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First Race
"There's my best friend!" Lolo yelled as we both ran up to each other, hugged.
"I missed you!" I told her as I embraced her tightly, and I did.
This was the first time we had ever gone a full three weeks without seeing each other. After all, we had gone to the same training center, the same track meets, even the same gym for the last seven years.
Lolo kissed my hair, "I know. I missed you, too."
"So what's been going on?" I asked her, our hands linked as we walked down the hallway of the airport.
Every American Olympic athlete had been invited to the White House, which was going to be a great reunion and also a great few days. Lolo and I wouldn't be apart for awhile, because after that we had an interview with Ellen with Allyson Felix.
After we boarded the plane, hugging a few athletes that were on our same flight, Lolo answered me, "Listen, I have to tell you something."
"What?" I asked, instantly getting worried.
"It's nothing bad." She saw my expression, she looked happy, "Do you remember Brad Walker?"
"Yes, I remember him." I nodded, Brad was gold medalist in pole vault. He was also very kind, a good friend, to us. So much so, that he cooked everyone breakfast on my birthday.
"We started dating." Lolo said, smiling brightly.
"Really?" I asked and hugged her.
"Yes!" Lolo embraced me back, "I'm glad you approve because you'll be the maid of honor at our wedding."
I laughed, "Thank you."
After that, we kept talking about everything we missed while we were away from each other as the plane flew through the sky. Then, after a forty-five minute flight, we were in Washington D.C.. The reunion between all of my Olympic friends and I was everything I hoped for, there were some tears and lots of hugs between the women and men alike. I even met a few more people who I thought that I would become good friends with.
Hugging and meeting the President of the United States, was a blur. I blacked out as I embraced and talked with the Obama family. When they told me they were big fans of mine, I all but fainted into Lolo's arms. We had lunch in the White House and a tour which took a few hours.
After, we had some time to chat amongst ourselves and take pictures.
"Clary!" A few manly voice called. "Lolo!" The two of us turned around to see Michael Phelps, Ryan Lochte, and Tyler Clary running towards us.
"Hey!" I laughed as Ryan gave me a huge bear hug. Michael and Tyler joined in and suddenly I was only looking at muscles and chests, until they left me to hug Lolo.
"Hi, how are you?" Ryan asked, smiling.
"Great." Lolo smiled.
"Can't complain." I shrugged.
"Clary, Brad is over there. I'm going to talk to him." Lolo pointed over to Brad, "Are you okay over here?" She asked, watching the three swimmers around me.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I smiled at her, motioning for her to go talk to her boyfriend.
Lolo eyed the men, "Watch her."
"We'll keep her safe." Tyler promised.
"Or at least not let her get lost." Michael shrugged, smiling down at me.
I rolled my eyes, "I can't be that bad." Lolo grinned at me before turning around and walking over to her boyfriend.
Ryan turned to me, "What's been going on, Clary?"
"Nothing." I shrugged again, "I gave Ellen that check from all of us. She loved it."
"Really?" Tyler asked, "Great. That's awesome."
"Oh, Clary." Ryan smiled at me, "I heard we are presenting together at the Mtv Movie Awards."
"I heard that, too." I smiled back before frowning, "And I heard that I had to wear eight inch heels to even be in the same frame as you."
Tyler shook his head, "Sucks to suck."
"Sucks to be short, would be more appropriate." I said as they laughed. "How long are you guys in Washtington D.C.?"
"I'm here until tomorrow." Michael said, "Apparently I have a huge press conference in Baltimore the day after tomorrow."
"Same for me." Tyler replied, "I'm leaving tomorrow at noon."
"I leave the day after tomorrow." Ryan said, "When do you leave?"
"Tomorrow." I shrugged sadly.
Ryan looked hurt, "Why?"
"Because I would like to at least try and get an education." I told him, having not been to school in a week. The day was Wednesday, and right now I would be in Chemistry. On the other hand, maybe I was glad to be missing.
"How much school have you missed?" Michael frowned at me.
"Three days last week and going on two days this week."
"That's not that bad." Tyler said encouragingly, "You'll catch up."
I thanked him and before long we all had to leave to go back to the hotel, then, bright and early the next day, Jessica and I woke up and ran to the airport and flew home.
When I walked through doorstep of my dorm room, my mouth dropped. Firstly, because there was a huge stack of letters, cards, and boxes on my bed. Secondly, because I wanted to know who they were from and third, because Isabelle had painted the walls bright, neon green! Let's just say, she was lucky to not be in the room at this moment. I dropped all my bags beside my bed and investigated the pile on top of it.
And my mouth dropped again; they were letters, gifts, and drawings from fans from all over the world. I picked through them, seeing countless 'I love you' 'Happy birthday' and 'Congratulations' all over the cards.
I stood there shocked until I realized I was going to be late for my first period. I quickly changed out of my plane clothes and into normal jeans and a blouse before running to my class.
