So, I was really happy with the way the votes turned out!

Story 1: II votes

Story 2: V votes

Story 3: V votes

Story 4: XII votes

Story 5: V votes

So the obvious winner is number four, which I was really rooting for! It was by far my favorite one, and the others (besides story number one and two, which are just plain depressing) I couldn't really come up with ideas for. I'm really glad you guys chose this one, because it relates to the story and has a solid plot line! And as JurukaAngel said, who doesn't like Clace babies?

Thank you guys so much for voting, and sorry to those who couldn't get the sequel they wanted L

Epilogue

Go check out the author's note at the bottom!

Two Years Later

"Clarissa Adele Morgenstern!" the principal, Luke Garroway called out.

Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall, dear God, Clary, if you fall, it will be the most embarrassing moment of your sad, miserable life.

Her steps couldn't move fast enough, and the fact that hundreds of people could watch her fall on her face wasn't appeasing her nerves either. The courteous clapping from the audience was enough to make Clary jumpy.

"Let's go little sissy! Check out the author's note at the bottom!" Jonathan bellowed, making people laugh in the audience.

After a small stumble, earning her mind to let out a sarcastic smooth, she reached Principal Garroway. He shook her hand with a small couple, and in the other handed her diploma. "Congratulations, Clary. Go check out that author's note at the bottom, will you?"

A large, goofy smile fell upon her face as she shook the vice principal's hand and sauntered down the stairs. She lined up behind Alyssa Montgomery and they began their way down to their chairs.

She had finally graduated.

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"Oh congratulations my two little Valedictorians!" Jocelyn said, hugging both Jace and Clary. After a year of the two dating, both Jocelyn and Valentine had taken Jace as if he was their own son. Clary had no complaint about this, because unlike Isabelle, Clary's parents approved of her boyfriend.

Isabelle and Jace had made up two weeks after State. Jace constantly texted her little silly texts like, "Sometimes a person just needs to be a banana," or, "You know what? I am your muffin. You're little English muffin," or, "Yo, Little I, when you gonna text back? I's be missing you!" So finally, they met in the park where Jace explained himself, all the while referring to himself as an English muffin and Sebastian as the cannibalistic blueberry muffin. Clary had commented, "You tell parables just like Jesus. Though, instead of farmers and sons, you use muffins."

"Thanks," Jace said, interrupting Clary's train of thought. "I am kind of surprised I passed Bozeman's class with an A though."

After three years of Jace being back in America, he had sadly lost his accent, though if Clary really pleaded with him, he would whip it out suddenly.

"Yeah," Clary said with a sigh. "Well, I guess we're not quite done yet, are we? Still have four years of college."

"Oh, be optimistic," Jocelyn said. "You left quite a mark at the Junior Olympics. I'm sure you'll get the calling for the actual soon enough."

Two months ago, after being State Champion for three years in a row for Cross Country, Clary had the honor to participate in the Junior Olympics. She was the top girl there as well, something that still seemed unbelievable. Jace had also gone, for the same reason as Clary – three years of Championships - and had gotten a proud second.

Jace elbowed Clary. "That's for sure, you'll get one soon enough."

"So will you, Herondale," Clary replied, grinning at him.

He slung an arm around her shoulders. "Then we'll go together. Of course, after we read the author's note at the bottom."

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Six months later

Clary's fingers hurriedly typed in the well-known number, tears in her eyes. She was fanning her face excitedly.

"Hey," he breathed down the phone. "I was just about to call you."

"So you got one?" she squealed.

"You bet, baby," he replied.

"I'll be at your house," she giggled.

She hung up, not even giving him time to reply. She swung out of the room, racing down stairs.

"Already?" Jonathan called.

Clary stopped, giving her brother a small glare. He sat, watching the morning cartoons, a pile of chip bags surrounding him. "Of course!"

"Oh, yeah," he replied, "Because you two are all in love."

Clary sighed, scratching her head. "You know, you could at least act happy for me."

Jonathan let a small smile grace his lips, and he stood up. Cheetos packets fell to the ground as he did so, but he ignored them. He walked slowly to her before embracing her in his arms. "Of course, I'm happy for you, little sis."

He kissed her forehead. "Now go celebrate. You deserve it."

He let her go and she smiled at him. "Let's stop being so emotional," Jon said, scratching his head, "I may just grow a vagina."

