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Interview

"Clary has arrived! Clary Fray." A man called into an ear-piece and then guided me and Jessica down a hallway to a new area. "Clary if you need anything, my name is Danny. And, Ellen and Portia will be out in a minute to greet you."

"Thank you, Danny." I said and then looked around this new area. It basically looked like a waiting room for a plane, or doctor, expect there was a desk in the middle of the room. Still, there were chairs in rows everywhere.

"You're welcome." Danny replied, "Clary, here is Ellen." Ellen Degeneres, with her short blonde pixie cut and sweater vest on, walked towards me. She was holding hands with a taller woman in heels and long blond straight hair; this was Portia Degeneres.

"Hello, Clary, it's really great to meet you. Congratulations on your medals." Ellen gave me and Jessica a hug and I tried my hardest not to faint.

"Thank you. Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm really here!" I took a deep breath, "It's fantastic to meet you Ellen and Portia. I watch your show every day and I loved Finding Nemo. My friends and I literally watch that once a week."

Ellen and Portia laughed, "Well it's great to have you here and Ellen is great, isn't she?" Portia asked, looking at her wife fondly. Ellen's face lit up.

"She is." I said quietly, not wanting to ruin there moment.

"And are you her...?" Ellen asked Jessica, motioning to me.

"I'm her agent and kind of her manager." Jessica nodded smiling. "It's great to meet you two, I'm such a big fan."

"Thank you." Ellen said and then looked behind me. "Oh, look who it is." I glanced behind me and saw the four men of Jersey Shore with all of their managers.

"Hey, Ellen and Portia, babies, how are you?" Mike asked walking up to hug her. The other three followed him, saying words of greeting.

"It's great to see you guys again," Ellen said, "And look who it is. Olympic gold medalist, Clary Fray."

I blushed, "Oh, come on. I'm nothing compared to you, Ellen."

"Are you kidding?" Vinny asked, coming to hug me, "You're an Olympic gold medalist. That's pretty great."

"Sure is, girl. That's hard work, right there." Pauly hugged me as well.

"How long did you train for the Olympics?" Ron asked.

"I have been training with hurdles for seven -almost eight- years, but for the Olympics," I shrugged, "Like six months probably."

"Only six months?" Mike asked, I nodded, "Wow. I thought it would be a lot longer than that."

"Seven years is a lot longer than that, bro." Pauly said, smiling as always.

Mike laughed, "I guess it is." The cast then excused themselves saying that they needed to go get ready for the show.

"Clary, I believe that our interview is going to be fun." Ellen said smiling.

I nodded, "I think it will be too. I'll do anything so, you know, whatever you want."

Portia shook her head sadly, "You might want to take that back. If you have ever seen my wife's show, at least."

A little scared, Jessica excused us and I went to go get changed and ready. My doctor, I had an appointment after class yesterday, said that I didn't have to have my boot on anymore. He said that it might hurt for awhile, and if it does - he told me that I needed to put a brace on it.

And it hurt, but I wasn't going to go out on Ellen fully handicapped. Still, Jessica made me wear flats instead of heels or something that would harm my ankle and I had to walk slow because my hip brace was off. So, when Ellen announced my name I walked out in a spaghetti strap black a-line dress with my USA track black jacket and my medals around neck. Dancing in a way I hoped I wouldn't be embarrassing, I walked over to Ellen; we hugged, I waved to the cheering crowd, and then we both sat down.

"Hi, Clary." Ellen said over the loud audience.

"Hello, Ellen. How are you?" I asked and then took off my medals, before placing them on her little desk. Ellen picked them up immediately and started to look them over. "Oh my gosh! I can't believe I'm on the Ellen Show, I have loved you since 2004 Finding Nemo." The crowd started cheering again.

"We'll I'm happy you're here. " Ellen said and then looked at my medals, "Wow. These are incredible. And so heavy. Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"I can't get distracted by these, we have lots to talk about." Ellen put two medals around her neck and the rest in her lap. "Hello, how are you, Clary?"

"I'm doing great, thanks. And you?"

"I'm good. I can tell you're doing great, um, congratulations at the Olympics. I, along with everyone in the country, was cheering you on."

