"What the hell was that for?!" I yell at my older brother Jonathan. I jump out of bed soaking wet and attempt to shove him against the wall, which resulted in a snicker at my weakness.

"Well, dear sister, it was to wake your lazy butt up." He turns around and walks away laughing.

Grumbling profanities, I head to the bathroom to take a shower and other preparations to start my day. Once in my walk-in closet, I grab random articles of clothing, which happen to be denim cutoffs and a Jace Wayland concert tee. Oops… Better put that back. Can't wear that out today. Wouldn't want to ruin my reputation.I replace it with a black, studded muscle tee and quickly change. After brushing my fiery mess of hair and putting on some eyeliner and mascara, I jog down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Morning Matt" I yell while skipping into the kitchen, greeting our personal assistant. He's a great friend to have around.

"Well aren't you perky today? You do know its 1pm right?" He says with a smirk.

"WHAT?" I yell. My facial expression must have been priceless because Matt is in hysterics. He spits his coffee out and wets his shirt. He groans before grabbing some napkins while I laugh at his misery.

"Karma Matt, Karma" I giggle, grabbing an apple, and heading over to Isabelle's house.

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I decide to be sneaky today, so I pick the lock on the front door and run up to her room. I hide under her bed and wait for my poor victim to arrive. Izzy finally walks into her room and sits on her bed, with her feet dangling off the side. Go time…I grab her foot and pull her off the bed and she is screaming bloody murder. After calling out for help multiple times, I finally let go and peek out from under, trying to maintain an innocent face. I fail miserably when I see Isabelle's face turn so red that she could put tomatoes to shame. I crawl out from under and begin to roll in hysterics. I'm laughing so hard, I can barely breathe and I have tears streaming down my face.

After a few minutes of my laughter, I see Isabelle sitting on her bed looking completely murderous. I slowly sit up and calmly sit next to her. I wait for her response and begin to become concerned when she doesn't speak for 5 minutes.

"Izzy? You alright?" I stare, waiting for a response that doesn't come. "Izzy? Look, I'm sorry I scared you. I was just playing around." Still no response to anything. "Izzy? Come on, I'm sorry!" After multiple tries, I begin leave when I hear her sigh. I turn to her and see her shaking her head, laughing under her breath. Instant relief fills me when I realize I didn't screw up too badly with Isabelle.

"Ya know something Clarissa?" I instantly freeze when I hear my full name. I'm in some deep trouble now… "I absolutely hate you." She says this with a huge smile so I realize she didn't mean it. I laugh and sit next to her.

"I hate you more Isabelle." I give her a hug and feel her freeze when I say her full name. The feeling is mutual…She soon hugs me back and I know she forgave me.

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After talking about random garbage for a bit, we find the topic we have been waiting for.

" So Izzy... Ready for tonight?" I watch as Isabelle's eyes widen in excitement and then turn completely serious.

She turns looking too serious for the occasion until she breaks and begins screaming with glee. I join in after a few seconds. We join hands and jump in a circle just like when we were kids.

We're yelling "WE'RE GOING TO SEE JACE! WE'RE GOING TO SE-"

Alec, Isabelle's brother, burst through the door with a frying pan, poised to attack. Izzy and I compose ourselves before giggling at Alec's weapon of choice.

"Really Alec? You come in ready to attack when we are fangirling, but not when I was screaming bloody murder because someone was grabbing me from under the bed?" Isabelle says accusingly.

"Well... umm... It was Clary after all so..." He stutters out an excuse which is quickly cut off by Isabelle, groaning, and pushing him out the door.

She walks back to me and we resume our excitement in whispers. After a few more minutes of happiness, we calm down and flop onto her bed.

"Izzy... you do know we can never tell anyone about this right?" I say in whispers.

"No duh Clary. I wouldn't ruin our reputations with something as silly as this." She reassures me before grabbing her purse and keys and telling me the sentence I've been dreading all week.

" Let's go shopping!"