CAN WE DANCE? - THE VAMPS

Clary didn't want to be at this party. Clary really, really didn't want to be at this party. And it wasn't because she'd be in trouble when she came home, or because it was a school night or because she was bad at dancing.

It was because when she went to a party she would drink. She just couldn't help herself. She's get so caught up in the music, and the dancing bodies and the sweat that she would chug anything. The bad part about that, well, Clary was the worst at handling her liquor. The worst part about that, what that when Clary got drunk she would talk shit. Literal shit. She would say the craziest things and the stupidest most annoying words would just… spew out of her mouth! And she could never control it.

But when Izzy told her that Sebastian Verlac was going to be here, she let out a deep breath and accepted her fate. She had to go. So, she put on her black skirt and 5 inch heels and prayed that she wouldn't say anything too stupid.

"Where is he?" Clary asked, trying to look over the heads of people (in vain, thanks to her height) and find Sebastian. "Here, have this." Izzy handed her a pink drink in a cup. Clary's instincts kicked in, making her want to grab the drink and pour into rapidly down her through. Instead, she gave her best friend a look.

"No, Izzy." Clary muttered, "You know how I get when I drink!" She whined, hoping that Izzy would let her leave sober. No such luck. "Do you really want to meet Sebastian when you're sober and anxious and nervous?" Izzy made a good point.

The whole thing would go to waste if she couldn't even utter four words to him. Clary sighed. "Okay." She said reluctantly, "One drink!". She grabbed the cup and drowned it in a second.

This was not good. She could already feel the effects…

Half an hour later and Clary was drunk. She was about five shots deep and counting. The entire world was slightly hazy, and she hadn't found Sebastian yet, but she decided to go to get another drink.

"Izzy! I'm going for a refill!" she screeched at the girl who was obviously not paying attention to her and dry-humping some nerd guy. Whatever.

She stumbled to the kitchen, giggling. As she banged her knee against the fridge for the seventh time, she saw a seat in the corner of the room. It was a green, plush sofa. And on it, was sitting a clear man. No, he wasn't transparent, but to Clary, everything was slightly distortioned and wiggly, except for him. His sharp jaw and broad shoulders were clearly marked, but what stood out to Clary was his eyes. They were gold. She had never seen gold eyes before. His hair was a mat of blond on top of a sharp and structured face. Clary couldn't help but feel drawn to him, somehow.

She set the cup down and made her way to him.

"So, what's your side-effect?" Jace asked the girl sitting next to him. She had walked towards him. He wasn't surprised, most girls did. But she just sat next to him and talked to him. They had already covered trucks, sheep, time travel, how many turtles someone should have before it's too many, blond hair, pewdiepie, and shirts.

Jace knew he had come to the party to forget about something. He just couldn't remember what it was. He wasn't drunk, but he was almost there. And something about this girl made him loose his surroundings.

She had copper-red curls and pale skin, her whole body was covered in freckles. And her eyes. Her eyes were like emeralds, shining straight at him.

"Side-effect of what?" she slurred, squinting her eyes at him. It was kind of cute. "Of drinking." He knew it might sound like a weird question to most people, but to a girl whose conversation starter was "Do you think Monster Trucks are monsters on the inside too?" it was quite normal.

"OOooooh!" she giggled, but then her face straightened, "I talk shit," That made sense. "What about you?" she asked coyly. "I go too fast." Jace sighed. "Like a ninja turtle?" She asked, her eyes wide. "No!" he laughed, "Like sexually too fast." Clary nodded. "Yeah. Cause being a ninja turtle would be frikkin awesome!" she sang.

This girl…

I noticed we had been staring at each other for minutes, now. My hand reached out to caress her cheek and my other hand went to her waist. She stared up at me through her long black eyelashes.

"No, no!" she pulled away, suddenly, leaving my hands missing the feel of her skin. "My hands aren't meant for you!" she wiggled her finger at me and I chuckled, but her words still hurt me. "Who are your hands meant for, then?" I asked with a false smile. "My hands are meant for Sebastian…" she sighed his name. I felt my blood go cold.

Sebastian. My cousin. That asshole!

Jace really should have left. He should have left hours ago, but the beauty in front of him kept him there. He would have left but this inking feeling inside him stopped him. What if she liked him?

Suddenly, her lips attached him. They had been having a neat conversation about shoe laces, when the alcohol and lip biting had become too much for Clary. She wanted him, now.

Her lips didn't crumble into fragile glass like he expected them too, they just moulded. They moulded into hers like clay. But her tongue was sweet and her lips tasted of cherry.

His hands raked up and down her body.

Jace bit down softly on Clary's earlobe. "Wanna go back to my place?" he asked in a deep whisper next to her ear, making her shiver.

"Yes!" she whispered.

Jace stood up abruptly and showed Clay his hand. She laced her small and delicate hand in his and let him lead their way to the exit.

Jace was just pushing the door open when-

"Clary!" Sebastian's voice was like death in Jace's ear. Ever since they were kids, Jace and Sebastian had despised each other. It seemed insane, they had so many things in common, yet they couldn't say one word to each other without arguing.

The pair turned to see his jet black eyes staring at Clary. "Clarissa, how about you come have fun with some more… enjoyable people?" He added with a look of distaste at Jace.

Clary separated her hand from Jace's and walked toward Sebastian.

Jace saw no point in this party anymore. It was a stupid idea to come here in the first place! He made his way to his car.

Clary wrapped her hands around Sebastian's neck and stood on her tip-toes. She pressed her lips to Sebastian's ear.

"I'm sorry Seb." She whispered, "But you're too wiggly. And Jace is the opposite." She sent him an apologetic smile before stumbling her way to the golden boy.

"You didn't leave me?" Jace asked, looking down at the wasted redhead that was wrapped in his arms.

"My heart's not meant for someone else."

Hi guys. So, this story is going to have the TMI characters, but following song lyrics. Please suggest songs to me! I'll have a look at the song and try to write a One-Sot about it!