Which went by slowly, as always.
But, I did have a chance to talk to Jace in second period. As soon as I saw him in the doorway, I ran to him and gave him a hug.
"Jace! I missed you!" I said, burying my head in his defined chest.
"Clary," He whispered into my hair, "I missed you, too. How was the White House?"
"Oh, it was fantastic." I said, pulling away to look at his face. It was beautiful, like always.
"I'd love to hear all about it." Jace brought his hand up to my neck, to hold my face in place. "Later." And his lips touched mine.
"Get a room!" Alec yelled, Jace and I broke apart.
Jace grinned at his brother, "Jealously is the worst characteristic trait, brother."
With that, Alec turned tomato red and moved to look at his notes. Jace looked back at me.
"Am I still going to the Movie Awards with you?" Jace asked.
I nodded, "If you still want to go."
"Of course I would." Jace rolled his eyes. At that moment, our teacher walked into the room saying something about getting to our seats.
"I'll talk to you later." I whispered, hugging him quickly. "I love you."
Jace kissed me smoothly, "I love you, too." And with that he went to his seat and I walked up to the teacher, to talk to her about missing three days.
After receiving my mountain of make-up work, homework, and notes I was like a hermit staying only in my room, not knowing if it was light or day. Luckily, I got it all before the weekend so I could work on it then.
The next weekend, Jace and I flew to Los Angeles after a serious talk with my mother and Luke. They were worried about sex, but they knew I would never and even though Jace was an eighteen-year-old boy, he wouldn't either. Or at least, not if I told him no.
Several make-up artists came in to make me look beautiful for the Movie Awards. In the end, I had on a black sequined racerback dress that only came to about mid thigh but it was beautiful. And I loved the sparkles on it, so I didn't complain. Also, it helped Jace looked beyond gorgeous in a tux so people would probably be only looking at him anyway.
However, when they put the black heels on me and with them being at least six inches I started to complain. They just had to get a close up of Ryan Lochte and I when we were presenting.
Jace and I walked the red carpet hand-in-hand (mostly because I couldn't walk in the heels and he had to hold me from falling), took pictures, and I did interviews. Until, we were seated and the show started. We had almost just sat down when I had to leave to go present on stage, Ryan and I found each other back stage.
"Hey!" Ryan ran up to me.
"Hello," I said when he hugged me. He let go of me and I staggered before grabbing his forearm.
Ryan seemed okay with it, "You look beautiful."
"Thank you, you look pretty great yourself." And he did, in his navy-blue tux and black tie. "Listen, when we get out there I might trip-"
"What do you want me to do?" Ryan looked protective, "Hold your hand? Escort you like we are at an eighth-grade dance, what?"
I thought about that, "I'm thinking the eighth-grade dance." I nodded, as a stage manager told us we were about to go on. We got in our positions and Ryan linked his arm with me. "Thank you." I whispered before the doors opened.
"Please welcome Olympic gold medalists Ryan Lochte and Clary Fray!" The MC announced followed by a wave of applause. We walked out, up to the microphone and looked forward towards our lines on the television.
Nervousness wasn't even the right word. I was way past nervous, because I had never been good at standing and speaking in front of people. Well, unless I was running at full speed to jump over wood-like contraptions.
Unlinking my arm from Ryan's I started, "We are here to present the award for best male lead in a television series. All of these men are talented actors so the competition was fierce."
"Almost as fierce as the Olympics." Ryan said the cheesy joke, which resulted in some genuine laughs and others that were just being nice.
I nodded at him, "Almost." I smiled back at the camera, "Here are the nominees for best male lead in a television series."
As the screen told everyone in the place and at home who the nominees were, Ryan and I did a quiet high-five. A man behind the camera pointed at us, which said we were back on.
"And the winner is..." Ryan started, and I opened the envelope.
"Jamie Campbell Bower, Camelot." I said as the crowd erupted in cheer. A beautiful man with unkept long blonde hair and blue eyes, hugged his family and then walked up the stairs to the stage.
Ryan handed him the award, shaking his hand, and Jamie hugged me.
"You look stunning, sweetheart." He whispered in my ear, in a beautiful british accent. I thanked him quietly, let him go, and Ryan grabbed my hand to help me walk over to him so Jamie could have the microphone.
"Wow," Jamie started, "It's so great to be handed an award by the legend Clary Fray, and uh, some other guy as well." He said as the crowd laughed, Jamie turned to Ryan, "I'm just kidding, man, I know who you are." Then he started a sweet, sentimental speech about how he was grateful.
After his speech, we escorted Jamie off stage and the next award started. Soon, I was seated next to Jace again and we watched the rest of the awards, I introduced Jace to some of my Olympic friends and we also met a few celebrities at the after party.
I think Jace and I could both agree that as soon as we got back to our hotel room, we passed out on the bed.
The End
A/N: Thanks for reading! Epilouge to come!