City of Bones

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"Clay! Have you seen my Da Vinci books?"

"On the top cabinet, dad!" replied 15 year old Clay Fray whilst pushing the buttons to the TV. His father, John Fray sat down on the arm chair opening his books. "You staying in tonight?" he asked as he flipped through the pages forgetting her had a bookmark. Clay looked over his shoulder at his father and flicked the orange locks away from his face. "No, Sam and I are going to that new club down the street. The Pandemonium." He heard the flipping of the pages stop and he looked away from the TV and back at John who was staring at him with a certain concern printing his face. "Pandemonium?" he echoed and Clay nodded slowly at him, "Yeah, dad. Pandemonium."

"You sure you don't wanna stay in watch a movie, buddy?" John asked and Clay could hear the hope in his father's voice. He slowly turned his face to look at him giving him a 'Are you serious?' look. Seeming to get the message, John quickly pulled back his long red hair and gave a thoughtful look. "I'm just saying we never really hang out anymore." He shrugged and Clay could tell straight away that he was using the old father and son time as an excuse. "Well," Clay began sarcastically, "We're spending time together now and I'm not really enjoying it." John frowned and just when he was about to protest, the doorbell rang. After sighing, John stood up and walked over to the door and opened it to a short brunette with long curly hair, dark brown eyes and a pair of glasses. She smiled brightly and stood up straight, "Hey Mr Fray!" she greeted warmly. John gave a tired smile and nodded, "Hi Sam. Clay! Sam's he-"

"Yeah, yeah dad, I can hear." Clay said standing beside him as he tugged on his hoodie jacket and looked at Sam. "Let's go." She nodded and without looking back at John, Clay headed out the apartment with Sam and heard his dad yell, "I want you back by 9, mister!"

"9:30!" Clay yelled back without facing him. He saw Sam look back and wave, "Later Mr F!" She then quickly skipped back to his side and they walked down the stair case. "You got the address?" Clay asked as he zipped up his jacket. He heard Sam chuckle as she took out two club passes from her brown leather jacket pocket and smiled. "Would I ever let you down?" She said proudly and Clay smiled, "Let's go then."