Clary laughed, shoving her brother away, and rolling her eyes. He scoffed, going back to the couch. As he slammed his body down on it, soda cans crinkled.

Clary wrinkled her nose at her brother's bad diet, but said nothing as she hurried across the street.

The Herondales' door swung open before she placed her hand on the knob. She was picked up in familiar arms and swung around; reminding her of the first time she won State. He set her down.

"We made it, Clary," he whispered, lacing his fingers through hers, and resting his forehead against hers. "God, we made it." His minty breath fanned across her face, and she sighed happily.

"Yeah," she replied. "We made it." She pulled his face down to hers, their lips barely brushing.

He smiled. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she whispered. Their lips connected, neither of them knowing who made the move, but neither of them really caring.

He released her lips. "I hate to ruin the moment," he whispered, "But I really have to go check out the author's note at the bottom."

Clary nodded. "Me too."

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Isabelle stared in awe at everyone at the dinner table. This was the first family dinner they'd had since Alec's announcement. Even Magnus had been invited.

As if Isabelle's thought was the cue, the doorbell rang. Alec smiled at everyone. "That must Magnus. He just got back from his fashion show in Paris."

Maryse raised her eyebrows in surprise, looking at Robert. He cracked an awkward smile and shrugged. Magnus and Alec entered, holding hands. Max let out a low wolf whistle. He was now thirteen, an immature age, Isabelle thought.

Magnus walked to Maryse, kissing her hand, and murmuring something unheard by anyone else. Isabelle's mother blushed, and giggled shyly. Robert's mouth dropped.

Magnus held out a hand to Robert, who shook it unsurely. "I am Magnus the Magnificent, but you can just call me Magnus."

Isabelle shook her head as Magnus sat down next to Max. "'Sup, kid," Magnus said. By this time, Alec's face was a bright red, and he took a chair next to his father awkwardly.

"Well," Robert said, recovering from his shock. "It's very nice to meet you Magnus. Let's dig in shall we?"

"Before we do," Magnus said. "Let's go check out that author's note at the bottom!"

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"Hi guys!" Clary said cheerfully, sitting down on a desk in Coach Patterson's room. Jace took a seat next to her, lacing his fingers through hers.

"Hi guys," he repeated. "I'm Jace Herondale, and this is my girlfriend, Clary Morgenstern. You probably recognize us from the many pictures around." Her gestured around the room, pointing out pictures of both Jace and Clary on the first place podium.

"Well," Clary said. "We have some freaking awesome news." The newcomers throughout the room chuckled shyly.

"We're going to the Olympics!" they both said together. "And we're going to tell you the secret as to how. After you read that author's note at the bottom."

The Official End

Now, seriously go read that author's note at the bottom!

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Aw, guys, I'm so sad!

This has been my newest story, and actually my first complete, besides one-shots. I don't think I'll ever be as happy with a story as I am now, even with the sequel.

Wait, those of you who haven't read my other author's note, didn't know that there was going to be a sequel? HA, LOSERS!

Yes, my newest story is going to be the sequel to this, and is going to be called Olympian Lovers. The summary is: In the year 2018, married couple Clary and Jace Herondale arrive in Tokyo, Japan to race for the U.S Olympic teams in long distance. Together, the two may just win and become the ideal couple. However, will a baby get in the way of their dreams? Sequel to Lovers are Winners.

Pretty, pretty please check it out whenever I post the first chapter! It will be soon, because I had nothing else to do in a six-hour car ride!

I hope all of you check it out.

A big thanks to all of my readers who have been with me the entire time, and the ones who just started yesterday, or maybe even today! I thank you for helping me write, and helping me get through all the bumps in my short, miserable life. I don't think I would've finished this if it weren't for each and every one of you. Thank you, for those who criticized, thanks to those who supported me. Thank you to those who reviewed every chapter, and those who reviewed once, or, hell, didn't review at all! Thank you for reassuring me in your little ways, even if was just pressing that little follow button at the bottom or sending the little Update Soon! reviews. Thank you for pointing out the flaws in my story. I love each and every one of you, and some of your reviews actually made me go do the dishes because it replayed through my head joyfully. That's a big deal.

So, thanks.

Thank you for the little things.

I love you all!

Go check out the sequel, Olympian Lovers as soon as it's up! I'll be posting an author's note to inform everyone!

~B.D