A/N : Based on the song "Oh My My My" by Taylor Swift. Just a random short I came up with because I thought the lyrics were absolutely adorable! I don't own The Mortal Instruments or its characters, all rights belong to Cassandra Clare.

Also, this is my very first fanfic so go easy on me please! :)

She said,

I was seven and you were nine
I looked at you like the stars that shined
In the sky,
The pretty lights
And our daddies used to joke about the two of us
Growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled
And rolled their eyes
And said oh, my, my, my

He tugged relentlessly on a single braid of her red hair.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Pass me that green crayon."

"I already told you, NO! Go find your own crayons!"

"PLEASE? I lost my green crayon and I want to colour my tree!"

No reply.

Huffing, he cautiously inched his tiny hand out towards her pack of crayons. Swatting his hand away, she glared at him. "You're not even using the green one!" he cried. "But you may break it, dweeb!" she countered indifferently.

"I'm nine-years-old, I can handle a crayon carefully!"

"You're annoying."

"You're stubborn," he muttered. Crossing his arms, he sulkily looked at his uncompleted drawing of his farm. A second later, a green crayon was tossed in the air landed right on top. Smirking triumphantly, he grabbed the crayon and began to colour his tree, until he was interrupted by a giggle. Glancing up, he saw her pointing at his drawing.

"What's that supposed to be?"

"Uhm, a dog?"

"It's too long. It looks like a sausage."

Glaring profusely at her, his nine-year-old mind scrambled to comeback strongly. "Well, your clouds are too…. fluffy. They look like… uncolourful ugly cotton candy," he retorted. Fuelled by his now white-hot annoyance and anger, he continued to colour rather furiously.

*Snap*

They both froze. Timidly, he placed the broken pieces of crayon down and braced himself for her reaction. As a murderous expression slowly crept its way among her features, she muttered.

"Ten seconds to run."

And as fast as his feet could take him, he took off towards the patio in the backyard of his house. The shrill screams of a girl following closely from behind spurred him on to run even faster.

"You dweeb, get back here this instant!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't kill me! I'll return your Barbie dolls!"

"YOU CRAYON MONSTER! YOU TOOK MY MERMAID BARBIE DOLL?"

Daringly, he turned his head, nearly jumping out of his skin as he took in her appearance. Rosy-red cheeks puffing in and out, her once neatly combed hair was now all over the place, accompanied by the purple ribbon falling off the side. She looks scarier than my Incredible Hulk action figure I got for Christmas, he shuddered.

Gulping, he picked up the speed, approaching the giant swimming pool. Sucking in his breath, he leaped into the shimmery blue water.

"Oh, you are so stup- UWAAH!"

Slipping on a tiny puddle, she too fell in. Rising from the water, she vigorously brushed her hair out of her face while silently meeting his eyes.

And with that, they both burst out laughing.

Watching the scene displayed out before his own eyes, a man in his thirties chuckled to himself. Nudging the other middle-aged man beside him, he said "Think those two will fall in love?" "Oh it's bound to happen someday."

"Shut it you two," scolded their wives by the side, rolling their eyes.

"Hey, just joking, but fifty bucks says they – fine I'll shut up, quit glaring. Sheesh."

Meanwhile, engaged in a water fight, the little girl couldn't help but think that the boy's brilliant golden eyes sparkled like the stars shining in the night sky.