Moonlight was streaming down his face, illuminating his sharp angelic features making his golden hair shine like white gold, the light of the moon reflecting through his eyes. He was staring up at the sky through the barred windows of his cell. His hands and feet were manacled and chained to the wall, his face expressionless and eerily calm. A soft whisper came out of his bruised lips "Clary…"
I bolted upright breathing hard, cold sweat streaming down my back, my hair plastered to my face. I looked at the small clock on my bedside table, it was only 3 in the morning, I groaned and sank back to bed. I've had that dream for 3 nights in a row now. Who was that boy? How did he know my name? Wait! I know it's just a dream but why do I have this nagging feeling that it's real? I turned to my side and pondered these thoughts, not long after, sleep welcomed me into its embrace once more.
I woke up to the sound of the alarm buzzing on my bedside table, I rolled around and groped for the clock but landed face first on the floor instead. "Crap! That hurt!" I stood up lazily and turned off the alarm, my eyes were still closed as I got into the bathroom and nearly slipped. I grabbed my towel, hung it on the towel rack, undressed and stepped into the shower. The cold water nearly shocked me to death, but I stood still and waited for the hot water to come and soothe my sore muscles and wash my dreams away. I hit myself on the forehead "stop thinking about it Clary, it's not real!" I grabbed the shampoo and furiously scrubbed my scalp. I dried myself with the towel and changed into tattered jeans and a fitted black shirt. I blow dried my hair and styled it straight. Now where was I supposed to go, school was out and mom was in Newyork with Sebastian. Well, the day was too good to waste so I just decided to sketch on the park I grabbed my sketch pad, crayons, and pencils, stuffed them in my sling bag, put on my black converse and headed out the door. The park was way too crowded today, families on picnics, couples making out behind trees and bushes, and kids playing around. Oh well, better get to the lake then. I stumbled upon the lake 3days ago when I decided to go for a walk and wandered into the forest, I considered it my private place since then. I sat on the grassy side where the view was spectacular and thought about what to draw, but that was the trouble, I couldn't think of anything because I kept thinking about one thing, the boy in chains. I became unaware of the things around me as I immersed myself in my thoughts and started to draw. My hand seemed to move rapidly to capture what was in my mind. After a while, I put down my pencil and examined my drawing. Amazingly I was able to capture the strange ethereal beauty the boy possessed. "He's just too good to be true" I muttered under my breath and sighed.
"Nice drawing" Suddenly I was pulled back to earth, I looked behind me to see a tall boy with glasses perched on his nose bending down and studying my drawing. "wha . . . . . .Excuse me?" I said a bit rudely
"Oh hey, sorry about that. . . . . . . . . . I'm Simon by the way" He offered his hand, I looked at his outstretched hand and suspiciously took it "Clary".
He took a moment before he let go of my hand " so, do you come here often?" he asked and glanced around then added "alone?" To this I replied " Well sorry but I seem to have left my Imaginary friend at home, what are you doing here?" I stressed the word you as I said it. I tried to raise my eyebrow at him and failed miserably, a string of curses followed in my head. "Me?" Simon said, "I just happened to pass by and saw you here" he smiled then, a slight mischievous smile. I laughed a little" Right, so you just happened to pass by. . . . . . . a lake. . . . . . .in the middle of the forest, you really expect me to believe that?" I stood up gathering my things, he still had that stupid smile in his face " well believe it or not, it's the truth. Would you rather have me say that I was stalking you?" he said and feigned innocence. " dude, I came here to sketch, draw, whatever, so I'm not in the mood for your little mind games, so if you'll excuse me I have to go find another sunshiny place where only I know about, sit my ass down and sketch, draw, whatever.. so bye!" I walked past him and suddenly felt a hand grasping my arm preventing me to go any further. "I came here to get some fresh air cause I've been having some weird dreams lately okay?" Simon said, then I suddenly remembered my own dreams and wondered if there was a connection. . . stop it! You're being paranoid! " sorry 'bout that, so would you rather hang out with me than mope around with that miserable face of yours?" I asked him a little embarrassed, he brightened up and said "sure, why not? In fact I would even be glad to model for you while you sketch, which do you prefer, nude and wet?(from swimming in the lake) topless? Bottomless? Or only with my boxers? Take your pick" I slapped him with my sketchpad while laughing.
Simon turned out to be a really good guy, smart and funny, and we instantly became best friends. We babbled on about our favorite food, music and stuff. After a while we got tired of talking and just sat down quietly. I resumed drawing while he stared into space. "soooooo. . . . . . you're single?" He asked after a while " Yes, . . . . . actually I plan to be a nun someday" I replied, He looked at me like onions were sprouting out of my head. "you're kidding right?" He asked, I rolled my eyes and said " of course I am Simon! Only ugly people become nuns cause they know no one's gonna want to marry them sheesh, and I in fact am too good looking to be a nun" I said with a smirk. I got up to wash my hands on the lake and clumsily slipped on a patch of wet grass in front of simon, he grabbed me by the hand as I was about to fall turning me to him and landed on top of him instead. I instantly turned red, he suddenly got so close to me.. his lips were so close to mine and I could feel his warm breath on my face, his eyes staring intently into mine. I almost forgot that he was good looking until his face nearly collided with mine, He slowly brought up his hand to my face, brushing my cheek lightly with his fingertips "clary . . . . . . .I think you broke my back" he said a little breathlessly
Yay its done! haha hope you liked it I'm new at this and it's my first time writing a fanfic so bear with me XD oh and reviews pls pls pls . ^^