This is my first and last disclaimer: I do NOT own The Mortal Instruments, Cassandra Clare does. I wish I did though.

I came up with the idea for this story when I read the Embrace series by Jessica Shirvington. So a lot of the credits go to her! Just don't say I didn't warn you. : ) (That was the best devil/I am an angel smile I could get, I will work on that.)

I hope you enjoy please read and review, I love to hear what people think of my stories. So thanks again, talk to you at the bottom.

This story will be written from Clary's POV.

"What the hell do you mean!" I screamed at him. The one who I thought was the only one for me, well apparently things change a little to quick.

"You're the product of an angel and a human, you could easily the death of everyone on this planet." he said.

"There is no such thing as angels. I am an atheist!" I tried to deny it. It didn't help at the least.


~One Week Earlier~

I opened the door to the apartment my dad and I shared. My birthday dinner was in about three hours, which gives me just enough time to call my best friend of nine years and get her to come over and help me get dressed. He would be there and I had to look drop dead gorgeous. After all he had been my crush for three years. If that isn't love, then I don't know what love is.

I dialed her number into my cell phone. I rang two times before she answered.

"Hey Izzy, can you come over early to help me get dressed?" I asked her.

"Yeah, where are we going to eat?" she asked. She was going to end bringing her whole closet when I told her we were going to Taki's.

"You know that really new and fancy restaurant, oh what is it called again?" I asked waiting to here her expression when she understood which one I meant.

"Taki's!" she screamed into her phone. "I will be over in five, I am so excited."

"Okay, see you soon." I told her just before she hit the end button on the call. Five minutes in her time was practically twenty, especially when she is bringing her whole closet. That gave me just enough time to take a quick shower and let her dry my hair.

I walked across my room and into the bathroom. I just happen to have a master bedroom, my father is a very wealthy man. I don't like to use money to get anything in life that I want. I hardly ever ask him for money, why should I, he is the one that earned it. I have a job at the mall in Forever 21, once you get a job in the mall you will have a very deep hatred for it after a week and will never want to go there to buy anything again.

I turned on the water and undressed. I jumped into the shower, literally, I took a running leap in to the shower.


I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the fluffy towel around my head, and put my bath robe around my small body. I was about 5'2 and was turning seventeen. What kind of seventeen year old is 5'2? My height used to be my favorite thing about myself, and then all of a sudden everyone in the grade changed over one summer's time. The boy's who looked like they couldn't hurt a fly now looked like twelve year old body builders and had to shave. Then most of the girls in the grade shot up to about 5'7 within three months.

I don't know what happened to me though. I guess I would be staying in my little body for the rest of my long life. At least I hope I have a long life, I don't want to be twenty-five and die from a gunshot. Or at the age of fifty and die of cancer. Luckily cancer doesn't run in my family so I think I will be fine, I have to be. I can't die before I go on a date with him.

The door to my room slammed open and in stormed my best friend, Isabelle. She walked in with her arms full of dresses that would make me look like a hooker. After all I would be going to dinner with my father and two of my closest friends. One of which I wanted to be more than friends with. Stop thinking about him, can't you just think about getting ready. Yes, I can think about getting ready to impress him. Said a little voice in my head which I happen to despise.

"Earth to Clary, are you dead or something?" Izzy screamed into my ear. My head jerked back. Bigmouth. When I didn't answer I guess she took that answer answer to the question. "I will start to plan the funeral. What color flowers do you want?"

"I think I will want pink, orange, and yellow flowers. Just to liven things up." I had just said the stupidest pun I have ever come up with.

We kept a straight face while staring at each other for a while, but then all of a sudden we burst out laughing.

"So are you going to help me get the rest of the dresses out the car?" she asked ignoring the fact that I was in a towel, apparently.

"I would, but you know. I happen to be in a towel!" I screamed at her, we collapsed onto the bed laughing incredibly hard.

"Okay fine, I will be back with the rest soon." she said standing up and walking out the door. "Until then set up my makeup on the vanity."

I walked over to the biggest bag I had ever seen and opened it. It was a suit case for God's sake. I picked it up and lugged it to the vanity. I set it down on the little table part and sat down waiting for her to come back with her arms loaded full of dresses. Sure enough, she walked through the door with about twenty more dresses.

"Dress first. Then hair. And finally make up." she said practically jumping up and down with joy.

"Okay fine." I said. "Let me my on my bra and panties at least."

She just sat on the bed and turned around. I shimmied into to my panties and clipped my bra on. I put the robe back on and sat walked over to her.

"Which one do you want me to try on first?" I asked looking at the two mountains of clothing. She stood up and dug through the piles of dresses. She stayed this way for about thirty second before she came up for air holding a long, flowing, purple dress. It wasn't my favorite.

"Try this one on." she instructed me. She turned around while I put it on. I slipped it over my head and pulled it down a little bit.

"You can turn around now. How do I look?" I asked doing a twirl.

"Let's put it in the maybe pile." she said that was her way of saying that it wasn't a great look for me.

"Hey Iz, may I pick the next one I try on?" I asked her.

"Sure, but the black one with the open back is mine. Sorry it is just how it is." she said. I didn't want the stupid black dress. I have been eyeing a black and silver short dress. It had a skirt the flared out and a silver sequined top.

I pulled it out of the middle of the pile and turned to Izzy, who had just put on her dress.

"I think, yes. Try it on." she commanded and turned around. "You can keep it if you want I never even took the tags off of that one."

I slipped it over my head and turned around to look in the mirror. Wow.It fit me perfectly. It was just the right length, it made me look like I actually had a chest, and with the perfect heels it could make me look lime I had long legs.

"Izzy, I think I am in love." I said, and she shot up and turned around.

"My little Clary has grown up." Izzy said, she looked like she was on the verge of tears. I couldn't blame her either, I looked great." You look amazing Clary you have to wear that."

She squealed and I nodded my head up and down, my red hair flying all over the place.

"Shoes we need shoes." she screamed all of a sudden. "Do you have any that would go with the dress?"

"Actually, I think those sparkly silver heels you gave me for the winter ball might go with my dress, and it might just work." I ran over to the closet and pulled them out of the corner. They were about four inches but I didn't care, if they go with the dress I am wearing them. I slipped them onto my feet and showed Izzy.

"I love it, now lets tame your hair." she said. She grabbed her purse and led me to the makeup table. "Your hair is already dry, somehow, so one less thing to worry about."

"Okay." I said. Waiting for the pain to begin, but it didn't Izzy just took out a small bottle of frizz control and put a couple of dabs into her hand.

"I will put this is your hair to help you with the frizz and then, well you will just have to see." she smiled at me.

"Thank you for everything Iz." I told her while she ran her long fingers through my hair.

"No problem, that is what best friends do." she said. Once she finished rubbing the liquid into my hair her took out four silver sparkly pins out of her bag.

"A smart woman always comes prepared." she said while twisting my hair up and putting the pins in.

"Now we will do your makeup." she said turning me around to face her.

She took out a pack of eye shadow which contained black,gold, and silver in one. She out on the eye shadow and my mascara and pulled out some concealer and some nude colored lipstick. She spread the concealer out on my face and put the lipstick on my lips. She turned me around and I looked in the mirror stunned at my reflection.

"You look amazing Clary, now we can go and meet your dad at the restaurant." We walked down the stairs and I saw him. What was he doing here?

My computer is about to die so I ended it kind of quickly. I hope you enjoyed. I don't really have a schedule for when I update I just do it whenever I want. Thank you for reading.

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