Unexpected Love

A/N: Hey! This is my first fanfic so if anything is wrong or you have any suggestions don't be afraid to tell me! I need all the help I can get ;) thanks for reading! Enjoy!

My name is Clary Morgenstern, though I prefer to go by Clary Fray. The name Morgenstern just reminds me of a bad past. I live in an orphanage with 14 other kids, me being one of the oldest at 16. When your 16, people don't really bother to adopt you anymore so I have been forced to get a job and save money for when I can leave and get an apartment of my own. I work at a small café called Java. I basically work as entertainment. Singing and playing guitar with my band. Some call it work, I call it an escape. When I perform I feel like I am normal and to me, that's very refreshing.

It's Sunday morning and I wake up at 8:00 A.M. and get ready. All the other kids are still asleep thankfully so I have about a half hour to jump in the shower and get ready. When I am out of the shower I do my best to tame my long, red, unruly hair. Eventually I give up and leave it to dry until I put it up in its usual high ponytail. My outfit consists of a white tank top, black skinny jeans, and a long gray sweater that hangs on my petite frame. I slip on my gray combat boot, apply mascara, eyeliner, and foundation and I am out the door before anyone knows I was there. On my way out the door I forget to grab my guitar case so I have to quickly run back up the attic (my room) and snatch it quickly. This time though, on my way down the stairs I am stopped by Luke. Luke is the 32 year old man that basically takes care of all of us when he isn't working at the bookstore to try and feed all of us.

He looks at me accusingly as if it was wrong for me to leave the orphanage without saying goodbye, but soon his cold stare softens and he says "up already sunshine?" Luke has known me since I was eight years old. The day I came here.

I give him a weak smile and a shrug as I pass him and head out the door. I walk all the way to Java, weaving through the morning crowd of people that roam the streets of New York City. When I reach the café, I see that I am the last one of my band here. Simon, main drummer and also my best friend, gives me a wide smile and says sarcastically, "Ah! Finally the queen decides to grace us with her presence!" Eric- head pianist- and Johnny (who plays basically every instrument known to man) both laugh and I don't feel like arguing without my morning coffee so I just roll my eyes dramatically.

Sam- waiter- gives me a win and brings over my regular cup of strong Columbian coffee with no sugar no cream. "Damn Clary! How the hell do you drink that stuff? I can barely stand to smell it without convulsing!" exclaims Johnny. "Hey I have to energy somehow. Talking to you would just put me to sleep even faster." He gives me a playful scowl and begins to tune his bass guitar as I get my martin guitar and strum a few cords to get warmed up.

It suddenly becomes strange to me that out of all the time I spend with these three guys, only Si knows that I live in an orphanage, though of course it's not usually something I share with everyone I meet.

Because it is Sunday morning, the café is packed with people reading, to people talking with friends. Every table is full and every couch is filled to maximum capacity. I give a small smirk before turning on the microphone and addressing the regular audience. I have been playing for Java so long that I am starting to become familiar with the customers. I know almost everyone here as I scan the audience that is until my eyes land on probably the most gorgeous person I have ever seen.

He could be classified as golden or an angel. He had golden blonde hair with honey colored eyes to match. A perfect tan that seemed 100% natural and his arms and chest were toned and muscular. He was so handsome but I didn't want to seem like a stalker so I quickly diverted my eyes from him before he could catch me staring.

I turn on the microphone and say, "check one two one two. Okay everybody how are you doing today?" there is a chorus of 'goods' and I continue saying, "most of you know me but for all you new comers my name is Clary. This is Simon, Johnny, and Eric and we will be playing a couple songs for you today." I flash a very charming smile as I notice the golden guy staring very intently at me but I refuse to let a blush creep onto my cheeks. "This is a song called 'When I was Younger'." I begin to strum my guitar and I hear the piano play as the steady drum beat begins and the deep hum of the bass sounds throughout the room. Everything is so surreal that I almost forget about the song until I feel the urge to sing.

"When I was younger

I told my mother, 'I say one day I'm gonna make you proud'

Now that I'm older, it's so much harder

To say those words out loud.

You're growing taller

A little smarter and one day your gonna leave home

Or will you look like

Your mothers father, when you are fully grown?

Oooh ooh oh ooh oooh

When I was younger, I asked my father

'Why are we so human?'

Now that I'm older, I think I figured it out

We're just doin' what we can

Oooh ooh oh ooh oooh

Cuz' I won't, I won't lay you down

I won't lay you, I won't, I won't lay you down, oh now

I won't, I won't lay you down, I won't lay you'

I won't, I won't lay you down, oh now

When I was younger, I told my mother

'I say one day, I'm gonna make you proud.'"

There was a moment of dead silence before an eruption of applause flooded the room. I told the crowd thank you as I looked around the room. My eyes once again landed on the mysterious golden stranger and I felt myself compelled to make his acquaintance. This time he sees me looking and locks his eyes on mine. He slips me a sly smirk that immediately tells me 'danger danger!' We perform a few more songs as people leave and come in but the whole time, that golden boy stays in his chair at th4e back corner. I can feel his eyes burn into me as I play song after song. By the time we are done for the day it is 3:30 P.M.

We pack up our stuff and everyone goes their separate ways. As always, I am the last person of the band to leave the café and as soon as I set my guitar into its case I feel a soft tap on my shoulder. I whip my head around only to meet the golden honey eyes of the teenager that stayed for six and a half hours just to listen to me play. "I'm sorry but I couldn't help but notice that you are amazing up there. Forgive my cheesiness" he tells me in a silky voice. "Oh, uh well thanks," I say as I extend a hand out to him to shake. "I'm Clary. I have never seen you around here before. You new in town?" He shakes my hand and says, "Yeah, how'd ya guess?" He laughs a little but I don't seem to pick up on what's so funny as I give him a confused look. "Never heard of sarcasm, have ya red?" I roll my eyes and say, "my names Clary, as I told you, and yes I am actually an expert when it comes to the art of sarcasm."

"Oh I stand corrected," he says, clearly mocking me. I shoot him a soft glare and continue to lock my guitar case. "My name's Jace by the way," he tells me. Still concentrating on the stubborn locks of the case I say, "Nice to meet you Jace." I get my locks clicked into place and pick up the guitar casually. "So, I guess I will be seeing you around then?" I ask. "Yeah, I hope so." I turn around quickly before he can see the blush creep on my cheeks and hurry out the door, back onto the streets of mayhem.

JPOV-

I couldn't help but feel mystified by this girl. She was gorgeous and so talented. Wait, gorgeous? Where did that come from? Jace Lightwood does not call a girl gorgeous. Maybe all I need is a good hook-up in order to get my head back in place. But still, I still can't shake the feeling that I want to see this girl again.

A/N: hey guys! This is my first fanfic so thanks for reading! I do not own mortal instruments or any of the characters. They all belong to Cassie! I will be updating a lot hopefully!

Credits: Song- When I was Younger- by. Liz Lawrence. Check out that song it is really good and is exactly how I imagined Clarys singing voice. Thanks again for reading and tell me any changes or suggestions you want to see in the next chapter!