In. Out. In. Out. In Out. In Out. InOutInOut. My breathing increased, and the little line on the machine next to me jolted and twisted. My sister, Isabelle, let out a ragged breath and smiled, turning to the handsome blond boy beside her, and he in turn grinned like only a sarcastic, attractive, I-am-10x-better-than-you-and-know-it, teenage boy could. "Is this what it was like for you two?" Jace, as that was his name, asked. Isabelle frowned at him, and held a finger to her lips, pointing at me. "N-nn-nnoooo. No. I-Izzy. It-it's okay." I stammered, and the tall, silent man, or should I say Silent Brother, next to me looked down. Silent. It does you no good to talk. It would do your - your Jace some good, however. I smirked, knowing both Jace and Izzy heard it too. Jace frowned. "Says the one who never talks. I mearly talk to fill the air with my meloudious voice." Hmph. Brother Cimon II, turned away, and left the room. He left behind him a silent room. "I didn't know Silent Brothers could hold a grudge. All I did was break his cepter thingy." The door burst open, and a small figure burst in, red hair all over the place, followed by my boyfriend, Magnus, my very own sparkly warlock. Magnus' hair was held perfectly in its dyed and sprayed place, and his scarf was flung around his neck carelessly. "Alexander!" He cried, and I groaned. "Watch this!" Behind Magnus, a TV was being wheeled in. Magnus was holding a remote, I noticed belatedly. He hit play, and an ad showed about some sparkly perfume thing. Magnus was grinning. "I named it after us! Malec…" He zoned off. Oh no, Magnus did not invent that. I collapsed again.
Now 18-year-old Clary Fray looked up from her book. "Hmmm?" She glanced up at her best friend, Simon Lewis. The vampire. Simon muttered to himself, and Clary got annoyed. "What?" She glanced back at her book. Simon was looking worried. All of a sudden, the front door banged open. Clary jumped up, straightening her green-blue sweater. "This." Simon hissed. Magnus strode through the door. "Clary, honey, darling! I need a favor. Isabelle wouldn't do it." Clary groaned, and Magnus smiled. "Great!" He pulled something out of his pocket and sprayed it on her face. "Wha-aak!" Clary jumped back, but Magnus was too busy admiring his work. Clary looked down, and screamed. She was glitt-ified. Head to toe. And smelled like-well, like oranges mixed with chocolate. Simon cringed. Magnus grinned. "Fab! Let's go!" He pulled Clary out the door. Or, attempted to. Clary smacked him, and he rubbed his arm. "Ouch." He whined, and Clary ran up the stairs. Less then a minute later, the shower was running. Magnus smirked. "It doesn't come off in the shower! It only comes off when you kiss my boyfriend!" He pulled another bottle out of his pocket. Wow, he has deep pockets. Simon reflected, before getting sprayed. All that you could hear from the Fray/Fairchild house that day was screams and showers running.
