So while I was on a cruise around the Caribbean Islands, I was hit by sudden inspiration. Why not use my own personal experience, stretch it out a bit with some fantasy, and turn it into a story? Huh. Why not?

So of course I wrote a Fanfiction! Here it is :) Critiques and reviews are welcome so long as they're kind or don't write anything at all, that's fine. - Rhyme.

"Wicked!" Simon Garroway exclaimed as the Garroway family poured into the main lobby of the ship. He turned his eager eyes to his twin sister Clary and smiled even wider when he saw his ecstatic-ness was reciprocated.

"Agreed," Clary laughed. Simon looked old enough to be their age, but when it came to acting it…well, that was another story all together.

She scanned the massive lobby and drank in the wide bar off to the side near the shore excursions desk that she was standing in front of, with its vibrant teal barstools that complimented the entire ship's sea theme. Clary's jaw dropped as her eyes rolled up the sides of the lobby and noticed that the ship was laid out quite like a decker cake: there were several floors and even though the lobby was towards the front of the ship, it was like the hollowed out center, where everyone met up.

Her roaming eyes stumbled upon a pair of amber ones that belonged to a curly blond-haired, evenly tanned skin boy–who Clary realized was staring at her with such intensity, she dropped her gaze immediately. But not before she noticed he was sitting to a much paler version of himself.

"I thought mom said this would be a fun cruise," Clary mumbled to Simon.

"Yeah, she did?" Simon answered, unsure of himself. "Why?"

Clary lifted her head an inch, gesturing to the two angelic boys who were seated at the bar. Simon followed her gesture, then chuckled. "Oh come on, Clary. There aren't many places you can go to completely avoid the male population forever. In fact, being anywhere near me technically counts as being near the male influence."

"Yeah, but unlike any other guy, you won't hit on me," she pointed out.

Simon winced. "Okay, you've got me there. But who are you to say that those guys will? If I didn't know you any better, I'd think you're a little conceited."

"Conceited people are that way because they're in love with themselves," Clary snorted, then lowered her voice when her mother–who was currently waiting for the lady behind the counter to return with the shore excursion tickets to come back–raised an inquiring eyebrow. "I'm this way because of–"

"–some weird recurring dream you've been having for the past month," Simon finished for her. "Or should I say nightmare?"

Clary flushed. She hadn't given him much detail for the first time ever because even though she'd woken up drenched head-to-toe in her own sweat, the dream itself wasn't what had her spooked. No, it was how the dream felt so real.

In the dream, she was wearing a slate-gray dress that hugged her every curve, even the ones she didn't know she had, and her hair was piled up on top of her hair–as confirmed by the extra weight added to her head and the cool breeze tickling her neck.

At first it was just her and Simon, his arms encircling her waist as they spun around in a waltz in an unfamiliar ballroom.

Simon ducked his head and gave Clary a polite smile. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Clary pulled back a bit to gaze at the ballroom around her and noticed that the arched ceiling was all glass so that she could see the stars in the midnight sky winked at her like encrusted diamonds in black satin. As Simon led her around in a circle with the rest of the dancers, Clary gawked in awe when she took in the fountain that dominated the center of the room. On it was a beautiful mermaid maiden holding a basin of water that spilled into the fountain in a never-ending stream.

Clary gasped as her wandering eyes fell onto the boy who was now holding her in his arms when she realized it was no longer Simon; no, in his stead was a tall golden boy with curly blond hair and amber eyes that pierced Clary's very soul.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Those were Simon's words a moment before, but he sounded nothing like Simon. His voice was a whisper, but the way he spoke was as intimate to Clary as a gentle caress, which gave Clary the idea that he wasn't just talking about the ballroom.

"Yes," she sighed happily as she leaned her head against the soft white tuxedo that the boy wore. She subtly took a whiff of his scent and categorized it as a blend of soap and clean laundry. Crisp, clean and lovely.

Clary barely registered the orchestra in the background as the boy bowed his head towards her and began to lower his eyelashes, a sign that he was about to kiss her. And for some reason, this was always the part where Clary began to panic–really and truly panic–for her dear life.

Pulling out of her reverie, Clary pondered why she was dreaming of this boy whom she'd never met before and why she feared him so much. But as she watched the two blond boys hop off their barstools with a somewhat arrogant gait–the tanner one turned around and gave her a cryptic look–she had a sinking feeling that she was going to get her answer much sooner than she thought possible.