"Thank you." I repeated.

"So I hear that you have an interesting story about us." Ellen said.

I smiled, "Yes, I do. You know about a year Prince William married Kate Middleton? Well, my mom got one of those letters in the mail that said I was related to her, my 10th great grandfather and her 10th great grandmother were married. So I saw your show when you said you were related to Kate Middleton and I did some research at and I realized that your 7th great grandmother and my 7th great grandfather were married. So we are very distant cousins."

On the screen was a screenshot of the information.

"Wow, well it's nice to meet you cousin. Make yourself right at home."

I put my feet up on her table, "Thanks, cousin, I really appreciate that..." Ellen laughed along with the audience and I brought my feet off the table.

"So, we are related to Kate Middleton and to Madonna. Did you know that?"

"We're related to Madonna too?"

Ellen nodded, "Yes, so I have the greatest family members ever; a princess, an Olympic gold medalist, and a superstar."

"And a brilliant television host, of course." The crowd cheered.

"I know, I know. I am brilliant, aren't I?" Everyone laughed at that, "Clary during the Olympic you beat a girl that was 6 foot tall."

"Oh really?" I asked, very shocked.

Ellen eyed me, "Yes, really. You didn't know that?"

"I don't read the stats of other competitors."

"You don't?"

"No, why would I do that?"

"Why wouldn't you do that? What?" She seemed honestly confused.

"Well, I don't want to get freaked out. I mean if I had read that I was up against a six foot tall girl, ten inches taller than me, I would get nervous." I shrugged; this seemed so easy to me, so basic.

"Okay, sure cousin." She said in a mocking voice.

"I mean- is that weird? I'll meet the people after so-"

"Let's move on to another topic." Ellen waved her hand and I, along with the crowd, laughed, "You're hurt aren't you?"

I nodded, "I am."

"Are you alright? I don't see any braces." Ellen looked me over.

"I'm doing better. Actually, I got permission from my doctor yesterday to that I could take my boot off because my ankle and toes are pretty much healed. As for my hip, I can walk short distances without my brace."

"Well, I'm glad your ankle is better." Ellen nodded, "And you hurt yourself during the Olympics, right?" I nodded, "How did you keep going?"

I shrugged, "The Olympics kind of makes you. I wasn't going to not compete just because my ankle and hip were hurting."

"Wow, this is what I'm talking about she has so much courage." Ellen glanced at her notes,"So, cousin, you were bitten by a shark right?"

"Yes, I was."

She gasped, "Really? I thought that was just a rumor. Can we see your shark bite?"

I nodded; moving my leg so that she, the audience, and the people at home could see it.

"Wow." Ellen whispered, "Do you remember what happened?"

"I do, yes. Very clearly actually." I took a deep breath, "I was swimming in the ocean with a few of my friends and my step-dad, Luke, when the lifeguard started to yell at everyone to get out of the water; that there was a shark. Luke grabbed my hand and started to pull me to shore when the shark bit me and I went under."

"Oh my goodness. You poor thing-" Ellen shook her head, "How did they get the shark off?"

"I think it realized that I wasn't what it liked to eat." I said, "And my step-dad kicked it or punched it or something, to get it off. Then he swam me to shore."

"Were you killed?" Ellen asked.

I laughed, "No. I was hospitalized for a few days. My doctor told me if the shark had bitten my ankle, then the doctors would've had to amputate my foot."

"Wow," She shook her head again, "Well, we have to go to commercial break, but when we come back Clary will be back too."

The cameras shut off and I started to talk to Ellen. Giving her more details about my shark bite and about how we were related. Soon, the cameras were back on.

"Hi, were back with Olympic gold medalist; Clary Fray." Ellen said to the camera and then turned to me, "So, Clary, how are you still single?"

That shocked me, "What?"

"Look at this everyone; Clary just turned seventeen -happy birthday by the way-, she's an Olympic star, she's crazy rich, she's smart, she's beautiful, and your always smiling and happy. I just don't get it, how are you still single?"

I'm not, I wanted to say. I'm in love- but I couldn't say that. "Thank you... I don't know I mean I just got back from London I'm not really looking for a boyfriend."

