Yay! My first fic! Lemme know what you think!
Summary: Clary and Sebastian/Jonathan were raised together by their father and mother until Jocelyn suddenly leaves, taking young Clary with her.
Chapter One
Clary sat on the front steps of the brownstone that she lived in with her mom, texting Simon. He was on his way, dealing with the struggles of the subway. Jocelyn was inside working on a painting, as always. She was great as far as mom's went, always pretty chill, even though she was kind of paraniod. Brooklyn was the ninth place they'd lived since Clary was twelve, and she was now almost sixteen. Her mom always said the moving was for the art market, but before and after a move she was always super nervous always strict, which disipated after a week or so.
Because of the frequent moves, Clary had been doing online school, which was how she'd met Simon. They'd been Internet friends since they were twelve, and had met in person only once before when Simons family (it was just him, his mom, and his sister) had visited Disneyland and Clary and her mom had been living in LA. They'd been thirteen then, and had spent the whole time talking about books and games.
And now, three years later, they were about to meet again.
Jocelyn had a 'sort of not really' date with this guy Luke that she'd know from 'oh honey it was before you were born', so Clary and Simon were going to hit up Midtown Comics, the Record Store, and then Java Jones. Apparently they were having a poetry reading there, and one of the guys from his band was reciting. Clary liked poetry and had a piece of her own in her notebook incase she got the chance to read.
Simon: be there in 10 :)
Clary set her phone on the step beside her and stretched her back. Her shoulders were aching from being bent over her desk all morning and the night before working on her graphic novel, so it felt good when her bones popped under her muscle.
As she waited, she wondered if this was meant to be a date.
Her hands were stained with black ink that wouldn't come off in her shower, and her back converse were painted with white daisy's. The jeans she'd picked out were skinnys that emphasized how skinny she was, and though her white t-shirt did about the same, it was tight and v-cut enough to proudly proclaim she wasn't 14 and did in fact have some breast to offer. Her hair, bright and orange-red, was for once not fizzy, and actually fell straight. She'd gotten bangs right before moving, and still wasn't sure how she liked them, though they were cute and brought attention to the green of her eyes.
She was cute, but was she dateable? Her history of moving hadn't let her find out, and online school really hadn't helped.
"Clary?" an almost - low voice said.
She'd been staring at her shoes and hadn't noticed the boy walking through the gate until he spoke. He was tall-much taller than her-and had somewhat decent muscle, and dark slightly curling hair.
"Simon?" she stood up and grinned at him. "oh my god! You look so different!"
He didn't really. He was still Simon, just taller and hotter, less nerdy kid looking.
They hugged and headed off, Clary nearly forgetting her phone as they did.
Instead of dealing with the subway, they hailed a taxi, taking the whole way to the comic store.
As they drove into the city, Clary noticed a huge, castle - like building up a busy street, three black clad figures walking up to it. The air around them seemed to shimmer as they walked up to it, which Clary dismissed as the heat. In the glimpse she had of it before the light turned and the cab shot forward, she could have sworn she saw a fourth person in black, hair almost white, watching them. But then the cab was moving and she turned her attention back to Simon.
That hair...why did it seem so familiar?