Yo guys! Wowwwww, haven't written a fanfic since like…a year or two? So sorry for the ones who have been patient to read my other fanfics, but I just couldn't resist this little idea! Plus, I'm trying to write my own novel so I got distracted XP Anyways, enjoy!

Clary stared out the window, watching the way a brightly colored leaf floated against the wind. It made a little journey down the tree bark and finally landed on the pavement below. More leaves followed the little one's descent, slowly making a pile of red, yellow, and orange. She sighed and rested her forehead on the cold glass. Autumn was a perfect time to run around silly in the park and playfully push your friend into the mountain of leaves. She smiled at the thought.

A year has passed. Shouldn't it be easier by now?

Well, apparently not.

In fact, the growing ache in her heart grew even more painful the longer he was away. She unconsciously clutched her shirt in attempt to suppress the depression that slowly crawled over her. She promised she would be strong, both for her and him. But sometimes the smiles felt void, the laughs seemed weak, and most importantly the efforts of finding a new guy was terrifying. Sure, the guys at school were sort of cute, but they never caught her eye the way he did.

The redhead twirled her pencil around her fingers absently. She had a strong urge to draw − at least that side of her didn't go away – but she didn't have a clue as to what to sketch. Valentine, her father, was off at work like usual. Well, even if he was at home, he wouldn't even bother to help his little girl in finding inspiration. He only went home early if he forgot his keys or something. Jocelyn Fray died when Clary was just a toddler. Her father wasn't the perfect parent, but at least with his absence, she could freely go out of the house without being questioned. Yup, that was the life.

With new resolution, she pulled on a pair of sneakers and a long green coat from her closet. Her sketchpad and pencil were tucked safely under her arm before she headed outside. The cold weather greeted her like an old friend as she strolled around the neighborhood. Yeah, the scenery was gorgeous, but she wasn't in the mood in drawing trees with almost no leaves.

Her feet dragged her across memory lane. They had walked these streets for years, and last year, Jonathon had left for college. It was so much lonelier without him. He'd ruffle her hair when she did something stupid, or steal her snacks when she wasn't looking, or dump a pillow at her face to wake her up in the morning.

She spotted one of her favorite cafes across the street. A large grin broke on her face when she inhaled the sweet aroma of chocolate, and ran inside the inviting warmth. People chattered around, waiters calling out orders to each other, and the sound was surprisingly pleasant to her.

She walked up to the counter.

The boy in front of her didn't seem to notice as he idly played with his phone. She never saw him here, so he must've been new. He had curly blonde hair, golden eyes that sparkled with mischief, and a ridiculously tall body that easily towered her small frame. She felt a little out of place with her red hair, emerald eyes and childish freckles.

Clary cleared her throat. "Excuse me?" She said.

Finally, he took his eyes off the screen, looked around, but only got a confused look. "Lower your eyes," She muttered with an irritated voice.

His gaze fell to her impatient one. "Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there!" He casted her a flirtatious smirk that made her blush a bit. "What can I get you, little girl?"

"I am not a little girl. I'm sixteen for crying out loud!"

The blonde's expression turned doubtful. "Uh, yeah, whatever you say, kid. Anyways, what do you want?"

"Hot chocolate."

He chuckled as he went to prepare her order. A couple of minutes later, her delicious drink came into her grasp. She quickly paid for it, but before she could go find an empty table, she heard him call, "You really should've ordered some milk for those tiny legs!"

A few snickers sounded behind her as she flushed deep red. Clary glared at him and he returned it with a wink. Thinking he wasn't worth it, she quickly sat down and laid out her sketchpad on the table. The sweetness of chocolate melted in her stomach while she was thinking of something to draw. The poodle sitting on the bench seemed cute, and the bird perching on one of the branches also seemed interesting, but they didn't call to her or anything.

Clary's eyes drifted to the blonde boy at the counter. He was looking at her with his smirk plastered to his face. Being the adult that she was, she stuck out her tongue at him and focused on the task at hand again. Well, that new guy was attractive. And without thinking too much on it, she started sketching.

