion.
"Well, looks like this is where the poor wannabes wait for public transportation." He smirked.
Ding ding ding, we have a winner. Isabelle thought to herself, smiling at the thought of this challenge.
"What a douchebag," Jace said in disgust. "…With an admittedly amazing ride. If I ever come into some serious cash, that is the first thing I'm going out and buying." He was staring at the boy's motorcycle with an expression of extreme longing.
"You'll kill yourself!" Alec said, sounding quite alarmed.
"If I had a nickel for every time you've said that Alec, I would already be able to buy one."
But the blue eyed boy was too distracted to retort. "Izzy! Where are you going?"
"Bathroom. Take my stuff," she waved to Alec and Jace as she made her way through the crowd with just a pack. She needed to make a quick change. Sandra Dee was going to get the Greaser guy.
She was just getting back when a lime green bus pulled up to the sidewalk. It said "America's Next Top Model" in huge purple letters across it, with a giant Tyra face on the side. The crowd erupted
into cheers.
Simon pushed his glasses up on his nose to eye the bus critically. "I feel like that has to be one of the least manly vehicles I will ever ride in."
Clary had to agree. "It could have been pink though, so there's that."
"That's true," Simon said seriously. "Lime green is at least two power levels above pink on the badass scale."
As the hopefuls filed onto the bus, Isabelle hurried over to the motorcycle boys.
"Hola senorita," the smaller boy said, eyeing her black tank top and black leather pants. She couldn't very well ride a motorcycle in a dress could she?
"Hello," she said, smiling. She turned to the tall one that had caught her eye. "You have room for a 'wannabe' on that thing?"
His impossibly black eyes flashed with interest. "Well I don't know about that, but for a supermodel there's plenty of room. If she holds on tight."
"I think she could manage that."
"And what might her name be?"
"Isabelle."
" A beautiful name, for un bonne fille. This is Raphael," he nodded to the other boy. "…and I'm Sebastian."
Alec was working himself into a fit as he watched his sister climb on the back of a motorcycle to cling to the boy who looked like he walked right out of a photo captioned 'Bad News'.
"What does she think she's doing?! How is it possible that out of the three of us, I'm the only one with any sense?!"
"I don't know, but it must get pretty exhausting sometimes." Jace said, truly sympathizing.
"I'm going to go stop her," Alec said determinedly, but Jace caught his arm.
"You'll embarrass her. She can take care of herself." But he didn't sound as sure of his words as usual. There was something he immediately disliked about the boy. However, Isabelle was no pushover. She made mostly good decisions.
Alec wasn't convinced. He shrugged Jace off and walked briskly over to his sister.
"Isabelle, you don't know this guy." He said firmly. "You can ride the bus, and meet him there."
"And who are you to tell her what to do?" Sebastian enquired, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm her brother."
The other boy looked him up and down for a long moment. "I can see the family resemblance," he said finally, the corner of his mouth lifting.
"Ugh Alec, it's not a big deal." Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Thank you for worrying, but seriously. Don't."
"She'll be fine," Sebastian said. "She can wear the helmet, and we'll stay in sight of the bus. We'll be following it. Speaking of which, you'd better catch it."
Alec looked uncertain.
"It's alright chico," the other boy spoke up. "Sebastian is one of the best riders there is. Su hermana está a salvo."
"English Raphael," Sebastian reminded him. "But yes, your sister will be safe. Alec."
"You speak French all the time when it only makes you look like an asshole.." Raphael grumbled quietly enough for no one to hear.
Alec reluctantly sighed in defeat. "I'd better see her wearing the helmet," he said finally.
"See you there." Isabelle said, giving him a look that said go away and chill.
He gave her a look that said mom and dad would kill me if they knew about this, before finally running to catch the bus with Jace.
"You know what?" Alec said. "This show could be your best idea ever. The two of you need to be under surveillance. 24/7."
"Goodness. Another one that wants to see me in the shower." Jace drawled.
Alec coughed nervously. "Ah. Well, maybe not 24/7. More like, 23/7."
"How generous. Allowing for bathroom breaks are you?" Jace put his feet up on the seat in front of them. A curvy dark skinned girl wearing a gamer's t-shirt glared at him. Jace waggled his eyebrows at her.
She didn't look impressed.
Alec was turned around in the seat, keeping an eye on the motorcycles that were following as promised. He noticed something else.
"Jace, there's a limo following this bus."
"Really?" He turned around to look. "I wonder if it's one of the judges."
Alec squinted to read the license plate.
It said: ILVTOFU
"Ha! Jace did you read the plate?"
