So I don't really know where this is going... I'm kinda making it up as I go along. Any advice or suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own The Mortal Instruments. It belongs to the brilliant mind of Cassandra Clare. If I did own it there would be a lot more Malec and Clace...

"Simon, leave me alone." I groaned into my pillow. Suddenly, my covers were pulled off me exposing me to the brisk morning air. I instinctively curled myself into a ball in an attempt to keep myself warm all the while knowing that it wouldn't do a thing.

"It's time to wake up Clary!" Simon said impatiently.

"I am awake!" I argued sleepily.

"Fine then. It's time to get up Clary!" Simon yelled and when I didn't respond, he proceeded to walk over to my window and yank the curtains open.

I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter to block out the light now streaming into my bedroom but failing miserably. Instead I shoved my face into my pillow. It was difficult to breathe like that but it fixed the light problem.

I heard Simon sigh in annoyance and make his way over to the foot of my bed. What was he doing?

Before I could ask him, his wrist clasped around my ankle and he yanked me off of the bed. I landed with a loud and heavy thud onto my hard wooden floor.

"What the hell Simon?" I yelled as I angrily got to my feet, wincing in pain. Boy was I going to be bruised tomorrow...

"Get dressed. We're leaving in ten minutes." he said as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

I walked, well more like limped over to my closet and pull out the first thing I could find. I quickly got changed all the while muttering all sorts of profanities under my breath. Simon can be such an ass sometimes.

I raced down the stairs and saw Simon waiting at the bottom for me.

"Morning sleepy head." he said smiling at me innocently. The nerve of him...

"It's Saturday Simon. You need to let me have my sleep in." I said resisting the urge to smack him in the head.

"It's 10:45 Clary!" he pointed out.

"So? It's not a sleep in if someone wakes you up. You have to wake up by yourself." I said grabbing my bag and heading out the door. "It's also not a sleep in if you wake up before midday."

At that Simon just rolled his eyes and this time I actually did hit him on the back of his head.

Two hours later the band started to pack up their gear. I quickly pulled out my ear phones so that Simon wouldn't know that I wasn't actually listening to their crappy band practice.

I know that makes me sound like a bad friend but they really did suck. Even Simon admitted it. I didn't even know why he stuck with it.

"Sooo how were we?" asked Simon as he sidled over to me.

"Amazing. Absolutely amazing."

"You weren't even listening were you?" he asked already knowing the answer.

"No, I was not." I answered. He simply laughed and shook his head. That's just the kind of friendship me and Simon had. He yanks me out of bed when I'm asleep and I diss his lame band. It's our way of showing affection.

"Wanna go get a bite to eat?" he asked as we made our way out of Eric's garage and down the street. Eric was the self appointed 'leader' of the band.

"Yeah, sure." I said as we started making our way to the little cafe across the street. This was a typical Saturday for us. Go to Simon's band practice then go get a bite to eat and then go see a movie or something. It depends on what we're in the mood for.

Simon is my best friend if you haven't guessed already. And he's kind of my only friend as well. I mean I sometimes talk to Maia and Jordan and I sit with them at lunch when Simon's off sick but I don't know if we can be classified as 'friends'.

Why is Simon my only friend you ask? It's not that I'm unlikeable if that's what you're thinking. I just can't be bothered making other friends. I only have time for three people in my life right now. My mum (Jocelyn), my mum's fiancee (Luke) and Simon. They are the only three people that I completely trust and I'd like to keep it that way.

I did have a dad but I haven't seen or heard from him in six years. He and my mum got a divorce when she found out he was cheating on her. Good riddance in my opinion. He wasn't much of a father to me anyway.

When we arrived at the cafe we took our usual seats at the booth in the far corner. "Hi, what can I get you?" said the waitress and she approached our booth. She pulled a notepad out of her pocket while taking the pen out from behind her ear. A cliche waitress action if you ask me.

"I'll have the double cheeseburger with fries and a frozen coke please." I said without even glancing at the menu. I already had that thing memorised off by heart.

She quickly wrote that down while nodding her head. "And for you?" She asked looking expectantly at Simon. Simon however didn't answer her. He was to busy gawking at the person that had just walked in. Her name was Isabelle Lightwood. One of the most popular girls at school. No matter how much Simon denied it, he had a huge crush on her. Too bad she doesn't even know he exists.

"He'll have the same." I told the waitress. I already knew that was what he was going to order anyway. When the waitress was out of sight I aimed a good kick under the table hitting my desired target which was Simon's shin.

"Ouch! What the hell Fray?" he hissed at me.

"Just go talk to her." I said to him whilst rolling my eyes.

Simon pretended to play dumb. "I have know idea what you're talking about." I could swear that I saw a pink tinge stain his cheeks.

"Isabelle. You obviously like her. Just go ask her out already!"

I was expecting him to deny it which is why I was suprised at his answer. "I can't. She's just going to turn me down." he mumbled as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"You can't know that for sure!" I argued all though I knew he was probably right.

Simon sighed and looked me straight in the eyes. "Clary, look at me. I wear glasses, I get straight A's, I'm nowhere close to having a six pack and I spend my free time reading comic books. Why on earth would she want to go out with me?" he asked.

"First of all, wearing glasses is hot nowadays, there's nothing wrong with getting straight A's, if your that desperate to get a six pack then start lifting weights and reading comic books is awesome!" I said in one breath.

Simon laughed and shook his head. "I appreciate what you're trying to do but it's never going to happen." he said sadly. He then added as an afterthought, "And only nerds think reading reading comic books is awesome."

I faked a look of hurt at his last comment but couldn't manage to keep a straight face. I already knew I was a total nerd. I take it as a compliment.

I looked over my shoulder to see Isabelle walking over to a booth close to the one where we were currently sitting in. She was followed by her brother Alec and someone else that I didn't recognise.

He had blonde almost golden hair and his eyes were an identical shade of gold. He was a at least 5'11 and was slim but muscular at the same time. When he noticed that I was staring at him, his narrow mouth quirked up into a smirk and he winked at me. I simply rolled my eyes and turned back around in my seat to face Simon only to find that he was once again staring fixatedly at Isabelle.

Soooo... Whatcha think? Loved it? Hated it? Is it worth continuing? I'd love to hear your opinions. :D