I do not own anything Mortal Instruments
The day was clear and bright and sunny. It was the perfect day for the young shadowhunter Max Lightwood. Except for one thing….his brothers and sisters dragged him along on their group date!
He was lying down on the grass reading a book, trying to tune out his siblings and company. Jace and Clary were kissing and flirting. Magnus said something that made Alec blush crimson red. And Simon and Izzy were playing with her whip. Max clearly fed up with the noise politely asked his siblings to shut it.
"Aww come on, Max," Isabelle whined, "Don't be grouchy"
"I'm not grouchy. I just wanna read my book," He said defending himself.
"Yes you are," Jace said getting up from the grass were he lay with Clary," Maybe it's because you're still single."
He was about to deny when Clary interrupted. She said, "Yea Max. You're young, cute and smart. You should go out and get yourself a girlfriend or boyfriend." She added the last part, looking over to Magnus and Alec where they cuddled happily in each other's arms.
"Darling," Magnus said to Max, "If you want neither I have some young fey acquaintances that I could set you up with. Sometimes you can hardly tell the gender."
"Yeah but make sure that he or she or it is at least nice on the eyes I expect cute nephews from this kid," Isabelle said
Max groaned and tried unsuccessfully to read his book while his siblings were calling out candidates for him.
EllyPOV
I got off the taxie after I paid the douche-bag of a driver. I lifted my duffel bag to my shoulder and walked the streets of New York while I still had the time. It was chilly and I wrapped tighter around my chest. I wasn't used to wearing this much clothes. It was usuallt just a t-shirt and shorts back in sunny Los Angeles. How I longed for the bright skies and ghetto beaches back home. But at least NY had tall skyscrapers like the ones in Downtown so it wasn't that bad. I sighed walking into the nearest store as I took out the money the Clave paid me with. I'll find the Institute after hours of meaningless important shopping.
