A/N: I was reading some fanfics and in a few Alec was in love with Clary. In some, she loved him back so this got my fangirl feels acting up. To say I was inspired is an understatement. & I like the idea of Clary/Will as much as I like Clace & Clary/Alec. Sooo... Let's see what will happen shall we? Also: Cassie Clare owns the characters. The insane plot goes to me, myself, and I.

CPOV: (Clary!)

I walk into my new room and look at the walls. They could use some paint. Hmmm... Maybe if I make friends soon they can help me splatter it. I sigh. What I wouldn't give to have some actual friends for once. Not friends who pretend to be nice to me only because my mom has famous paintings going for millions. It hurts really.

Luke, my mom's best friend and new husband, is at his bookstore twelve blocks away. Mom is at her studio, which is conveniently right behind the bookstore. I am alone. Mom said that all our furniture wouldn't be in until tomorrow. Meaning, my stuff is not going to be here yet and I have to sleep on the couch. Mom suggested that I go greet our neighbors. She said that they are old family friends that we haven't seen since I was three. That was thirteen years ago. She also said that our other neighbors were my friends from when I was six. Ten years ago. And that my neighbor across the road was my friend when I was ten. Six years ago. You'd swear she was Googling my childhood friends. I don't even remember many of the people I meet. It makes me sound like a lousy friend but I moved around a lot as a child. Not my fault.

I remember some blue eyes and black hair but that's it. I get up some courage and go over to the neighbors' house on the left. As soon as I walk on a the grass a guy that is entirely golden comes and walks over to me. "Who are you and why the hell are you on my lawn?" He asks. I gape at him in shock. I hope this rude boy isn't the person I used to consider a friend. "It isn't polite to be horribly rude to new neighbors when they're trying to reunite with friends they apparently had when they were little. So, if you'll excuse me." I say as I walk past me. I see a look of shock on his face when I glance back. His eyes remind me of a lion's. Pretty but dangerous. Probably a player. Not my type. Dated one once and hated it. Never again shall I date another player. Never.

I knock on the door of the huge house. Well, it's more like a mansion. All the houses on this street basically are. A woman with long black hair, bottle blue eyes, and at least two feet taller than me opens the door. She gasps. "As I live and breathe! Clarissa Fray!" She says. Yep, we were family friends with them. I remember her now. Maryse Lightwood. I may have been only six years old but I wasn't stupid. Her daughter was going to look just like her. So was her son. Her son... Alec! He has the blue eyes and black hair! She ushers me inside and calls goldie in the house. I stand around awkwardly as she tells him to get Alec and her daughter. I can't remember her name. Huh. I can remember her brother's name but not hers. She shall never know that.

She tells me to hide. I remember she used to love having me over as a surprise for Alec and she would have me hide. I was Alec's best friend. I hope I can still be. I drop and roll from behind the couch into a closet. Maryse told Jace to keep me a secret before telling him to get Alec and the girl. Thank god. I want to surprise my old bestie. Maryse sits on the couch and I can see her smiling. She looks over at me and I give her the thumbs up. She looks over towards what I presume is a staircase since I hear footsteps. "Mom, what is it?" A feminine voice asks. I ignore her voice and listen for one in particular. Maryse starts to speak, "Well, you see, Alec, I thought it would be important for you to know that-" She glances in my direction which is my clue to jump out. "SURPRISE!" I shout as I jump out the closet. The girl looks confused but I see Alec's face light up with recognition. He runs over to me and hugs me. Damn, he's gotten stronger and taller and hotter and- wait a minute. That slipped. I didn't mean to say that one. He stops hugging me but holds me at shoulder's length and looks me up and down. "Still the shortest one, huh, Clary?" He teases me. I stick my tongue out at him but we laugh. The girl still looks confused. I wasn't close with her and didn't really know her. She went to a different school anyway.

"We are neighbors now!" I say excitedly. He hugs me again and smiles brightly. "Maryse, is it alright if I steal Alec for a few years?" I ask her. She laughs but shakes her head. "You can steal him for three days. Have fun." She says. We walk out the house and start catching up on everything. Through our conversation I can't stop looking at his eyes. They seem to get brighter as we talk. He must've really missed me. We go to my house and sit in my bare room. "We have got to find some of my other old friends and paint this place. Mom said I have two other old friends that are my neighbors but she knows more than I do about my old friends it's scary." I tell Alec while laughing. "Well, Will Herondale and Simon Lewis were your friends. Will lives on the right of you and Simon across from you." He says. I smile."I missed you every time someone said my name." I say. He grabs my hand and stares at it while drawing circles. "Me too. I missed you anytime said my name. Aside from Mom and Dad. They only call me Alexander." He rolls his eyes. That gives me an idea.

