While You Were Sleeping

by AzzieC

Clary has her life ahead of her and is working at the local bar, Pandemonium, when a boy makes it a habit of flirting with her every chance he gets. But what happens one day when he walks out of the club stumbling and goes into deep coma? What happens when she goes to the hospital with him and is mistaken for someone she isn't? What happens when she falls in love with his brother?

1. In Love?

My first fan fic YAY. I promise I'm not going to make this story cheesy and weird... okay maybe a little weird but that's beside the point, the point is i wanted to try this website Write or Die 2 and its so good this story will probably be really long because of it. Hope you like my story

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters of TMI even though i really wish I did :'( :P

My mom always had told me to follow my dreams, and when your dreams are a hot guy standing across from you at a bar, whose right is it to tell you to give up on them.

Let me tell you this guy has been here for weeks. Coming with his friends, and before he leaves makes it his mission to find me in this crowded place every night. Its like he tries to make my heart melt. ON PURPOSE. Is it just me or is he flirting with just me to get me all confused, because that's just not fair.

I just cant help think that every day I go to work, I will see him again. His ink black hair, the sharp tanned features on his face, his dreamy Bahama blue eyes. He is like a Greek god of sexiness. And I just happen to be the miserable mundane that has to live without him while he plays with my heart and teases me every chance he can.

No one should do that to a person, doesn't mater how vulnerable they look in situations like this. And I may or may not be very insecure about my new jobs uniform. And I also may or may not have a crush on this guy and want to go home with him an-

Wait, who am I kidding I shouldn't think like that, he probably doesn't notice me anyways. To him I'm probably just a slutty waitress he can flirt with because that's what we're here for. I've seen it before. Im probably not special to him or anything, just a free psychiatrist hoar that can listen to your problems. Nothing about me is special anyway, except maybe for my hair.

My mom says that my hair is rare and I should "Never dye it Clary because you will want it back in a day". But just think, short girl, nothing out of the ordinary about her, you know just normal. Except for her bright red hair that's so supernatural looking it should just be a beacon to douches. Like my ex boyfriend Sebastian for instance.

My best friend, and roommate, Maia had told me straightforward when she first met Sebastian after he left our condo that he treated me badly and that I should end it. But I couldn't, he had me wrapped around his nicely tanned calloused finger.

And the worst thing about it is I knew he treated me badly, I just didn't do anything about it. I felt bad he had no one except me. But the moment he started hurting me... physically...I realized I needed to end it. And I did. He might have gotten REALLY angry and I may or may not have tried to call the cops, but that was one of his good days so i tried not to dote on about it.

But this guy standing in front of me at this moment doesn't seem to be douchy at all. And from what I've seen, acts nothing like Sebastian. He looks like the kind of boy that is totally bad ass but you can take home to you mom at any time.

He.

Is.

Perfect.

And I may be, dare I say it, in love.