"Yeah," Jace yawned. Buses made him sleepy. "It says they love tofu. I can't imagine why. It's really really gross. My grandma likes it. Enough said."
Alec blinked. "Yeah...tofu." Wow. He had just had a dirtier mind than Jace.
Disturbing.
The Ultimate Auditions
Clary couldn't believe that she and Simon had were actually here. It was insane. She was pretty nervous about meeting the judges, but she was also eager for a little excitement.
She walked into an medium sized and empty room where four judges sat a table. Tyra was sporting some sort of strange blonde weave this season.
"Hi Tyra," Clary said.
"Helloooo there! You are…Clary Fray?"
"Yes."
"I'd like to introduce our judges! First, judge Seelia Queen, former model and the creator of the highly respected brand, 'Faerie'."
A beautiful red haired woman in a long and lovely silver dress nodded to Clary. "Bonjour."
"...The world renowned fashion photographer Inquisitor Aldertree…" A tiny man made a sort of squeaking noise in assent. "Oh indubitably! Certainly yes!" He said nonsensically.
"Yeah," Clary said uncertainly.
"And of course the runway diva coach extraordinaire, Ragnor Fell!" The familiar man waved.
"So Clary, why do you want to be a model?" Tyra grinned like a Cheshire cat. This was the loaded question.
"Honestly I don't really know." Clary said.
"Your mother wouldn't happen to be named Jocelyn ?" Seelia Queen asked.
"Jocelyn Fray, yes." Clary replied.
"She was one of the best. She and I took Paris by storm twenty years ago."
"What?" Clary gasped.
"You didn't know your mother was a supermodel?"
"No!"
"Well, I see her in you. We'll see if you have her talent if you make the next round." The woman said it very seriously.
"Thanks Clary," Tyra dismissed her, bored of her already.
Clary exited and the next hopeful came in, a boy dressed all in black with black hair and black eyes. There was definitely a theme going on.
"Oh boy. I remember this one." Ragnor Fell said, his tone not making it clear whether this was completely a good thing.
"Name?" Tyra asked.
"Jonathon Morgenstern." His mouth quirked.
Tyra checked the list. "Jonathon is not a very model-esque name. If you make it, what would you be willing to change it to?"
"Sebastian." He said easily.
"And why that name my boy? My boy? My boy?" Aldertree enquired.
"Cela est le nom j'utilise quand je prétends pour être français." The boy replied.
"Does he come with subtitles?" Tyra asked. "I need a translation."
Seelia Queen provided the answer. "It means, 'that is the name I use when I pretend to be French.'"
"That is correct," Sebastian bowed to her.
"The boy has charm." Seelia commented, smiling for the first time. She appreciated charm.
"Why would you pretend to be French?" Tyra asked, confused.
"Because in my previous occupation, some people found it… interesting, so to speak."
"And what was that? What were you?"
"Oh here we go…" Ragnor Fell muttered under his breath.
"A stripper." The boy replied, without the slightest hesitation.
"Oh dear, oh dear. We will have to be getting to know each other very well my dear boy!" Aldertree squeaked, and nobody knew if he realized what that sounded like, or if he was just spouting one of the five phrases he knew.
Tyra continued. "A…stripper? But it says here that you're a student at Yale, on full scholarship. Why would you feel the need for that…unambitious occupation?"
"To piss off Daddy." Sebastian said casually. "And because I know how to bring in the big bucks."
"Three, two, one…" Ragnor Fell counted down.
"Would you like me to show you what I do that really brings the patrons in?"
"You might want to say no," Ragnor warned. "It will definitely have to be censored for television."
Tyra seemed to be considering it. Usually she gave female strippers a hard time, but she just didn't feel the same way about this contestant.
"Maybe if you make it." She said finally.
"I'm feeling more confident about my chances." Sebastian winked.
"Thank you. You can send the next person." Ragnor spoke for Tyra, who was fanning herself wildly and making noises.
"Au revoir," he said on his way out, blowing a kiss to Seelia Queen.
"I like him." The red head said to the other judges.
"Well it's hard to get more interesting than that one," Ragnor said wryly.
"Oh very hard, very very. Hard indeed." Aldertree wriggled in his seat.
The next contestant had a tough act to follow, though she didn't really care. She was here to represent for her cause, and if people didn't like her that was tough.
"Your name is Maia?"
"Yes Tyra. It's great to meet you. I have always looked up to you as a role model." She lied.
"Thank you. Now tell me Maia, why do you personally want to be a model?"
