Raindrops danced around on the roof of Simon's bedroom as he lay awake in bed thinking. He'd got into a habit of doing that a lot lately, thinking. Thinking about life. His life had changed a lot in a short space of time, all because his best friend Clary found out she was a shadowhunter. In one day her life had been turned upside down when Valentine, her Mum's ex-husband with a grudge, had kidnapped her Mum and hidden her. Of course Clary had to go and save her, and he couldn't let her go alone, so along he went on a mission to find Jocelyn Fray, and save her. Anyway, long story short, they'd found Mrs Fray, fought off the bad guys and came home. But that wasn't the end of it all, this shadowhunter business; Clary wouldn't stop going on about them. Especially that guy, what was he called? Jake. No, Jason. No, it wasn't Jason… Simon couldn't care less about him anyway; he was just a stuck-up brat who mildly resembled a Ken doll. Jace. That was it. Jace Wayland, shadowhunter extraordinaire. He'd managed to impress Clary with a few fancy knives and a couple of high kicks in the right direction, and now she was obsessed with him. Jace this, Jace that, Jace can do that, Jace is so good at this. Honestly, it was pathetic; Simon couldn't be bothered with anything romantic, and he didn't see what was so special about this Jace anyway. Just because he looked like a Calvin Klein model and had abs of steel didn't mean that he was deserving of Clary. He'd have to prove himself in some other category other than looks before he satisfied Simon.
As he listened to the storm outside his window, he thought more about his new life, and the new people he'd met. Clary was coming by tomorrow, and no doubt she'd want to go and see them again – the shadowhunters. Simon supposed they weren't all that bad, he'd seen some good come from them, and they did look after Clary who was like a sister to him, he was just sick of this Jace. At one point Jace had even had the cheek to accuse Simon of being jealous of him! Jealous of what, Clary's affection? Little did Jace know, Clary wasn't exactly his type. His type was more… Well his type was men. One man in particular. Alec Lightwood. The way his dark hair hung over his ocean blue eyes reduced Simon's legs to jelly, he was beautiful. But Simon wasn't in to anything romantic.
Sleep slowly clutched at Simon, and dragged him into a serene dream world. As he finally passed over into this peaceful land, his last thought was of Alec, and his dreams would be filled with him too.