But what she wasn't aware of was when he suddenly dropped himself on the seat across from her a few minutes later.

"You were staring at me," He suddenly commented.

"I…what?" Clary wasn't the usual one to stuttered, but his words surprised her so bad she literally couldn't think.

"A kid like you checking out a hot high school guy like me. Oh, what will your parents say, dear girl?" He winked at her when she yet again blushed.

"I was not checking you out!"

"You so were. And by the way…" He snatched the pad from her fingers and scanned it with an amused look. "Aha! You even drew me!" Clary forcefully took her book back. "But seriously, is my hair that curly? Should I straighten it or something?" He made a show of fingering a lock of blonde hair.

"Aren't you going to get in trouble for flirting in the middle of work?"

"Nah, Luke's used to it. Besides, he can't afford to fire me. Since I came here a couple of days ago, the place has been buzzing with new customers! Well, girls mostly, but still customers."

"You must be so proud."

"Well, loving yourself is an important part of life."

"There's a fine line between 'loving yourself' and 'thinking you're a god'."

"Eh, same thing."

Clary rolled her eyes before standing up, her supplies in her arms.

"Whoa, where're you going?"

"Where there isn't a guy who flirts every five minutes."

"Actually, I flirt every two minutes. But hey, if it helps you sleep at night, let's go with that."

The redhead groaned loudly. What was this guy's deal? Wasn't he aware that she wasn't interested? Yeah, she drew him, only because he looked unique. His awesome hair got her attention, really. But no way was she getting herself caught up with this troublemaker. "Goodbye, you flirt." She stepped out of the café, immediately missing the warm cup of chocolate. Well, she could always get another tomorrow. Hopefully, Blonde Boy wouldn't be there tomorrow.

Yikes, was she ever wrong.

The day after, he was waving at her from the counter as she walked in. Apparently, her luck pretty much sucked. So it was either: Going home in the freezing air, or get over the hot blonde and finally have something to warm her up?

She chose the first.

But before she could turn on her heel, large hands cupped her shoulders and guided her back inside. She didn't have to look up to see who it was. "Flirt, what are you doing?" Clary demanded. She was pushed down so she had to sit on the same chair from yesterday.

"You can't seriously be choosing the cold instead of me, Red," He pouted. Wow, he was cute even in that ridiculous expression.

"Yep, that's pretty much it. So, can I go now?"

"No way. Are you buying another hot chocolate or not?"

"Do I have to put up with you?"

"If you're feeling lucky, darling."

"Thank goodness my luck is terrible, then. Okay, Blonde Boy, give me the hottest chocolate you've got."

Much to her surprise, he laughed and sat down. It was de ja vu in a not so funny way. His chin was resting on his knuckle as he grinned at her. "Where's the hot chocolate? All out?"

"Nope. You said 'hottest chocolate I've got' so, here I am! I'm the hottest thing around here, babe."

"Blonde, seriously, I got school tomorrow. I have to get my chocolate before I have another rough week of torture in class."

After a little pushing and kicks, he finally got back with a familiar white cup in his hand. When Clary reached out for it, he pulled his arm back, effectively getting the delicious thing away from her grasp. "Not so fast, Red," He smirked. "First, you gotta give me something in return."

"Dude, I paid you already!"

"No, money wasn't what I meant."

The shorter girl huffed. "What do you want?"

"Ah, there's a long list of that, really. World domination, the 'sexiest man alive' title, the best hair gel in the world−"

"I don't have all day!" She reached out again, but the cup slipped right out of her fingers. Why did she have to be so small?!

"Okay, jeez, you short-stuffs sure have a temper," He cleared his throat and held out his free hand to her. She stared at him like he was trying to give her a dead rat. "I'm Jace Lightwood, future king of the universe. And your name is?"

"Uhh…" Her name? That was all? Huh, weird guy, but okay. She took his hand awkwardly. "Clary Fray, future queen of sketches."

And then she finally got her hot chocolate.

Yeah, short, I know. If I get no reviews, then I won't continue. So, please tell me what you think and I'll update as soon as possible ;)