Back again, with a short but important (plot-wise) update. Hope whoever reads this likes it because it's confession time! Enjoy :)

He wasn't making this about him. Not while his little brother lay unconscious in a bed just in front of them. Alec stared at his parents, who had since walked into the room to stand across from him, in front of the bed. They looked like they were mentally debating whether they should shout at their eldest son in front of their injured youngest one or not. They shared a look and Robert spoke quietly.

"Alexander. We're going home right now to discuss your behaviour lately. Izzy and Jace will stay with Max. Let's go. Now." And with that, they left the room. As he got up to follow, he thought about the fact that he would be doing this alone, that there was no one this time to have his back.

He felt ready.

Alec knew that a lot had changed in the past few months. He had gone on his first date, had his first kiss, had (kind of) come out to his parents, had completely strayed from his set path and applied to colleges of his choice. And he felt happy. It was like his whole life he had been stumbling blindly down a path that was crumbling beneath him, but now he could see a clear passage through the dark. And he owed it all to those who loved him unconditionally. Izzy. Jace. Max. Magnus.

Alec didn't feel tired, or miserable, or ashamed anymore. He could do this. He didn't care what his parents thought anymore. It was time to abandon his closet of secrets and let them all out.

The car ride was silent and tense, Alec could almost feel his parent's anger like a thick fog in the air. When they finally got home, more silence followed into the house. They led the way to the house's study, two walls of books and a desk on the farthest wall. Robert took a seat in the chair behind the desk while Maryse looked out the window, arms crossed. Alec took a seat in front of his father.

Robert was scowling silently, Alec sat there for a few awkward moment fidgeting, then Maryse turned towards her son and spoke up.

"What has gotten into you, Alexander?" he blinked at her sad face and voiced his thoughts confusedly.

"What do you mean?"

His father scoffed. "You know exactly what we mean. We should have had this discussion much earlier, after the incident with that boy-"

Alec reminded himself to have patience and not lose his head with his narrow-minded parents. He could defend himself calmly and collectedly. He needed to make them understand.

"-so here we go. I don't know what this whole rebellious teenager thing is, and what has caused you to be like this, but I want it to stop. We want it to stop. We don't want to lose you like we almost lost Max! We raised you to be-"

"You raised me to be your identical copy. To graduate high school and get the same scholarship at the same college. To be successful and find a wife and have kids that look like Lightwoods that'll make you proud grandparents, and that'll one day achieve all the same. But I don't want that.

"Alexander-"

"No, Dad. You aren't losing me; you're seeing me." He took a deep breath to calm himself down before continuing. "You guys have barely been around, for anything, and I know you're trying to provide for us and you love your jobs, but all you know about us is what you care to know about. Whether we get good grades or are excelling in everything we do. And it's tiring. I don't want to watch Izzy and Jace and Max miss out on opportunities like I have while trying to please you. And I'm done doing it myself."

He looked between the two adults in front of him, analyzing their expressions. His father looked outraged, ready to break a nose or run a marathon, and his mother still held a sad expression, eyes on her feet. Robert was the first to do anything.

"Alec-we-I can't believe-! You're-" He stammered angrily, getting up from his chair to pace the room. Alec had never seen him so flustered. After more incoherent babbling he looked at his wife for a second, then storming out of the room. Alec took a deep, uneasy breath as he turned to his mother.

Her eyes turned up to him slowly and held his gaze, processing her own thoughts in her head before speaking. "Alec, I…We'll try harder from now on." She said. He felt his eyes widen and mouth slightly agape as he kept staring at her, expecting her to say something else that would make her sound more like his father. She continued.

"I don't understand this," she gestured at him. "Not at all. But I think I'd like to give you and the others a chance to explain what you individually want, to help me understand more about you, and I'll try to listen...like a mother ought to…"

Alec didn't know what to say, was torn between wanting to question her to the ground and hugging her like he never had. In the end, they just stared at each other, Maryse shifting on her feet until she felt she should leave.

"I'll talk to your father." She said, closing the office door behind her. Once she had left, Alec felt a smile spread over his face. He hadn't been kicked out, hadn't been disowned…by his mother, at least. She was giving him the chance he always wanted from them, the chance to show them he wasn't so different. And hey, maybe his father would come around one day, once he saw how accepting the rest of the family was being. It was a slim chance, and his future was more confusing now more than ever, but he felt like he had won something. He had. The potential understanding from half of his parents.

Maybe he could revel in the good news before he went back to the hospital.

He got up from the chair and took out his phone, going to his contact list and scrolling through. After stepping out of his house he saw that both his parents had left after their talk, the car's usual parking space empty outside. They had probably gone to see Max.

He should be there too, but he looked back on the week gone by; the grey, weighing sadness that had been felt since the accident, and longed to see whatever light was left for him to enjoy. He hailed a cab while his phone dialed. It was picked up on the second ring, a yellow New York taxi stopping in front of him simultaneously.

"Magnus. Can I come over?"

This was way shorter than I thought it would be...but I think I got the importance across. I'm open to constructive criticism if you thought it could have been better. I hope you liked it, though...See you next week!