Cali's Story
A/N I do not own The Mortal Instruments, though if I did, I would probably have a strange sequence of events going through out the series.
It was 3 am when Cali got back to the apartment. She stumbled in, exhausted, and looked over to the couch, seeing her two friends sleepily glaring at her. Great, she had been out all night, dealing with strangers and came back to this. Cali threw jacket next to her friends who stared at it like it was something foreign to them. Her friends' eyes continued glaring at her, demanding an explanation. She sighed and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the mini-fridge. She came back and sat on the couch opposite of them.
"Cali, where have you been?" Makena asked; having to drag her voice out.
"Or, better yet, why are you covered in glitter?" Gwen picked up the jacket with two fingers, looking at it curiously.
"I'll start off with when I left," Cali took a deep breath and began her story.
It was 6:00 when I left the apartment to go wandering through the city. My friends and I have been living in the apartment since our parents disowned us, saying something about us being too crazy. Ha, yeah right. If anything we were sane, but I guess our parents didn't catch that part. Anyway, I walked all around and came upon a manga store; I walked in hoping for something on the racks to catch my interest, and that is when I heard arguing.
Two teens, dressed in black, one a small red-headed girl, with scars shaped like Japanese symbols winding up her arms, and the other a tall boy with a scar on his forehead. Now, I am not commonly like this, but I wanted to know what they were fighting about, so I listened into their conversation. They were arguing about a vampire manga, and whether or not it was correct. Strange, I had thought, but continued listening, I watched as the tall boy walked over to the clerk and asked him a question. You know how, sometimes, when someone was mad, they lift their upper-lip and bare their teeth? Well, that is exactly what I saw this guy doing.
And, boy was I surprised to see a set of fake fangs. The clerk didn't notice, but I was back in the stacks, biting my hand to keep from laughing. What was this guy doing? Was he playing a joke on the clerk? I watched as he asked his question and, looking quite content now, reported it back to the girl, who had picked up a ninja-hunter manga and was laughing at it. Then, the girl's phone rang, and she answered it.
"Hello?" Her voice was louder than before, helping me hear. She listened to the other person the phone, and then said, "Ok."
"Who was it, Clary?" The dude next to her asked.
"It was, Jace. He told me to get back now, or he'd eat all the cookies Isabelle made." Clary scrunched her nose, as if this Jace character had said something distasteful.
The other guy looked confused, "But Izzy can't cook."
"I think he was implying that he would poison himself. But he did say he would leave one for you, Simon." Clary's eyes lit up with amusement.
Simon rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I'll make sure to thank him.
They turned to leave, so I took my one chance to pretend to be a secret agent. I followed them out of the store and walked casually behind them occasionally stopping to keep up a façade. I could hear them talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Then they stopped at a church, which was rather confusing to me.
A muscular guy with tan skin and golden hair rushed outside and jumped behind the red head. He, too, was wearing black. I assumed this was Jace, because then a tall curvaceous teenage girl walked out with a whip in her hand, also wearing black. I gaped, hiding behind a tree that was across the street.
I was pretty sure that this was Isabelle, why? Because in the hand that wasn't carrying a whip, there was a plate of burned cookies. I laughed as Jace used Clary as a shield, and then, adding to the humor, Simon walked up to Isabelle, and took a cookie. He put it into his mouth and bit into it. I had no idea how he was doing that with the fake fangs in his mouth, but it was pretty freaking awesome that he was. Then two others came out from the church, one had a bow and arrow in his hand. And was wearing black. What the heck? Shouldn't that bow and arrow be in a museum, what with the sharpened end?
And there was the other guy. Where should I start? First off, his hair was glittered in the sun. He was wearing white, sparkly pants that fit to his skin like a second skin. On top of that, he had a see through net top, that was blue, and, again, sparkly. His shoes were blue cowboy boots that, for the first time did not sparkle. Instead they shined in the sunlight. Was everyone in this group dressing up as a vampire?
I watched as they began to leave, and followed them. By then it was 7:00, and I wasn't expected to be home until 8:00. I followed them to an all ages club, where they quickly got in. Well, if they can do it so can I. I walked up to the bouncer and smiled, hoping this would get me in. It did, but not without some questioning.
"Hello, little girl," He said in a deep tone, "What are you doing here?"
"Meeting my sister," I had said in my eldest voice. (I had to do this because I was 13 years-old. Makena is 21 and Gwen is 17)
He had looked at me skeptically, but allowed me in.
I grinned. Who knew being a stalker could be such fun.
A/N Our poor Cali. She is going to get quit the surprise. (Grins evilly) Oh, and if you are wondering at what time am I staging these books, it's a mixture of what would be funniest.