SOOO! I know it's been quite a while since I've last written for fanfiction and I do have my reason. If you haven't read my last update on my first fanfiction, you would know that I am struggling to finish an actual personal story that I do plan on getting published. If you think that it's an easy task, let it be known that I have over 100 unfinished stories in my laptop's memory. I have no idea why; I just can't be dedicated to see a book through. I want to get this story published and I am so serious about it that I won't let myself go to my second home–Barnes and Noble–and read a book. BUT I've decided to give this diet a break and I came up with a fanfiction idea. I hope no one used this idea, but it's probably already written so just to clear it up: if someone out there is writing a story that is like one of the stories I write, I am sorry for not knowing that I was stealing your storyline. I am truly sorry and I hope that I don't upset anyone. I haven't written in the longest while and I don't really read a lot of fanfiction stories except those of the authors I am friends with on fanfiction. So here's a story I'm not 100% sure will see an end, I hope I'm making someone happy out there, and I cannot promise any finished stories! I'm way too busy, even though it's vacation here! Disclaimer: all rights go to Cassandra Clare for being totally awesome with The Mortal Instruments and whomever I mention here that I do not own :)

"Where have you been? I've been searching for you everywhere!" Clary Graymark's ears perked up at the familiar sound of her best friend's voice and she turned around to see Isabelle Lightwood tearing down the hallway to reach up to her.

"Where's the fire?" Clary teased as her friend doubled over and took deep steadying breaths before speaking. "No fire," Isabelle gasped between breaths. "Party. Sebastian's. Tonight."

Clary's upper lip curled in disgust instinctively. Isabelle knew that Clary's hatred for Sebastian went back all the way to the fifth grade, when every Friday he would bring in enough cupcakes for everyone but her. "Sorry," he would always sneer, "my mom just keeps forgetting to bake one more." But she knew it was because of the fact that she refused to give him her favorite green crayon back when they had kindergarten class together.

"Ugh, don't give me that look," Isabelle said flippantly. "It's the last day of school. Honestly Clary, I don't see what's the big deal. It was back in the day, you two were both young, and you know what? It's going to be on his beach house, which means the chances of you actually seeing him are like, zero to maybe a gazillion." When I said nothing she waggled her eyebrows and smiled wickedly. "Don't tell me you're not totally tempted by this. Come on, Clary. Sometimes I confuse you with my mom, jeesh."

"Fine," I sighed, resigned. Isabelle looped her arm around my waist and pulled me into a half-hug. "Yay!" she trilled. "Now we're living a little!" I couldn't help but crack a smile and joined in on the rapid-fire question and answer rounds.

"Okay, so my house or yours?"

"Yours."

"Okay, so my car or yours?"

"Mine," Clary laughed nervously. "No offense."

"None taken," Isabelle giggled. "Mine is currently being used by Alec."

"Excuse me ladies," a voice interrupted. "I heard my name being mentioned and I'd like to know why exactly." Clary felt Alec's weight as he draped an arm around her and his sister, coming in between the two of them.

"Oh well Clary was just talking about how totally cute you are," Isabelle teased, knowing it made the two of them blush. "And now much of a total shame it is that you're now openly going out with the football team quarterback hunk."

"Was not," Clary added in defensively, but smiled since Alec made a fake gagging noise. "No offense, Alec."

"None taken," Alec laughed. "But I was wondering if you two were planning on going to that Sebastian kid's beach party. I heard it was going to be wild and was planning on convincing Isabelle otherwise, but then thought twice and realized that at this point, you two already probably have a plan about what outfits you're going to wear."

"By the Angel," Isabelle sighed. "We're not as predictable as you think." Alec laughed raucously, which made Isabelle even more upset. "So is it the black glitter top this time?" Alec asked before she could speak. "Or the gold one you just bought?"

"I don't have to answer to you," Isabelle said tight-lipped. She grabbed Clary's arm and threw a "see you later" to her brother before dragging her to Clary's car. "He can be such an ass sometimes," Isabelle sighed dramatically. "It's no wonder he's attracted to that kind of thing."

"Now that's just uncalled for," Clary said with a raised eyebrow. "No," Isabelle giggled as she took Clary's keys out of her hand. "This is." But Clary didn't care; at this point, nothing really mattered. It was the end of their junior year and summer was starting as of now, which generally meant a lot of careless mistakes would be made and nothing was expected to be taken seriously. Just what I need, Clary mused as Isabelle hit the gas pedal and swerved the car out of the school for the last time.