"Are you not looking because you already have one?"

"What are you-"

"Are you dating Michael Phelps?" Ellen pointed to the screen's behind us. I looked at it to see Michael and I hugging and then another picture of Michael and I smiling together with our gold medals- that was a picture from twitter.

"No, I'm not dating Michael Phelps." I said clearly to her and the cameras alike.

Ellen's eyebrows rose, "What's this about?"

"We're friends." I replied.

"Friends don't hug like that." Ellen glanced back at the picture of us hugging. Michael's arms were around my waist and mine were around his neck, this was the picture of us telling each other goodbye under a week ago, in London.

"Ellen..." I sighed.

"What?" She asked innocently.

"We aren't dating."

"Okay, we'll talk about how you're dating Michael Phelps later-"

"I'm not dating him." I said.

"Yes you are, but we are going to move onto another topic." She glanced at her notes, "I hear you have a gift for me?"

That made me smile, "Yes I do!Well when everyone- all my Olympic friends- heard that I was coming on your show and since this is the tenth season, we wanted to give you a gift."

A man in shorts came running out with a large check for 10,000 dollars for Ellen's charity; The Gentle Barn.

"Thank you so much. We needed this so much right now." We both stood and she hugged me.

"You're welcome, this is from everyone too, not just from me. This is from Ryan Lochte, Tyler Clary, Missy Franklin, Lolo Jones, Abby Wambach, Courntey Matthewson, Allyson Felix, Marti Malloy, the fabulous five, Brad Walker, Andrew Wheating, Galen Rupp, Tyson Gay, and everyone else on the track teams."

"And Michael right? Because you're dating him." Ellen asked as we sat back down.

"I'm not dating him, but yes he did help with it." I nodded.

"Well either way, thank you so much." Ellen smiled, "You told me backstage that you would do anything and well... just come with me."

We walked over to a table covered with a black sheet, she pulled off the sheet to reaveal a plate with an evil looking orange pepper.

Ellen continued, "Over here we have a habanero pepper, they are one hundred times hotter than a jalapeno."

I nodded, getting scared, "That's nice. And?"

She laughed, "We would like you to eat it."

I gasped, "Oh no."

"Do you like spicy things?" Ellen asked, bringing out a glass of water and setting it beside the plate.

"Not typically, no." I shook my head, "Do I eat the whole thing or just a bite?"

"The whole thing would be better, but just a bite is fine." Ellen replied, "You don't have to do it."

"Yes, I do. You're Ellen Degeneres, you have power." The crowd laughed as I slowly took off the stem of the pepper. Then, I threw the whole thing in my mouth before I had a chance to think twice about it.

"Oh my gosh. Are you alright?"

I nodded, for a few bites I was. Until, the pepper exploded in my mouth and my head, it felt, burst into flames. My mouth being the fueler to the flame. I felt my eyes start to tear up as I grabbed for the water and swallowed the pepper.

"Okay, you're eyes are just now starting to tear up and go crazy. Wow, I'm so sorry I did this to you, are you okay?" Ellen asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I drank some water, "I'm slowly being engulfed in flames, but I'm okay." I drank another sip, "Do I have to do anything else?"

Ellen laughed and then shook her head, "No, this is enough. Clary Fray everyone! We have to take a break, when we come back the Jersey Shore boys will be in those seats." The crowd cheered as they went to commercial and I went further into the fire.

Ellen took me backstage and immediately everyone was giving me a glass of milk, bread, yogurt; anything that would calm down the fire a little- nothing worked, but I kept trying as the tears kept coming.

Jessica started to dab my eyes with a napkin, "Is anything working?"

I shook my head, "Not really."

"What else do you need?" Danny asked, another piece of bread in his hands.

"I'm so sorry about this, Clary." Ellen hugged me, "I didn't know that it would be this painful."

"It's not you're fault. I don't blame you." I told her.

"Ellen, you have to go get back on stage." Danny said.

"Alright," Ellen hugged me once more, "Thank you so much for being on the show. Thanks for the charity money, tell everyone else I said thank you. It was very nice meeting you, come again whenever you would like to."

