ok, so this is a new fandom for me, but not my first fan fiction. i hope you'll enjoy it! with every chapter there will be music recommendation in the title, but not always will it have anything to do with the chapter itself. so feel free to ignore it.

WARNING: contains Malec [if you don't know what this is, what the hell are you doing here?], some crude language, scences of erotic nature [in the upcoming chapters]

EDIT: chapters 1-4 have been revised and some minor changes introduced

Chapter 1: Changes by David Bowie

It's a pretty small town. The one where everyone knows their neighbor by name and know what they were up to last weekend. I used to enjoy it. That is until I turned fourteen.

Ever since then it's been hell that I wanted out of. OK, maybe hell is a bit too strong word, but I desperately needed an exit to the bigger world, where no one judges you because you do something your own way. What opened my eyes was this guy, a football player, senior. He came out in the middle of the school year. And committed suicide two weeks before graduation.

My name is Alec Lightwood. I'm gay. But no one knows. As well as the fact that I'm in love with my adopted brother. How screwed up is that, huh?

But I was fine with my secret and that Jace would never be mine. At least I thought so until my eleventh grade.

The unbearably hot summer was finally at its end. Well, not everyone was happy about it. Possibly most of our school. But I liked school. I liked learning. I'd rather sit in the library and read about exotic jungles than actually be there. Maybe except for the city jungle. I'd love to get lost there…

"Alec, baby, hurry up or you'll be late!"

"Yes, mom."

I don't know why she needs to remind me this. It's barely five minute walk o school so I had at least fifteen more minutes. Unless…

"Alec, get the hell out! I need to do my make-up!"

Unless Izzy starts banging on the door. I sighed and walked out of the bathroom, then to the kitchen. There was a pile of toasts waiting to be consumed by us, the three ever starving teenagers. Jace had already helped himself, I could see his blond head in the living room in front of TV.

"Anything interesting on?" I asked, sitting next to the object of my silent admiration.

"Just the rerun of the yesterday's game."

We sat in silence for maybe ten minutes. When Izzy finally came down, I grabbed my bag and another piece of toast and we were on our way.

Not a lot of surprises on the way to school. The same people, the same cars passing us by, the same buildings. Except for the house right next to ours. It used to belong to Mrs. Blackchurch, a widow who passed away few months ago. It was empty ever since. But this morning there was a truck parked in front of it. Someone was moving in.

The beginning of the school year was nothing unusual. Boring assembly, even more boring classes, where teachers introduced themselves, even though we knew them for the past several years. The only excitement was that Jace, Izzy and I weren't the only one who noticed people moving into our neighborhood.

"Who do you think it may be?" asked Clary during lunch. As hard as it is to say, she's Jace's girlfriend.

"Maybe a family of spies?" said Simon, Clary's best friend. "We could use a little bit of mystery in this town…"

"You watch way too many movies," laughed Jace.

"We can always go there and find out," I suggested.

"And look like a bunch of teenagers who stick their noses into everything? Thanks, Scooby, I think I'll leave that to Robert and Maryse."

Without waiting for the others' answer, Jace stood up, which meant he deemed the discussion done and over with. So what else was there to do than to follow?

As we walked home an unfamiliar car drove past us. Jace and I looked at each other, then sprinted after it, just to see it stop in front of the Mrs. Blackchurch's house. First the driver got out, a tall, broad shouldered man with dark hair. He wore a gray suit, certainly uncomfortable in this weather. He opened the passenger door for a woman, rather pretty, even though I'm not the best judge. She wore a modest dress with a floral design on it. But it was who got out from the back of the car that really got my attention.

It was a teenager. Guy. I think, because except for the flat chest, he didn't look anything like it. His hair was short all right, but it was spiked and the tips were splashed with mixture of electric blue and flamingo pink. He wore a black velvet vest with deep cleavage - I don't admit to it, but yes, I can tell velvet from the other side of the street. The skin of his shoulders was exposed, sparkling silver and gold. A pair of hot pink pants accented his slim legs. And he wore high heels. A pair of fucking neon blue high heels! As if his legs weren't long enough…

"Alec? Alec! Are you OK?"

"Huh? Yeah, Jace, what's going on?"

"Nothing, you just stared into space for almost five minutes. I'm starting to think you have hots for that cat."

True to his words, there was a fat cat laying on the roof of the newcomers' car, trying to lick the fur on its back. With little success, may I add.

"Shut up, Jace," I blushed. Why does Jace always makes me feel so silly?

"So? What do you think of our new neighbors?"

"Seem all right."

"Yeah right. The suit, the housewife and the freak of nature. He'll be eaten alive in school!"

As much as I hated to admit it, Jace was right. There was no way this guy could come to school looking like he did and survive more than five minutes. Unless he had black ops training. Which I highly doubt.