Hello Readers! I am happy to say one of my friends got me into this series a while ago and I haven't stopped reading it since. Actually, our class it reading the Hobbit, but this is my FUN reading book(s). I've finished with Mortal Instruments so now she's making me read Infernal Devices.

So, no real pairing except a little SimonxIsabelle, and maybe a little SimonxOC. Nothing serious. This is more of a suspenseful comedy than a romance, with a little fluff.

A different friend of mine is helping me write this story, but she is currently in the process of creating a profile so I will tell you all when I get than information.

Hope you enjoy!

I do not own any of this except for my OCs (Rae, Master, and Justin) and the plot, and my friend owns her OCs (Asher, Kai, and someone she hasn't namesd yet so lets get on with the story!) Sorry for all the random characters, but the plot needed new characters. Each with their own individual personalities. Comedy break.

Please R&R if you enjoy, didn't enjoy, read, didn't read, click on, or approved this message! Kthxbi.

"Fine!" Simon yelled angrily, slamming the door behind him and stomping out onto his best friend's driveway. He could faintly hear Clary screaming at from behind him, yelling some sort of angered retort. Simon sighed, and plodded away to who knows where. But he didn't care. He just wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as possible. Meanwhile, Clary steamed as she thought about Jace's invitation. Another stupid Shadowhunter party, she'd been to three already this month with her mother, Luke, and Isabelle. Now, Jace wanted her to go to one with him, and she couldn't say no. Yet Simon was still mad about her answer. What was she supposed to say? "No, sorry, I have to go to Simon's band concert, even though I go to them every week and he just doesn't see me?" Yeah, right. She wanted to be with Jace, but the Shadowhunter parties got boring after so many. They were all the same, a speech, a banquet, some dancing, and then they'd leave. She couldn't take too many more of these, and she hoped people would stop celebrating Valentine's death at some point soon. She lay down on her bed and fell asleep, dreaming herself away from the drama to another world, a world full of darkness and despair, of shadows and demons and horrible things she could not wake up from. Her sleep was troubled, and she tossed and turned, unable to breathe.

Simon kicked aside an empty trash can in frustration. He didn't know where he was headed, just anywhere to get away from Clary. He shuffled down a long, dimly lit street, the sky darkening to dusk. He found himself going to the Institute, but he didn't want to speak to Alec or Izzy, or especially Jace. His face twisted into a mask of disgust. He spun around quickly and strode off, a single person in mind he wanted to speak with. The anger inside him welled up, and he didn't realized the path he'd been taking, but somehow he still wound up back at his apartment. Smiling satisfactorily, he headed inside and collapsed on the couch and waited for Jordan to get home.

An hour later, his roommate walked in and dropped his coat down on the counter. He walked over and turned the television on, the volume blaring. Simon woke with a start, jumping up from the couch to see Jordan doubled over laughing. Simon punched him jokingly and lay back down, trying to remember his dream.

"So," Jordan said, stifling a snicker. "Where were you this morning? I woke up and you were gone."

"I was at Clary's," Simon replied. "We went out for lunch, but then Jace called her and asked if she wanted to go to another stupid party."

"And," Jordan prompted. "Then what happened?"

"Well, she said she would go. And I'm happy for her. She'll have a great time. Yet I still feel like, ever since she became acquainted with the Shadowhunters, I feel like I've been left out of her life. We were going to go to a movie or something after the band gig on Saturday, but she just up and ditched our plans for Jace."

"And how do you feel about that?" Jordan said, leaning forward and grabbing a notebook from the table in front of the tv. He pretended to scribble something down on it and looked up at Simon, startled by his serious expression. Simon glared at him while he peeled over and burst out laughing. He finally calmed down enough to say, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

Simon took a deep breath and continued. "I just feel like I'm being left out. Like a third wheel I guess. I'm not even seeing Isabelle much anymore. I mean, I hope she has a good time, but we've had these plans for a week now, and I don't want her to just leave me all together. I feel like she's going to forget me. So I told her I was angry about that, but she just got mad and said, 'Oh why aren't you supportive of me and Jace? It's not like I said anything against you and Isabelle, did I? And it's just one night, we can go to a movie some other time.' And so I left."

He paused, finished. Jordan listened intently throughout the whole story, nodding continuously. "Make another joke and I'll punch you," Simon growled. Jordan smiled and leaned back in his chair.

"Alright, alright, no need to get angry. I think that if you really wanted to go to the movie with her, you should have told her everything you told me. She might not listen, and that's fine. Catch her at a better time. Just let her cool down for a few minutes, then talk to her."

Simon mulled over that thought for a second. "Okay," he smiled. "I'll go talk to her. Thanks man." And with that he left, pulling the door closed behind him. As he slipped on his jacket, he heard Jordan mumbling, "Why do I have to do this girly conversation stuff? I'm not a damn therapist!" Simon snorted and jogged down the flights of stairs, heading toward Clary's.

Clary's heart was beating out of her chest. She found herself running down a dark expanse of dull gray light, something chasing after her. She could not outrun it, she could not fight it, she could not see it. But she could hear it. It cackled and shrieked in her ears, its icy breath making her shiver as it slithered down her spine. She screamed, but nothing came out. She continued to run until she could not run anymore. Out of breath, she stumbled and fell against a wall.

She tried to call out, but found herself voiceless. She stared forward in horror, but she saw nothing. The cackling didn't stop. It grew louder and louder, the creature coming nearer and nearer. It yanked her hair up and her throat tightened. Her hands clasped around her own neck, choking herself unwillingly. The creature stopped shrieking and laughed menacingly in a voice much deeper than the previous. Clary began to black out, a strangled yelp escaping from her mouth. She crumpled and gave herself up to the attacker, but just before she blacked out, the air in front of her shimmered and revealed a smirking Simon. Clary collapsed and felt her breathing slow until it stopped altogether. Simon tightened his grip around Clary and dragged her off into the darkness.

A startling crash woke her suddenly. She felt clammy, her hair matted down in a cold sweat. She lay back down, trying to restore her breathing, but her heart wouldn't slow back to its normal pace. Her hands were sticky with sweat, and she felt sick to her stomach, the creature's final frightening laugh still ringing in her ears. She clasped her hands over her ears, but she couldn't block it out. It echoed inside her head.

"Clary?" whispered Jocelyn. "Is everything alright?"

Clary couldn't take it anymore. She broke down sobbing and folded into herself. Simon, oh Simon. How could she have made such a big mistake?

As he headed down the block in the cold, stinging rain, Simon's talk with Jordan came back to him. 'Just let her cool down for a few minutes'. He wiped the rain from falling in his eyes and turned the corner. He shivered, wishing he had an umbrella. His hair flattened down and stuck to the back of his neck, which bothered him. He wanted to get somewhere, anywhere, to sit and dry off for awhile.

Soon, he almost forgot about where he was going and what he was doing, as though something wiped his mind. He looked around, confused, like when he walked into his room sometimes and forgot what he was looking for. He shrugged and ducked inside a coffee shop, hoping to get away from the harsh winds and the stormy gray of the sky. He looked out the window, wiping away the dew and watched as the sky darkened and the horizon disappeared into the black of the night. Soon the lights turned on and the city was ablaze. The familiar sights made him grin. He turned back to his coffee and took out the book he had brought with him. He began to read, deeply intrigued by the suspenseful plot and cheery characters. It was a dark story, perfect for a night like this night. He picked up his coffee to take a sip, and out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a dark shape flicker. He froze, the coffee was halfway to his mouth, but when he turned to look, the shape was gone.

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