"Hey, let's be childish and have a staring contest!" I exclaim. He chuckles before agreeing. We blink rapidly before starting. As soon as we start I look at his face. His eyes, a beautiful ocean blue that's always changing color, and his lips. They look soft and they're oh so pink. Before I know it, I'm repeating my Kindergarden Christmas. I kiss Alec on the lips. Then I pull back. "Whoops." I say. He looks at me then my lips. He kisses me once more. "That, my dear Clary, was payback for you kissing me infront of twenty Kindergardeners and forty adults. And for you kissing me just now." He says in complete seriousness. I laugh and then we just stare at my ceiling. We do that while making small talk until my mom and Luke get home. And when they get home they are surprised to find Alec there. I tell them Maryse said I could steal him for three days and they laugh. They know how close we are, were, and they don't want to tarnish it.

MPOV: (Maryse!)

I smile as I see Clary and Alec walk out the door chatting. They were so close when they were little. It hurt him so much when Clary moved away. I remember they had just given each other nicknames. Clary and Alec were at the park and came over to me and Jocelyn. They told us they decided their names were too long and boring. They said they gave each other new names. Alec held Clary's hand and told us her name was Clary, Princess of Beauty. She told us Alec's name was Alec, Prince of Adorableness. They had both blushed but smiled. That was the day I believed Alec and Clary were meant to be. Even more so when Clary and Alec were at school and under some mistletoe. They knew all about mistletoe and Clary got brave and kissed Alec straight on the lips. It was their first kiss. I have a photo of it. I have an album full of pictures of only Alec and Clary.

I had sent Isabelle to a different elementary school since she was a year old and got in trouble in first grade a lot. She had loved it there and she never really cared to notice Clary when she came over. What she noticed was that her brother was heartbroken when his best friend moved away. I notice that right now, Isabelle is jealous. She is jealous that some random girl can walk into our house and make her brother speak more in five minutes than she can in five hours. It's true though. And Jace, well... He hasn't even heard of Clary. He's been Alec's closest friend for awhile now so I want Alec to tell him himself. "Who was that? How does Alec know her?" Jace and Isabelle bombard me with questions. I raise my hands up telling them to be quiet. They shut up and I tell them, "They used to be best friends. How do you think Alec got his nickname?" I send this question towards Jace. Then I look towards Isabelle. "Why do you think your brother was heartbroken for so long?" They're rhetorical questions and they know it. They don't say a word. I get up and leave the room, hoping for the best.

APOV: (ALEC!)

As soon as Jocelyn and Luke came home, we started supper and started catching up. I told them about Simon's band and how we got a new brother. Max. I tell them that they can meet him at Thanksgiving because Mom sent him to boarding school. And I tell them about my adopted brother, Jace. Clary groans when I tell her that he is basically golden. I wiggle my eyebrows in a suggestive manner but she scrunches up her nose. Once she swallows her food, she manages to say ew. I laugh and so do the other two. "He's the rude jerk I met this morning in the yard." She says. Coming from her, that means Jace has no chance with her whatsoever. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost.

Clary tells me everything. She tells me about her new sketches, promising to show me them, and she tells me about the museums and galleries she went to. There's so much excitement and happiness in her beautiful green eyes I almost feel like I am there with her. She still has her red flaming hair, her beautiful emeralds, and her snow white skin. And she has all her freckles. After eating some more food I turn to her. "Clary?" I ask. She looks at me. I tap her nose. "Is it possible you have way more freckles than you did before?" I chuckle. She sticks her tongue out at me. Which I then poke with my fork. She looks startled but it's hilarious to see her startled. She looks so pretty when she's surprised. I can't help but grin. I look at her mom and stepfather who give me knowing looks. Technically, I don't know why they're giving me that look, but whatever. We finish dinner and go to the living room. Clary grabs her sketchbook that she never leaves and shows me some pictures. She stops at one and I gasp. I remember that day clearly.

A/N: Ok, let's get some things straight. In this:

1. Alec is straight.

2. Izzy is older than Alec by a year.

3. Jace keeps getting confused by Clary.

4. Simon & Will will come in soon. I'm waiting for the right time.

Now, please review. Tell me who you think would make a better couple: Clary/Alec; Clary/Will; Clary/Jace; Clary/Simon; or Clary/Some mystery guy. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Thank you... Hey, that rhymed.