"CLARRRYYYY!"
"For the love of all that's holy, who is screaming", a bleary eyed and sleepy voiced Clary murmurs.
"CLARRRYYY WAKE UP!" Magnus wails again while entering the explosion that is none other than Clary Fray's bedroom.
"Magnus why do you do this to me? Its only 10 o'clock on a Saturday ugh," Clary whines and snuggles into the pillowy confines of her bed once again.
Magnus, a tall, thin man with spiky black hair, already prepped and glittered for the day ahead, waltzes over to Clary's bed and whips off his roommate's covers.
"Excuse me, I truly did not appreciate that Mags, please replace my sheets thank you very much," Magnus quickly cuts in much to her dismay, "Being polite isn't going to get to you anywhere biscuit, and I don't think Simon wants to wait on the front mat any longer, he's getting agitated for some strange reason."
"Wait a second, why is Simon waiting on the front mat?" Clary implores.
"Wellllllll…"
"Mags, what did you do." At this point, Clary's voice had reached an eerily, calm tone, setting off warning bells in Magnus' mind, aka Clary is about to flip shit.
Magnus quickly rushes out an explanation, "Well, you should see the outfit, if you can even call it that, he has on. It's disturbing, I couldn't let him in too far, he'll clash with our décor and most definitely lower our glam standard."
"Number one, what the hell is a glam standard, and number two, GO LET SIMON IN" Clary counters.
Magnus huffs, "Fine, fine… what ever you say, just hurry up and get ready so you can get him out of here. I don't want the neighbors to see him."
As soon as Magnus exits the room, Clary scrambles out of bed and grabs the first items of clothing she can, "Screw your glam standard Mags," she mumbles to herself as she tugs on some ripped light wash jeans, an oversized black sweater and her worn out black converse. Throwing her long red wavy hair up into a messy bun she runs out the door and down the hall. Sure, she loves Magnus and they have been good friends for almost ten years now, but he's a little high maintenance when it comes to appearances.
"SIMON!" she squeals as she flings herself at the tall, gangly boy (who is now standing in the living room of her and Magnus' apartment) she has called her best friend since 3rd grade.
"Hey Clary! I've missed you so much." His voice slightly muffled as he hugs his tiny red headed friend.
Simon works at a software developing company or something of that sort. Clary has never really understood his job, but she does know that it made him relocate to Toronto from New York City right after their high school graduation. That was one event in her life that she was not very fond of. Five years later, he is still living in Toronto and although he visits every so often, it's still hard for Clary to be away from him.
"Ugh why do you live in Canada again? Its too far, move back this instant," Clary jokes, shaking his somewhat broad shoulders.
Simon chuckles and replies, "You know I love my job Clary, it's everything I've dreamed of and I even just got a promotion!"
"No way! That's fantastic!" She exclaims "And yes, I do know you love your job, I may not understand what it is or what you do but if it makes you happy, I'm happy. Now lets get out of here before Magnus' glam standard gets any lower."
"I HEARD THAT AND IT'S IN CRITICALLY LOW LEVELS AT THE MOMENT" Magnus shrieks from the kitchen.
"What the hell is a glam standard?" Simon whispers as they head out the door of the apartment.
Clary shrugs, "Couldn't tell ya."
Clary and Simon made their way to the coffee shop a block from her apartment; Java-… just kidding it was totally a plain old Starbucks. The pair ordered and made their way to a small table in the back.
"So, Clary." Simon began in a definitive tone. "Clear your schedule for next weekend, we have a very important event!"
"Oh God, what now," Clary groans. Simon was always coming up with strange events that he forced Clary to attend so he wouldn't have to go alone. The last outing was from a previous visit of his. They had their brains fried by Simon's friend Kirk and his butchering of slam poetry.
"Don't worry, I think you might like this one...Well maybe not but anyway here it is," Simon brought up a facebook event page on his phone and shoved it in Clary's face.
Clary steadies the phone and reads off the event title, "St. Xavier's Secondary School Class of 2010: Five Year Reunion" Clary immediately thrusts the phone back into Simon's hands.
"No way, there is absolutely no way that I will be attending that shit show," a tone of finality ever present in her voice.
"But why not? I need this chance to go back and shove in those bullies faces my fantastic career and my success!" Simon whined.
"Simon, let's be real here you just want to go and drool over Isabelle Lightwood some more." Simon was definitely not the most popular kid in high school. Of course there were the jerks that picked on those who were different or non-conformant to the social customs of the average small-minded adolescent, thus making Simon a prime target. Clary herself, being friends with Simon was never part of the popular crowd, nor did she want to be but was able to fade into the background pretty well. Isabelle Lightwood on the other hand was one of the most fashionable and beautiful girls in their year, although she herself chose to hang around her twin brother Alec more than the usual popular crowd. Clary sensed that the populars were all slightly intimidated of the girl, as she could have been a high fashion model at age 16 and didn't take crap from anybody. Seriously, she was feisty. This was all speculation of course, as she never actually had a conversation with the girl in all four years of attending the school.
"C'mon Clary!" Simon urged, totally disregarding her but not denying her statement about Isabelle, "You know you want to show them how well your studio has done! You've really made a name for yourself through your art!"
Clary thought for a moment, "Ya, I guess it would be kind of cool to see what happened to everyone, I guess we can drag Magnus out there too, he'll love having the chance to make an entrance."
"Oh Magnus is in, I told him about it while you were sleeping, he rushed off to start prepping for the outfit he's going to design and make. He almost had a fit when I told him it was only a week away," Simon stated.
Clary chuckled, "Oh of course he did, wait a second why did it say that there was over two thousand people going?"
"Seriously Clary? Why do you think? Jace "I'm a big superstar" Wayland said he was going a couple days ago," Simon replied in a slightly disturbed manner, "I can't believe you haven't seen it in the news yet."
"Hey I'm a busy gal, and I don't have time to gaggle over someone who almost made me fail chemistry because he almost blew up the lab." Clary replied flippantly.
"Oh that's right! I totally forgot about that!" Simon reminisces, "I remember you two getting along alright other than that incident."
Clary takes a slow sip of her coffee, "I guess so, I mean we never spoke outside of class or anything, but we got along well enough to at least past chem."
The radio host on the station that was filtering through the coffee shop began to speak "Here comes Jace Wayland's newest single in 5, stick around, you want to miss the biggest song of this heart throb's career."
"Ugh let's go Simon, I've had just about enough of him for the day, I'll take you for a movie." Clary states while discarding her now empty cup and moving towards the exit.
Simon quickly followed behind, "Sounds good to me! But we're still going to the reunion. You can't distract me that easily."
"Alright, alright I'm going to go, don't get your knickers in a knot." Clary exhales. She really wasn't feeling the whole thing still, but she new she could never resist seeing Jace again. For she may have had the ittiest bittiest, teeniest, tiniest, most secret crush on him five years previously…