"Well, I want to represent for different body types. I'm short and curvy, but not plus size, and you don't normally see models like that. I'm also mixed race, and want to represent the beauty of that. On a more personal level, I'd like to be a role model for girls who were victims of abuse. I want to show other girls that they can recover their confidence and be whatever they want to be."
"Who abused you Maia?" Tyra thought they might get some tears for the camera.
"My brother. But he's dead."
"How did he die?" Tyra put on her doctor Phil/Oprah persona.
"I killed him." Maia replied.
"Thank you Maia, for sharing that with me. You may go."
As the girl exited, Tyra cheerfully stacked the papers on the desk in front of her. "Now that's how you answer the goddamn question! No wishy washy 'I don't know' from that girl!"
The other judges didn't say anything. They knew that one was in no matter what.
A boy with long hair and elven features walked in and stood in the middle of the room, looking rather bored.
"I'm Meliorn." He said without being asked.
"Great look." Selia Queen complimented him. "Personally I would love to see you wearing my line."
"What race are you exactly?" Tyra asked.
"I'm foreign."
"But what foreign?"
"Very foreign."
"I think you're hiding something from me my boy! And I don't like it, it's a shame really, such a shame!" Aldertree shook his head sadly.
"Whatever." Meliorn responded indifferently.
"Okaaaay then. Why do you want to be a model?" Tyra continued.
"Because I deserve the best in life."
"I like your attitude," the red haired judge said, sounding like she actually meant it. "I can see you being the face of 'Faerie.'"
"Thank you, my lady." He bowed low at the waist. "I live to serve you."
"Now that's a fan," Ragnor said absently.
"Next," said Tyra.
When the next contestant walked in, Inquisitor Aldertree went ballistic.
"Hi, I'm Simon. Simon Lewis. Er, I totally didn't mean to pull a 'James Bond' just now. Sorry."
"Simon, Simon." Aldertree rubbed his hands together as if anticipating a birthday party or some other delightful event. "I will handle this one if you please, thank you!" He announced to the panel, flapping his tiny hands stuck on stubby arms. "God help you kid," Ragnor Fell muttered under his breath, as Tyra decided to humor the Inquisitor.
Simon smiled at the jolly little man. The judge looked pretty harmless.
Aldertree began. "We're so glad-pleased, really, that you decided to cooperate with our request that you return to New York. It does make everything so much easier." He beamed.
"You're welcome?" Simon scratched his head in puzzlement. What, did some contestants try to hide out and have to be dragged here? The thought was comical.
Aldertree twinkled. "What did you think of the waiting room my boy?"
"Oh it was okay. The only magazines they have are girl ones though, so I had to try really search through them for anything interesting. But I learned from one of the quizzes that I'm likely to get stuck in something called the 'friend zone', so I guess that's useful to know."
"They're not meant to be torture chambers my boy, more along the lines of a space for forced reflection." Aldertree informed him.
Simon blinked. "I wasn't attempting to imply anything unethical. And I guess I was reflecting on the friend zone thing-
"As you should!" Aldertree agreed wholeheartedly. "Now the question for you of course, is whether or not you know why you're like this."
"I'm sorry…like what?"
"There's nothing you would like to tell me? Not one little thing that you can think of?" Aldertree leaned forward in his seat and for a second his cheerful expression broke to show some hint of pure
insanity, but it was immediately in place again.
Enlightenment dawned on Simon. "Do you think I'm gay or something?"
"NOOOO!" Screamed the little man. "Confess your crime! CONFESS!"
"Are you sure those papers there are my bio? Because I have an embarrassingly perfect record." Simon felt like he was doing all the questioning. He also felt like this was the trippiest experience of his life. He was trying out to be a model while Tyra Banks watched a midget man have a complete conniption.
He started laughing, "I- I'm sorry." He gasped out. "I think I'm actually high off the Tyra bus fumes. It's hilarious."
"MY boy! MY b-
Ragnor slapped his hand over the Inquisitor's mouth, mercifully silencing him.
"Oh thank god. I don't think I could have listened to that for another moment," Seelia said, rubbing her temples.
"You handled that very well Simon," Tyra complimented him with a huge plastic smile. "We'll take that into consideration when we make our final decision about who gets to go on in the competition to be America's. Next. Top. Model. You may go."
"Just so you know, they'll edit that for tv so it makes you look really badass." Ragnor assured the confused boy.
Simon blinked several times, shaking his head as if to clear it as he exited.
Tyra put her head down on the desk. "Cut the cameras. I need a break. And for Tyra's sake, somebody get the little man his GODDAMN MEDS!"
Simon wandered out into the waiting room and sat next to Clary. "Clary I'd like to ask you something, because I think I might be high. Is there a little man in there?"
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