Author's Note: Characters from Cassandra Clare's imagination. It's kind of weird. My first go, enjoy :D.

Simon looked around, no one was there, Perfect, he thought. After all, he and Maia wouldn't want to be annoyed by some shadow-worlder, or worse, Jace Wayland and his friends.

"Central Park, you gotta be kidding me, right?" Maia asked, Simon shook his head, "it's the most clichéd place for a date." Simon smiled at her; that goofy smile that made Maia fall for him. "All right, all right, we'll go to Central Park." Simon stepped out of Hunter's Moon and hailed a cab, Maia following along.

"Y'know we could've gone to Taki's," Maia said as they stepped into the cab.

"Taki's is overrated. Besides, it's full of Shadowhunters," Simon laughed, a tired laugh.

"And you're against them, because?" Maia asked, sarcastically, after all Clary Fray was his best friend.

"I thought you might prefer some time away from them," Simon replied, looking at her.

"Uh, yeah, true, Jace definitely has some issues," she giggled. They were silent for the rest of the way; just looking out the windows, at the restless New York.

...

As they got out of the cab, Simon took her hand and started guiding her along the twisted footpaths of Central Park.

"This dump?" giggled Maia, "Anywhere else could've been better."

"Anywhere else there would be another ten people," Simon explained matter-of-factly.

As they sat down, Simon caught a glimpse of something too familiar to him – a blond boy with a red-headed girl. But they're siblings, Simon kept thinking. He continued staring, They didn't seem to have come here for a date, they couldn't, wait, were they fighting?

"Wait here a second," he said urgently to Maia.

Maia looked up, a bit disappointed, but she nodded.

Simon began walking towards the other two. He couldn't hear their whole conversation, but that which he could hear suggested the situation was very tense. He decided to hide behind the bushes; he would only interrupt if Clary was in danger.

"Why do you have to ruin everything?" Clary asked furiously.

"It's for your own good Clary, can't you see?" Jace responded.

Clary shot him a poisonous glance, "You don't care about anyone," she said slowly, "you only care about yourself. Oh and your stupid hair care products."

"Thank you for telling me what I feel," Jace said sarcastically, "I'll remember that. By the way," he emphasised, "don't you dare talk about my hair care products like that ever again.

Clary couldn't stand it anymore, Simon realised. She took a few steps forwards and turned around, "Well guess what, Jonathon Christopher Morgenstern," she spat, "I hate you. Every part of you. I wish I never met you. I do not want to see you again." After saying that, she marched on.

Jace smirked, "Do you, Clarissa?"

Clary immediately stopped. Do I? She realized she couldn't even hate him; she wished she could – but she couldn't.

Simon looked at her to see what she'd say. No they couldn't, they're brother and sister, a voice kept telling him. He could see the tear that dropped from her hazel eyes, she still loved Jace.

Clary knew the things she hated about Jace were what others also hated: his vanity and his games. But the one thing that she hated most was something else no one else felt. She hated him because just looking at his face, hearing his voice, makes her smile. She loved him.

Maia set out looking for Simon and finding him here, she understood. "Simon," Maia said, hiding back tears, "you still... Don't you?".

Simon turned around at hearing his name, "Maia, I love you."

Maia looked at him, "No. You love her; you like me. I understand. It's okay."

With that, she left.