DISCLAMER: all rights go to Cassandra Clare, as this fanfic is based off of her wonderful Mortal Instruments series. I do not own anything. I also need to give some credit to my friend Rebby, who encouraged me to write this and gave me the starting idea.
The bright sun poured in through the window, causing Clary to turn the other direction and let out a small groan. The kept her eyes open, and waited for the blurriness of her surroundings to disappear as her eyes adjusted. She was in her own bed, at Luke and Jocelyn's house. Clary felt as she had all of the days before; filled with despair and anxiety. She wanted to see Jace, but the stupid Silent Brothers were prohibiting her. As Clary sat up and stretched her arms up to the ceiling, she saw Isabelle sitting in one of the chairs in the corner.
"Hey, Izzy." Clary mumbled. Then she realized that today was not just another day of not seeing Jace; she had seen him yesterday. The moment this thought hit, she sprung out of bed. Isabelle just sat there, a small smile on her face. Her long, black hair was pulled into a slick ponytail on the crown of her head. The hairband holding it there was bejeweled. She had on a short, tight, black leather dress. Her arm was encircled in golden bands.
"Hi, Clary." She said knowingly. By this time, Clary was in her closet and ripping through her clothes.
"I promised Jace I would wear fishnets." She told Isabelle. Clary turned around and smacked her arms to her sides helplessly. "What goes with fishnets?" She wondered aloud.
Isabelle laughed and walked to the closet. "Black fishnets?" Isabelle questioned. Clary nodded. Isabelle turned back to the closet. "Wear this," She pulled a red mini skirt from its hanger. "And this top," She pulled a plain white blouse. "With…" She looked to the floor of the closet. "These boots." She bent down and scooped up a pair of black stiletto boots.
"Thanks." Clary mumbled, still tired. She grabbed the clothes and changed right there, not bothering to make Isabelle turn the other direction.
"Anxious to see Jace much?" She asked. Clary rolled her eyes.
"I haven't seen him in forever." Clary replied.
"You saw him yesterday." Isabelle corrected.
"Yeah, well… Shut up. I want to see him again." Clary snapped. Isabelle laughed and put her hands up as if to surrender. Clary had finished getting dressed, and was putting on the boots.
"Aren't you happy that I made you buy these? A girl can't go wrong with black heeled boots." She spoke admiringly, eyeing the boots.
"Only if said girl can walk in them." Clary shot back.
"Oh stop your grumbling and let's go." Isabelle grabbed Clary's arm and helped her up. To her surprise, Clary found the shoes very comfortable and easy to walk in. The two girls walked down the stairs, passing Clary's mother in the kitchen.
"I'm going to visit Jace." Clary told her mother. She was cleaning the kitchen. Luke sat at the table, drinking a glass of orange juice and reading the paper. They looked like a normal family.
"Be back by dinner time, sweetheart!" Jocelyn called after Clary, who was already half way through the door behind Isabelle.
"Okay, see you then!" Clary replied, shutting the door behind her. Clary walked to the end of the driveway, where Isabelle had already flagged down a cab. Clary opened the door and slid in next to Isabelle. Isabelle must have told the driver where to go already, because as soon as the door shut, they were off. Clary smiled; she was going to see Jace again.
Authors Note: Please read and review! Sorry for such a short chapter...