Hi. This is my first fanfiction. and ya I know the chapters short but i have been trying to write this for quite a long time, and i and finally updating it. YAY. So i really hope you little the beginning thing I have writen and if you like it I i will keep writing but if you don't review i won't be motivated to keep writing. So...Ya please read and review. :D
CHAPTER 1
Going to the Conert
"Come on Clary! We are going to be late." The other girl screams at Clary. Obviously annoyed, she finishes putting on the last touch of makeup, and reply's. "Iz, do I have too. I mean, I do not even like his music. It's girly as shit. He literally sounds like an elephant on crack, masterb-." "Clary! How can you say those awful things about him?" Isabelle rants. "His voice is like an angel, it's so melodic." "More like melousy." Clary says in a not-so-impressed tone. "What?" Isabelle obviously confused about what she just said. "Let's just go." Isabelle says, not wanting to hear, the complaints any more. "Fine let's go." Clary replies, being dragged out the door by Isabelle.
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"Ekkkkk! There he is!" screams a girl holding a sign that says, "Have my baby!" Clary looks around observing the not-so-new surrounding of Madison Square Garden. Having been there multiple times for bands she had interviewed, and had been drag to by Isabelle. Isabelle screams with almost everyone else there. "Ow my ears. Remind me again why I'm here?" Clary asks Isabelle over the screaming fans. "Because you're a supporting friend, who loves me, and would do anything in the world for me." responds Isabelle. "Are you so sure about that last bit?" Clary questions Isabelle. "What eve-." Isabelle gets cut off. By some random girl, in head to toe fan gear. "Hey do you want some back stage passes? My friend doesn't feel well, and I can't leave her." Isabelle speaks up right away. "We would love to," She says with a huge smile on her face. "How much are they?" "Here you can have them for free." Isabelle takes the passes, and thanks her. If Clary had not dragged Isabelle away, she was sure Isabelle would have started kissing the fan girls feet. "Oh My God. That was awesomely amazingly. . ." Isabelle trails off in disbelief. Realising to late Clary gets pulled through the crowd, banging into people, not being able to see where see is going. They finally arrive at the back stage door/gate/hole in the wall. Clary getting the lanyard slung around her neck by Isabelle, and watching as Isabelle does the same. "I can't believe I'm going to meet Jace Herondale, ekkk." Screeches Isabelle. "I am getting tired of this." Clary says annoyed. At that Jace, starts singing his newest song I Love You, But You Don't Love Me.
Clary's P.O.V
I quickly cover my ears as everybody in the stadium screams in excitement, except for me. God I hate Jace, although he is somewhat cute, shut up you hate him remember. How can I forget? "Isabelle please don't make me." Too late, I am now being dragged through the crowd of people swarming the back stage entrance, Isabelle's long figures surrounding my wrist. "Move out of my way!" screams Isabelle impatiently, "here are our passes." She shows the security guard and he lets us pass. "Wait, Izzy look at this," I show Isabelle the pass. "What about it?" Isabelle inquires, clearly not seeing what I'm pointing at. "It says that we have to go to a private meet and greet with the band and the crew." Shit I should not have told her. An ear-piercing screech escapes her lips. "Shut the fuck up before I hit you over the head with that microphone." I say trying to recover from the noise. As Isabelle starts walking over to the part of the back stage you can watch the concert from, she stops in her tracks mesmerized by Jace taking off his shirt. "Keep moving you little ass wipes." a male voice says from behind us. Isabelle and I whip around at the same time, but she starts talking first. "What the fuck did you just call us you little pr-" She stops finally getting a good look at the culprit. He gapes at her for a split second, but quickly recovers. "Oh sorry, I didn't realise…" He stammers, dropping the crate he was carrying, and it lands on his foot. "FUCK!" He yells, grabbing at his foot. "Smooth move." I say. Isabelle instead of laughing and walking away she rushes to his side. "Are you ok?" she inquires. "Yeah I'm totally fine," he says, not very convincingly, trying to stand up and falling back down again. "You are clearly not fine. Here let me help you." She leans down and helps him up. "Thanks. I'm Simon." He says holding out his hand for Isabelle to shake. "Isabelle." She says in return, taking his hand and shaking it. He smiles at her, and she smiles back. I poke Isabelle in the arm to get her attention. She looks at me, coming out of her daze. "What?" "I can't believe I am actually saying this but we need to get to the back stage." "I can show you the way." Simon says smiling at Isabelle.