I do not own the mortal instruments or the characters in this story unless I state otherwise. I just came up with the idea for the fanfic.
Isabelle had always been a tad bit jealous of mundanes. Sure, she loved being a Shadowhunter. Who wouldn't? But sometimes she envied the mundanes. Their lives were so simple, so easy, compared to hers. She felt stupid for envying them. After all, she did protect them. Without her their lives would probably be a hell of a lost worse than they are.
But that didn't stop her curiosity. What was it like to be a mundane? To just go out and have fun with your friends, not having to worry about killing some demon? She wanted to know. She was determined to know. And that is why she's sneaking out of the Institute, dressed like she's going to a party. She is going to a party, technically. Pandemonium's an all age's club, so it's like a party. "What're you doing?"
Isabelle jumps, putting her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. She may be a Shadowhunter, but that doesn't mean she doesn't get caught off guard sometimes. She sees Jace, leaning against the wall. He looks amused and interested. "Nothing," Isabelle says quickly.
"Doesn't look like nothing," Jace says, starting to walk towards her. "Are you sneaking out?"
Isabelle meets his gaze, "Maybe."
Jace smirks. Where're you going?" Isabelle sighs.
"Pandemonium," she says, meeting his gaze again. Jace's amused expression changes to a confused one.
"Why are you going to Pandemonium? We weren't planning on going tonight, there's not supposed to be that many demons," he says.
Isabelle sighs, again. "That's the point."
Jace tilts his head, his eyes lighting up, as if he's just realized what she's planning on doing.
"Why?" he asks. "What's the point in going and pretending like you're one of them?"
"Because," Isabelle says, starting to push past him. "Just let me go, and don't tell."
"I won't tell if you let me go with you," Jace replies, already walking beside her. Isabelle simply nods, not in the mood to argue and ready to take whatever she can get.
Simon hated Pandemonium, Clary knew that. Yet he still agreed to go with her every time she asked. He's a great friend like that. Simon made stupid comments while he and Clary danced. Clary would laugh and take another sip of her drink as she continued to dance. She was pretty sure she was terrible, but she felt better dancing with Simon. He was a worse dancer than her, definitely.
"It's crowded tonight," Simon calls over the music. Clary nods her head in agreement. In just the last five minutes more than five people had bumped into her on the dance floor. Simon opens his mouth to say something else but Clary cuts him off.
"Shit!" she exclaims. Someone dancing by them spilled his drink on her. He mumbled an apology and went back to dancing as Clary started to push past the crowd to get something to clean herself up with. As Clary finally gets past the crowd on the dance floor and reaches the bathroom, she accidently runs into someone else. "Sorry," Clary blurts, looking up at the girl she ran into.
The girl has long black hair and is wearing a very pretty white dress; it's much prettier than the black dress Eric's new girlfriend picked out for Clary. "It's okay, hey, you okay?" the girl says, looking at Clary's dress. It now has a noticeable white spot on the hip.
"I'm fine. Some asshat just spilled their drink on me," Clary replies, looking back at the spot. The girl laughs and Clary looks back up at her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you. It's just funny that you said 'asshat'," the girl says, smiling. "My names Isabelle, by the way," the girl adds.
"Clary," Clary replies. She smiles back at the girl. A minute later a boy walks up to them. He's tall, he has blonde hair and golden eyes.
Clary glares at him. "You," she says, poking him on his shoulder. "You spilled your drink on me!" The boy simply shrugs his shoulders.
"It was an accident," he says with a sarcastic smile. Isabelle looks horrified for a moment.
"Jace!" she exclaims. "You spilled your drink on Clary! Did you at least say sorry?"
"No, he didn't say sorry," a fourth voice replies. Clary looks over to see Simon standing behind her. "I've been looking for you. I lost you somewhere on the dance floor," he says to Clary. Clary nods as Simon steps up, so he's now standing beside her. His shoulder touches Clary's because he's standing so close.
"This is my friend Simon. Simon, this is Isabelle. I accidently ran into her. Isabelle, this is my-" Clary freezes, looking past Jace's shoulder. There's a boy standing a few feet back. He has shockingly light hair, and his eyes appear to be all black. That shouldn't be surprising as some weird people hang around Pandemonium, but for some reason, this boy has Clary's attention. "Simon," Clary says a minute later.
"He's your Simon?" Jace says, making a face. Clary turns to look at him. She had forgotten Jace and Isabelle where there.
Clary ignores him and turns to back to Simon. "Do we know that boy?" she asks. Simon turns to see who Clary is referring to.
"What boy? Clary, are you okay?" Simon says, turning to look at Clary. Clary looks back to see the boy walking away. She doesn't know why, but she feels like she should follow. She just has to follow the boy, she needs to talk to him. So, instead of replying, she takes off running.