Hey everyone! This is actually my first fanfic… ever. So yeah, I would really appreciate if you all would be gentle… Haha just kidding! I've had this chapter pre-written for a while, but I've just now decided to post it because I'm kinda scared that I'll never get it done and I'm babbling, so enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story, all of it belongs to Cassandra Clare, but there may be a few later on as it progresses.

Clary

"So, who do you think would win in a fight? Sylar, or Spock?" Simon asked me.

Simon's been my best friend for as long as I can remember, but my mom tells me it's been since we were both four, which makes this year 11 of our friendship.

"You're such a geek, Simon. But the answer is Sylar, obviously. It's like asking Spock to defeat a god." I deadpan.

He laughed, "Okay, yeah, you're right, it was a stupid question." he says as we walk up to our favourite coffee shop, Java Jones.

He opened the door for me as he bowed down and acted like a perfectly normal gentleman. I pulled him back up and whispered in his ear, "This is New York, Lewis, regular people don't bow anymore."

"I know that, Clary. Can't I just be nice for my best friend every once in a while?" he gave me a serious look as he looked me in my eyes before I burst out laughing.

When I composed myself enough to finally look at him, he had a slight frown touching the corners of his lips.

"What's wrong, Simon? Oh, wait, you were being serious? Oh man, I'm sorry, I couldn't tell. It won't happen again, I promise."

He took this as his cue to start laughing, and I couldn't help myself as a smile crept its way onto my face as well. Soon, we were both a hot mess of laughter in front of the cafe.

When people started to stare at us, he guided me inside by placing his hand in the small of my back into the restaurant. He told me to sit somewhere as he got us our coffee; he already knew what I wanted since I always got the same thing every time we came here.

I took a seat by the window and looked out through the glass onto the busy streets of New York. I thought I saw something strange by one of the alleys next to a building across the street. Was that… A sword? I thought. What am I thinking? That's crazy! No one uses swords these days anymore… I was deep in thought until I saw someone actually step out of the alleyway. It looked like a boy, about my age. He looked… Gold. Everything about him seemed golden: his hair, his skin, even his eyes. He looked directly at me, then he slid something into his jacket before taking off down the sidewalk. I tried to follow him with my eyes but he was too fast. Wow, He can run pretty fast! Why do I suddenly want to know him? I thought to myself.

Just then, Simon came up to me with our orders of coffee. I gratefully took the steaming cup from him and thanked him as he slid in the seat across from me in the booth that I chose.

"So, what were you staring at just now?" he asked me.

"Um, I don't know, really. Just looking over the streets, I suppose." I responded. He just nodded then looked away.

After we finished our coffee, we walked back to my apartment. I live there with my mom and my Stepfather, Luke. I unlocked the door and as I started to walk in, I noticed that I didn't feel Simon's presence right behind me anymore. I whirled around, trying to see where he could have gone, but the only thing I saw was a flash of gold before things went dark.

So, what did you think? I would love it if you could leave a review and tell me whether I should continue with this story or not… Thanks so much!

~PurpleFlamesAndSevenSense