Clary POV

It was days like this that Clary hated. The ones that were dark and drizzly and she couldn't paint the beautiful backyard. Her mother had moved them to this gorgeous country house in Van Etten New York 3 months ago yet Clary couldn't help but still be awestruck by the view. It was one of the perks of being a painter, she could never be desensitised to beauty.

She was starting at Idris high tomorrow and had planned on taking some drawings of the in for her art teacher but now she couldn't, thanks to the rain, and she refused to take in her original drawings of the backyard. Clary's mum, Jocelyn, was a professional painter and she could see that her mum was taking advantage of the rain to paint the rainy landscape she'd been commissioned to paint. Clary loved watching her mum paint but she was feeling very inpatient today and decided to call her brother Jon for some comfort. Her mum and her had moved to Brooklyn to escape her abusive father but Jon had been able to escape him by getting a scholarship to Princeton University. It was over 3 hours away and she missed him terribly, so she took advantage of the rain in her own way.

After talking to Jon for about 3 hours Clary decided to video call her best friend Simon who still lived in Brooklyn 4 hours away, even further than Jon.

"You expect me to talk" answers a fake British accent.

"No, Mr Bond, I expect you to die." Clary replied in her best German accent.

About 2 seconds later Clary heard the familiar laugh of her best friend and movie reference master, Simon Lewis.

"somehow your German accent has become worse, Fray," he said adding the familiar nickname to prove that he didn't really mean it.

"Thanks, Lewis"

They'd referred to each other by their last names since they were 5. Even though Clary's last name was technically Morgenstern until a month ago, she had always been referred to by her mum's last name.

Clary spent an hour talking to Simon before he suggested something very strange.

"Hey, do you want to go out to a poetry slam tonight?"

"Simon, you're in Brooklyn." Clary Laughed at him.

"Well…" He muttered looking a bit sheepish.

"OH MY GOD! You're here aren't you!" Clary nearly screamed.

After another half hour of talking, Clary discovered that Simon's mum had moved them here because she was afraid that my father would come after her since she was my mum's best friend and Simon was mine. Simon's mum didn't know the full story but she'd moved here anyway to avoid him and to make things even better Simon had moved into a house that was less than half a kilometre away. Clary practically ran to her mum to tell her the amazing news. Clary didn't even care about her mum's guilty expression when she told her about Simon. Once she got to the front door to leave though she turned around and ran back into the study to question her. Apparently Jocelyn had known they were moving here, as Simon's mum had asked where she should go and Jocelyn had suggested they move here so that Simon and Clary could still talk to each other as well as be safe. When Jocelyn finished Clary ran straight into her mum's arms and hugged her with as much strength as she had. Clary was so happy that she temporarily forgot it was raining and got to the front door again before turning around and getting her raincoat. Once Clary arrived at Simon's house they spent 20 minutes catching up the stuff they didn't talk about during the Skype call before finally getting into Simon's car and driving to his cousin Eric's poetry slam.

Once they arrived they arrived Clary's fingers started to twitch with the need to draw. The pub where the slam was being held was a gorgeous, it was completely black and white with gold trim but the poetry coming from the stage was beyond terrible. Clary looked up at the stage and noticed that boy looked about 20 and really needed a haircut. Next she looked at Simon and noticed a look of horror on his face.

*gag* "That's Eric" He muttered with an absolute look of despair, "I really hope that 'talent' doesn't run in the family"

Simon really wanted to start a band and Clary could practically see his dreams burning in his eyes.

"Don't worry, you are an amazing singer Simon"

And it was true. Clary was one of the only people that Simo had ever sung to and he really did have a good voice.

"How about we ditch this place and go to the local club" Clary suggested.

Simon looked only slightly less pained but agreed because Clary had started giving him puppy dog eyes. After googling the clubs address they both got into Simon's car and headed to Pandemonium.

Pandemonium was a club for 21 and overs and even though Clary and Simon were both 17, they did own some pretty decent fake ID's. After 'sneaking' into the club, Clary went and got 2 beers from the bar. They were both usually good kids but they were also seniors and had to let loose a bit. Simon took baby sips but Clary downed it pretty fast and was suddenly grateful for the fact she was wearing party clothes because if she had been wearing her usual attire she probably would've been thrown out of the club. People here were dressed in some fancy pants clothes. Clary was also grateful that she'd forced Simon to dress up or else he would've thrown out of the club and would've been alone. Clary noticed a cut blond boy over by the pool table and left Simon to fend for himself for a few minutes. Clary spoke to the blond boy, his name was Jace, before a cute brunette came over and started trying to talk to him. Apparently her name was Kaelie but Clary decided to go talk to Simon again.

Simon looked uncomfortable so Clary took him to the dance floor and decided not to mention Jace even though she couldn't seem to get him off her mind. Simon bailed after 2 songs and Clary was left dancing and talking to a tall Indonesian man with the most flamboyant outfit and strange yellow green eyes to match. His name was Magnus and it turned out he owned this club, Clary became friends with him very easily and discovered that he was very funny, gay and failing at trying to attract the attention of a raven haired boy with bright blue eyes. Clary tried to help but in doing so she soon revealed her actual age. Instead of throwing her out he gave her an all access card and told her that she could come here as much as she liked but she wasn't allowed to drink. He was very nice and looked out for her while Simon puked up his guts after he finished his beer. when Clary started getting tired Magnus walked her over to Simon and gave him an access pass to. Magnus said he considered them friends as long as they looked after themselves and didn't drink in his club, giving them disapproving looks.

Magnus helped Simon tote Clary to the car and gave her his number in case she needed someone to talk to and 'rat face' got on her nerves. When she asked who rat face was he nodded towards Simon and Clary laughed the entire 15 minutes it took to get home.

Jocelyn was already asleep when she arrived, so Clary crept upstairs and hopped into bed hoping she wouldn't have to face her mother's wrath or a hangover for her first day of school tomorrow. She dreamt of a certain golden boy named Jace and prayed that she would see him again.

Hi, this is my first fanfic so please review, comment and leave me some ideas!

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-E