Hello, readers! I'm new to writing TMI fanfictions, so PLEASE correct me on anything if need be. This will be a major Clace story! I hope you guys enjoy! R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments, unfortunately. Cassandra Clare owns it and all its glory.
CPOV:
I peered out the car window as trees passed by. Moving to New York was probably the most exhilarating and terrifying thing I could possibly mull over. After what happened in Ohio, my mother and I ran away. We couldn't have anyone know what happened back there. I wasn't really complaining, considering I had very little friends. I've learned to shut people out. It just so happens to be my specialty now.
"How long until we arrive, mom?"
"Well, if my directions are correct, I guess we're here," she replied and parked the truck.
There was something strange about the place, I realized as I stepped out of the car. I can't exactly place my finger on it, but there's definitely something there. It was just another apartment complex squished between other buildings, nothing too exciting about it.
"Here are the keys. We're on the third floor," my mom said, handing me the keys.
"The third floor? And we're the only ones hauling this stuff up there?"
"Well, maybe you can go knock on our neighbor's doors, yeah?"
I gave her an incredulous look and entered the building. I walked slowly up the stairs and somehow managed to trip, like always. I nearly fell if the boy coming down the stairs hadn't caught me. I looked up at the lanky boy. He had dark brown hair and eyes to match. He had a curious, almost scared expression on his face. I smiled at him and removed my arm from his grasp.
"Uh, thanks for the lookout, neighbor," I said uneasily.
"So you're moving in upstairs? The place hasn't been rented out for years. I should know, I've lived here for as long as I can remember. Uh, I'm Simon—awkward geek," the boy said and stuck out his hand.
"Clary—also awkward clutz," I said while taking his hand.
"Do you want me to help you with your stuff?"
"Please? It's just my mother and I. We don't really have anybody else," I replied.
"First, I'll walk you to your apartment," Simon said.
As we trudged up the stairs I heard my mom as she just entered the building. I paid attention to the details of the building; the old brick walls, the rusted, almost regal railing, the crown molding. I even cared to look at the small cracks and crevices that laced the wall. It was a beautiful place. You could tell it had age. We reached the third and final floor of the building and Simon stopped in front of the first door there was.
"Nobody else lives in the neighboring apartments," Simon explained, "In fact, only six families—now seven—live here in total. And that leaves three apartments left. As you can see, this isn't a very busy place."
"I see," I murmured.
o.O.o
After Simon helped us settle in, he left before giving me a quick hug. He had this strange gleam in his eyes that I couldn't quite put my finger on. So there I sat on the couch with my mother, Jocelyn. She'd made me a mug of hot chocolate with some marshmallows on top, a tradition we'd decided upon only recently. I pulled the soft throw blanket over my legs as my eyes darted aimlessly around the space.
"That boy likes you, Clary," my mother said playfully.
I snorted, "Like I have the time to worry about boys, mom."
"It could never really hurt you."
"After what's happened? I'm never getting close to anyone again," I said softly.
I saw my mother purse her lips and she turned on the TV. Of course nothing great was on considering it was 10:30, but she watched it half-heartedly anyway. I sighed and stood up. If she wasn't going to talk then I most certainly was not going to sit here and be submissive to the uncomfortable silence. I pulled the blanket around my shoulders and walked slowly to my room.
It was quite large for being in an apartment building, and it had a window overlooking a woodsy park. I opened the window and looked out. A soft breeze hung in the air and washed over my fiery hair. It was cool outside and I couldn't really see anything. The park was rather large and it was almost serene compared to the bustle of the large city. After closing the window, I sighed and climbed into my bed. I pulled the covers up to my chest and drifted asleep to the sound of car horns and the rustle of leaves.
o.O.o
"Clary, wake up! You have school in an hour, hon," my mom called at my door. A.M.R.
"Okay," I said, my voice muffled because of my pillow.
I sat up and ran a hand through my tangled hair. I looked over to the window and my brows instantly furrowed. The window was open once again, and I noticed a few things were knocked over on my desk, which was in front of the window. I picked up the few knocked over trinkets and confusingly, a blonde hair. I examined it and pursed my lips.
"Not where I left you," I murmured to a pencil cup, the pencils scattered across the desk.
"Definitely not where I left you."
I took moment out of my worrying and observation and laughed. I sounded exactly like Orlando Bloom from Pirates of the Caribbean. I smiled despite my deep worry and sighed as I made way to my bathroom.
I took a shower, did my makeup and hair, brushed my teeth all within thirty minutes. I walked over to a box in my room and pulled out a white t-shirt and a rouge cardigan. I pulled those on and pulled on black leggings and my Uggs. It was late October, nearly Halloween, and it was rather chilly outside. Minutes passed as I pulled my messenger bag over my shoulder and walked to where my mom was in the kitchen.
"Breakfast?" She asked as she saw me enter the kitchen.
"No. I'm actually not that hungry," I sighed.
"Okay. Well that means we should be on our way to your new school, then."
"I suppose," I said distastefully.
We locked the door behind us and made our way to the car. It was a fifteen minute drive, which means it was even longer walking back. My mother dropped me off in front of the school. I bid my goodbyes and stepped in front of the school. There was a plethora of various students just hanging outside. The bell rang and the all rushed the doors. As I was walking slowly, I saw a flash of golden hair quickly moving through the crowd.
Could it be?
Sorry for the roughness, but I think I'm going to try to update tomorrow. Please, oh please review! It's very much loved.