A/N: BTAAAAAAAA! Im alive! Im sorry ive been gone for soooo long! I have been dying to post this story! I have it planned out and everything! But let me just tell you, it was a little painful writing this story...just kidding. It actually hurt A LOT! This story is based a lot on TMI! This is not all mundane, it DOES have shadowhunters! So brace yourselfs! I present to you...Dilemma!

disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments or Starbucks, although I wish I did...

Chapter One: Something's Wrong

"Simon, that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Clary said while taking a sip of her Starbucks.

"No it's not!" Simon said in high-pitched voice, also known as his defensive voice.

Clary leaned on the door, and just as she was about to speak, the door opened and she staggered backwards. She felt her back bump into her mom, and the peppermint Hot Chocolate spilled all over her blue leather jacket. Even through all the layers she had of clothes, she could feel the hot chocolate burn her skin. She gritted her teeth trying to hold back a scream.

"Clary!" Both, Simon and Jocelyn said at the same time, but their tones were different. Simon sounded worried, but on the other hand Jocelyn sounded angry.

"Clary, I told you to come home at eight o'clock! Its nine now! Look how dark it got outside!" Jocelyn scolded.

"Oh wow, mom. Oh, and its alright! My skin doesnt feel like its on fire! Im fine! Thanks for asking!" Clary said sarcastically and a little offended.

"Im sorry about that, but dont try to act like the victim. It was an accident. I didnt know you were leaning against the door."

"Whatever," Clary said as she took off her leather jacket, which was soaked with chocolate and a little bit sticky.

"No. Not 'whatever'. You went one hour past your curfew!" Jocelyn scolded.

By this point Clary's face was as red as her hair. The redness of her face and hair, and the beautiful green eyes she had made her look like a Christmas ornament. "Im fifteen! Basically sixteen! Im not a little kid! Im tired of your rules! Im tired of your over protectiveness! Im tired of you!"

Jocelyn felt like she had been punched, kicked, and slapped.

Clary saw her mother's face, and immediately regretted everything she had said. She saw mixed emotions in her mother's face. Anger, frustration, sadness. Clary tried to say something, but she couldnt speak.

"Simon, thank you for bringing Clary home safe. You should go home now." Jocelyn said trying not to make eye contact with Clary.

"Umm, you're welcome. Bye Fray, bye Miss. Fray."

"Bye, Simon. Thank you for buying me the drink." Clary said in a monotone voice.

Simon nodded then left.

Jocelyn closed the door behind her, then turned towards Clary. "Clary," Jocelyn said in a beautiful, soft, silky voice. "Im so sorry. If you-"

"Mom-" Clary tried to say sorry but her mom stopped her.

"No. Let me speak. If you think I want to keep you a prisoner. If you think I want to make you lonely. If you think I want to make you angry or sad, youre wrong. Im just trying to keep you safe!." Jocelyn said desperately.

"From what?!" Clary spoke with frustration.

"From things that can harm you," Jocelyn spoke. "I dont want to lose you, Clary."

Clary's face softened. She understood now. "Mom, you wont lose me, not how you lost dad. It wasnt your fault anyways."

Jocelyn stayed silent. "I need to go to bed. Good night, honey." She kissed Clary's forehead, and headed to her room.

When Clary got to her room, she headed towards her SketchPad. Without knowing it she had already continued to draw. Her pencil moving fast and doing swift movements. All of her feelings were pouring down into this blank sheet of paper.

Her phone rang, and she jumped. She headed to her bed, where her phone lay. She already knew wo it was. Simon.

"Hey, Simon." Clary said in a tired voice.

"How'd it go, Fray." He responded.

"It was a weird. She didnt yell at me or anything. All she did was tell me how she was trying to protect me."

"From what?"

"She said 'from things that can harm me.'"

"...Like?"

"Ugh, Simon, I dont know!"

"Yeah, I guess this world is a little dangerous. Maybe she was trying to protect you from a squirrel with rabies. Which by the way, dont ever ever steal one of their nuts."

"Thanks for the life changing advice, Simon."

"Thats what Im here for, Fray."

Clary chuckled, when she suddenly felt uncomfortable. Her clothes were sticking to her skin. She felt sticky and dirty.

"Bye, Simon. I need to take a shower, after that little chocolate shower I had earlier."

"See ya."

Clary got all of her bath essentials, then headed towards the bathroom. She peeled off her clothes and got into the shower. The hot water felt like sunshine on her skin. She suddenly began to think about the incident with her mom. She wasnt always this over protective. She was overprotective, but not this much. Not until a few months ago. Something happened. Something's wrong.

A/N: and yeah. I have so many stories i developed over the time I was gone! And im pretty excited to share them! So I guess that pays for being gone so long! One more thing: Encourage me to keep writing! REVIEW! PWEASE.

~Bethany