"Earth to Clary," Simon laughed, waving his hand in front of her face and cutting off her view of the two boys slipping into the elevator. "Do you read me? Earth to–"

"Gosh Simon," Clary scowled, slapping his hand away. "Why are you so annoying?"

He frowned. "Your eye was twitching in that 'gazing-into-space way and it was freaking me out."

Her jaw dropped. "My eye does not twitch when I'm thinking! Or in general."

"It does, hon," Luke admitted with an apologetic smile. "But in a cute way."

"It's not cute," Jocelyn chided. "It makes her look…murderous. Like she's plotting to kill someone."

"Mom!" Clary couldn't believe her ears.

"Yeah," Simon went on as if he didn't hear her. "More like plotting to take over the world. Like a dictator!"

"Simon!" Clary and Jocelyn said in unison while Luke poorly disguised his laughter by coughing. But that wasn't what bothered Clary; what did was that after Simon told her that her eye was twitching, she heard a familiar laughter surround her like a gentle breeze that no one else seemed to hear.

Clary wasn't able to sleep at all when evening took over. Dinner threatened to force itself out of her body one way or another and the rocking of the boat that Simon found soothing was making Clary see double. So when she'd requested to sleep outside on the balcony, it was only natural that her family gaped at her as if she'd sprouted wings and told them she was an angel.

"Oh c'mon," Clary whined. "I won't roll of into the ocean or something. I just want some fresh air and maybe hearing the waves instead of just feeling them might be therapeutic for me."

Jocelyn looked from Luke's mask of uncertainty to Simon's constant look of concern for his twin's sanity and finally nodded. "All right then. Since I whisked you away to this cruise against your protests, I guess the least I can do is let you sleep wherever you want to. Just promise me that you'll take a blanket and pillow with you, okay?"

Clary nodded eagerly, hugged her mother tightly and grabbed a pillow and blanket before heading out.

Using the two chairs as her makeshift bed, Clary quickly threw on the cover and leaned back against the pillow so that she had the perfect view of the full moon shining in all its glory in the sky and reflected on the black ocean water's surface as a silvery ribbon.

Clary's finger twitched in the way it always did whenever she wanted to have a pencil and paper in hand so that she could capture the image forever, preserving it in both memory and paper.

But it was too late to back into the room now because the lights in the room were off, indicating that her family had already nodded off. Clary smiled as she pictured Simon taking advantage of her lack of presence by dominating the queen mattress he now had to himself, his iPod ear buds blasting whatever song he fell asleep listening to. She giggled despite herself and only stopped when her ears picked up a guitar being tuned.

She strained her ears to hear the song the guitar was now playing over the crashing waves and realized that the music was coming from the balcony right under her own. As quietly as she could manage, she tiptoed to the class barricade and peered over.

At first, she didn't see anything, but then the music suddenly stopped and a familiar curly blond head popped out onto the balcony below her and peeked up at her. She felt her heart pound against her ribs as he threw her a brief smile, then disappeared again.

Clary pushed herself back into the chair and took a few slow breaths to steady herself, but couldn't stop the smile that played on her lips as she saw that brief smile again in her mind. And then the music started playing again, this time, accompanied by a beautiful tenor voice.

"If I could write you a song to make you fall in love,

I would already have you up under my arm.

I used up all of my tricks, I hope that you like this.

But you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me…"

She knew the lyrics immediately and felt her smile widen as she realized how completely cheesy this guy was being to her. Mike Posner originally wrote the song, but the way the boy sang it–with a voice that had the same rasp as Mike but was much smoother like Michael Buble's voice–made it sound like it was totally his own song. Clary felt herself swoon right there, but refused to let it take over all her. He was still a stranger to her, no matter how familiar he looked or felt to her.

After the boy strummed the last few chords, letting the sound resonate true yet soft, he waited, expectantly, for any sign of appreciation from the girl. But after waiting for a few silent minutes, the boy stood up, set aside the guitar, and strained his ears to hear anything. Then, he heard a soft snore and he smiled. So she's asleep, he mused.

Sitting back down on the chair, he propped his feet up on the other and before he knew it, the melodic crashing waves sent him spiraling down into the dream world, where he was met by a fiery redhead with eyes that put emeralds to shame.

So it took a while to actually finish this because I couldn't decide between which songs for a certain boy to play, but I finally decided and I want to know what you guys think. Continue or just one-shot? LET ME KNOW!