A/N: So, this is the new long-term story of mine. The idea came to me yesterday.

Summary: Alec is an eighteen-year old. Average A-straight student. But he has a cancer. He accepted his fate and life. And everything was under control. Until his long time crush were designed for his tutor group. From that day, Alec's and Magnus's life begun to change.

All rights to the characters belongs to Cassandra Clare

Edited: Welcome to the re-written Maybe We Are A Fairytale. Some scenes are added, some will be removed or replaced by another.

Chapter I

"This is how it started"

My name is Alexander Gideon Lightwood, but I wish to be called Alec. I'm eighteen years old boy with black hair and blue eyes. A strange combination, yet I've been told that I look good with this. I'm an average boy, like many more in my school. I'm going to St. Raziel's High School. And, no, it's not a Catholic school. It's a normal high school, where I'm one of the seniors.

I'm the oldest one from all of my siblings. I have a sister, Isabelle. She's only two years younger than me. Though many people confuse us as twins. We look exactly alike, except for the eyes. Mine are blue and Izzy's are chocolate brown. My sister is one of the most beautiful girl around the school. At least that's what some boys are saying in the hallways. She's a cheerleader, a queen-bee of our school. I love her. She's not just my sister, she's also my best friend. We're telling everything to each other.

Beside Izzy I also have two brothers. Jonathan, well, Jace. This is the nickname my mother gave him, when he came to stay in us at the age of ten. Jace is adopted, but sometimes, despite his golden look, you could easily take him for a real Lightwood. He has blonde hair and golden eyes that makes the girls at our school giggle like crazy. Jace dates our biggest school artist, Clarisa Morgenstern, also known as Clary Fray. She hates using her father's name. She sticks with her mom's name. Jace is one of the handsomest guys in our school, all girls fall for him. Well, no wonder, he has the angelic look.

Finally, my youngest brother, Max. He's only nine and he's not in our school. He's a thinner copy of myself with big glasses.

I love all of them. They mean everything to me. We always stick together. Always and forever.

I'm a straight-A student. No slips, no fails, no troubles. At least, not for a long time now. I'm helping people in our school a lot. Whoever needs it, I'm here to provide it. Even, when I'm not fond of the said person.

My parents are the strict ones. But not towards me. I can actually do everything I want, of course, after informing them. It wasn't always like that. Before, I had restrictions as well, like every other teenager on this planet. But all of that changed in one day.

The day I found out that I have the LLA. lymphadenosis leucaemica acuta . A Leukemia. The sentence for my whole life, like they say.

The day I found out about my illness was a normal day at school. I've been working on the set of our school play. I was helping with scenography to be precise. I've been feeling a bit warm all day, but I didn't give a damn over it back then. We were running out of time. The play was to be in two days, and the set wasn't complete. We worked non-stop. And, indeed, I could have forgotten to eat then, as well as drink a lot. There was no surprise that suddenly I felt light-headed and the darkness consumed me.

When I woke up, I found myself in the hospital. Mom and dad were already here, talking to the doctor. Once they came inside, they announced that I have to stay here for a few days, so they could do some more tests. Immediately, I said no. I wanted to go home. I felt fine. But they made me stay. Mom with me.

Two days later the doctor had all results. He asked mom to his cabinet, to talk in private, but I demanded to know too. After all, it concerned me. I still remember those sad looks they were giving me, when the doctor said what ails me.

Leukemia. Cancer.

I couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true. This couldn't be happening to me. I was a healthy, normal boy. Yet, the results were clear.

Leukemia.

When it sunk into my mind, I was so mad. The rage consumed me. I broke a chair in the doctor's office. Once I was in my right mind again, I apologized for it.

It's been two years since that day. I had eight chemotherapies. I began to feel better. The doctor says that I'm in a remission. And that's really great. During that time, I met a bunch of wonderful people. Some of them, unfortunately, didn't make it, but we're remembering them very well. I have a therapy group, it's not some professional group or something. It's just a group of kids, young adults who were or are struggling with some illnesses as well. We're meeting every Saturday at the local church. Before you will wonder, I'm not a very Catholic guy. But the church is a pretty amazing place to meet.

I actually live in the shadow of my younger siblings. But that's ok. I like it that way. I hate to be in the spotlight. I've never done something so brave or dangerous like they're doing each day. Sure, once I've punched the local-school bully, Woolsey Scott, straight in his nose. I wouldn't have done it, if he wouldn't pick on me and my friend, Simon. He should have known better to push Simon, who lost his glasses, right to the hard floor. From that moment, everything went so fast. Woolsey punched me in a jaw, I stroked back. Soon, Mrs. Herondale, our principal, had to break us apart. My parents were called to school, of course. I got a Saturday detention, but so did Woolsey. That was it. Even my parents didn't ground me, like I expected them to do. They just lectured me that physical fights could end badly for me, especially now, when I seem to get weaker by my illness.

Yes, my parents aren't really strict towards me. I'm pretty sure that's because I have a cancer. Maybe that's the reason they accepted me and my orientation so easily.

I'm gay. I found out about it when I was fifteen and the most beautiful boy on the earth came to our school. His name is Magnus Bane. The boy I've been crushing on for three years now. Before Magnus, I had thoughts as to why I don't like girls like my brother and friends do. But the moment I laid my eyes on Magnus, when he walked into our classroom, my heart skipped a bit, my cheeks became warmer. I couldn't stop admiring him. I can't stop admiring him since then.

He doesn't know about my crush. I could never tell him, nor make it obvious to him. He doesn't even acknowledge me. We never speak, he never looks my way. I'm just a plain guy for him, like many others in the school. He's my secret crush. And I hoped it stays this way till the end of high school.

My life was fine so far. I accepted everything that was wrong with me. I learned to live with it. I thought that nothing will change it. Ever.

But boy, I was so wrong.

That day, on this particular Saturday morning, when I entered the hallways of the school, I immediately could feel that something is wrong. All signs were laid before my eyes, yet I couldn't understand them. As always I went to the room 209, where our study-sessions were taking place. There have been so many people here already. It was unusual.

"Hey Alec!" I heard Aline's high-voice. I waved back at her and went to her with a questioning look. Her girlfriend, Helen Blackthorn, was standing next to her, glaring at some poor junior, who was ogling Aline. She was a beautiful girl. My eyes stopped at Aline, who spoke again. "How are you?"

"I'm good, Aline. What's with the people here? Am I overseeing, or the crowd is slightly bigger today?" Aline nodded at my question with a grin. "Do we have someone new?"

"Yes," she responded lightly, squeezing Helen's hand, when she almost growled at some sophomore girl. "We have one more tutor and two students."

"Oh. Mrs. Branwell didn't say anything about them," Aline was still grinning weirdly. "From which class the tutor is?"

"A senior," Helen added to the conversation, as Aline looked over my shoulder. "He's actually from your class, Alec."

"He? Who's h…" I turned around to see whom she's been looking at. But dear Lord, never in my life I'd expect him to be standing so close to me.

Right in front of me, only a meter or so, stood the boy from my dreams. The most beautiful guy in the entire school. Magnus Bane is his whole glittery glory was winking at me and smiling oh so perfectly.

Then I heard his wonderful voice.

"They told me to check in with you."

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