"Thank you, Ellen." I replied, hugging her back for a minute before she almost had to run back out on stage. Danny gave me the piece of bread and I bite off some of it; for everything that they gave me, bread probably worked the most.

"How are you doing, girl?" Mike, from Jersey Shore, asked.

"How do you think she's doing, Mike? She just ate a habenero pepper." Vinny replied.

"Keep eating that bread, it will help." Pauly said, "I've eaten one of those before, right now it's probably a fire all throughout your body right?"

I nodded and Jessica asked, "How long does the pain last? She has three more interviews today."

"If you keep eating bread and drinking water, it should only last about an hour." Pauly replied and my shoulders shrank.

"An hour?" I asked, after swallowing my piece of bread. They all laughed.

"I'm sorry, that's how long it lasted for me." Pauly shrugged, "And even after that it's just a dull ache in your mouth."

"That's what she said." Ronnie announced and the boys laughed. "Listen, can we do anything to help?"

I shook my head to that, but preceeded to ask how life was on when you had it filmed all the time. They had all shrugged and said you got used to it.

"You should come by the shore sometime." Vinny said, "I bet the girls would like you."

I nodded, "Maybe. I've met Jenni a few times," at the Olympics, "and we are pretty good texting friends."

"Really? Dammit." Mike said, "We wanted to meet the new Olympian friend first." The other three agreed.

"Sorry," I replied after another piece of bread and drink of water, "At least I'm meet you all in person, I've only met her once in person."

Ronnie laughed triumphantly, "Well then that means we still win."

"Let's take a picture with Clary." Vinny said, "I want to have proof that we met an Olympic gold medalist."

I nodded, "And I want to have proof that I met the men of Jersey Shore."

"I'm sure you do." Mike replied, cockily.

I handed my water and bread to Jessica and Danny took a picture of us all smiling in a row. We took one on each of there phones and then on Jessica's camera.

"You guys are on in sixty seconds." Danny said, appearing for a second and then leaving again.

"Okay, well great meeting you guys. Thanks for the tips, Pauly." I said, hugging each of them. They embraced me back and Mike, Pauly, and Vinny got my number I and I got there's.

"Sam would kill me if I got another girls number." Ronnie explained. I laughed and shrugged it off.

"We start filming our last season in a week," Vinny told me, "Come by any time."

"Or at least have that time to become better friends with Jenni." Pauly laughed.

"Ten seconds boys!" Danny screamed.

"Alright, bye. It was nice meeting you all." I said to the four of them, they returned my goodbye and then ran on stage after Ellen announced them.

The fire came back and I grabbed the bread and water from Jessica. We drove the rental car out of the new area. I did my two interviews with the fitness magazines and then Jessica drove us over to the place where they shot Dave Letterman.

As I walked on the red carpet, doing some mini interviews with cameras someone called my name.

"Clary!" A very manly voice shouted and I looked around. In a sweater with a button up shirt underneath and jeans, walking towards me was Michael Phelps.

"Hey!" I said and hugged him. "I missed you."

He laughed, hugging me back, "I missed you too, Clary."

"Who are you doing an interview with?" I ignored the cameras flashing and cameras rolling.

"Jay Leno, he shoots over here." Michael replied. "What about you? What have you been up to?"

I shrugged, "Lots of interviews. I did an interview on Ellen this morning and she made me eat a habnero pepper."

Michael gasped, "Are you serious? How did that go?"

"Not very well, actually." I laughed, Michael and I walked away from the cameras to talk more in private.

"My mom and sisters are here, Clary, and I know they want to see you again." Michael led me to a back area where his family was sitting down, watching television. "Mom?"

The eldest brown haired lady looked around, "Oh! Clary!" She jumped up and ran to hug me. "Hi!"

"Hello." I replied, just as enthusiastically. We proceeded to have a great conversation about how we should all get together at some point; because Michael would be staying in L.A. for a few more days and then he was going back to New York. And of course, he was bringing his family along with him.

After our small chat, I went on Letterman. We talked about the usual stuff that I had been asked a million times before which made the interview kind of boring, but still we shared a few laughs and jokes. After a long night, Jessica and I finally boarded the flight and started home.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Drama coming up in next chapter!