Dreamscape

A Mortal Instruments Fan Fiction

Simon

I sighed as I fell down unto the couch. Clary looked up at me, and irritated look painted on her face.

"Simon. Shhhhh. I'm trying to focus. Do you want me to find a cure or not?"

I sighed again and propped my feet up on the coffee table. She had been like this for a while. Every since she decided she would 'fix the mess she made' she'd been spending almost all her time with her nose buried in musty old books. I told her not to worry, and that she did what she had to. But she was stubborn, insisting that it was ruining my life. Even Jace couldn't convince her otherwise. I got to my feet and made my way to the bath room. I looked in the mirror, brushing all my hair away from my forehead. There it was, blaringly obvious. In the middle of my forehead a sliver rune was etched into my skin. The mark of Cain. I frowned. It isn't that bad. It's helped me in some tough situations. But it's also caused a lot of trouble. I missed being in a tickle fight with Clary, or having one of the guys give me a friendly punch on the shoulder. It would be nice not having to worry about someone breaking an arm when they push by on the subway. But then again; it would be nice to be normal. Human. I smiled at my reflection. My teeth looked normal, but I knew my fangs could slide out without warning. I walked back into the lounge and sat down. Clary was still reading. I sighed again and Clary gave me the evil eyes. I stood up again and went to the fridge. I grabbed two cans of Coke and walked down the corridor. Jordan was sitting in his room on the computer, the door wide open.

"Hey man." I said and walked in, tossing him a can.

He caught it and popped open the lid.

"Hey, Simon. What's up, I thought Clary was over?" he said.

I glanced back to the lounge, where Clary was sitting at the kitchen counter.

"Yeah, but she's studying again."

Jordan nodded his understanding.

"She's not gonna give up, is she?" he asked.

"Probably not."

"Ah, well. Hopefully she'll find something."

I doubted it.

"Yeah, maybe." I replied.

Jordan sipped his Coke and looked at his watch.

"Hey, I'm hungry. Wanna pick up some chow?" he proposed.

Food was the last thing on my mind. Then I remembered Clary. Much like Jordan, she also had to eat sometime.

"Okay sure."

After eating their two pizzas (one a half of which Jordan ate) Clary said goodbye and went home. Jordan and I lazed around, watching TV. The lounge was a mess, with candy wrappers and dirty clothing littering the floor, but both Jordan and I were to lazy to clean up. I had been flatting with Jordan ever since I fled home. We had become good friends and I decided to stay with him.