My boyfriend Simon and I are at the local shop looking at old manga books from when we were kids. He and I have known each other since fifth grade and we have been best friends since then. In grade eight we started dating. That was two years ago and now we are a few weeks away from starting sophomore year at the local high school.
Simon is the nicest guy I know and everything I've ever wanted. He's sweet and considerate and doesn't pressure me into doing anything I don't want to. But lately he's been kind of out there. He's not around as often and doesn't seem as happy to hang out with me. He says it's just family stuff but I have an idea it's more than that. He's being changing his clothes to, the only thing that hasn't changed is his glasses.
I was always scared of falling in love because my mom had a nasty marriage and they divorced before my tenth birthday. My mom and I used to live in L.A. but moved to Brooklyn after the divorce. I feel my phone vibrate and fish it out of the deep pockets of my black skinny jeans. The screen flashes. NEW TEXT: ISABELLE.
I flip open the phone and read the text.
"U and Si need to meet me at Taki's now! I have someone I want you to meet. ;)"
I roll my eyes. Isabelle has been going on about this guy for weeks. His parents were killed in a car crash when he was just a kid and the Lightwood's have adopted him. He is the same age as Isabelle, Simon and I. Although I don't know his name yet. I look over at Simon and he seems engrossed in an old manga series we used to read called Ghost Hunters.
"Hey Si, Izzy wants us to meet her at Taki's. I think that kid they adopted is finally here." He looks up and brushes the long, shaggy brown hair out of his eyes. He smiles at me and sets the book down.
"Alright. Do you want to take a cab or walk?" I notice he seems bored, like he would rather be somewhere else.
"Let's walk, it's only a couple of blocks away." He nods and takes my hand out of the pocket of my green pea coat. We walk out to the shop and head uptown towards Taki's. We walk in silence all the way there. We used to talk all the time but as I said, Simon hasn't been himself lately. I want to trust him but I have a strange feeling something's up.
Once we get inside I spot Isabelle over at the far table beside the window we always sit at. We head over and slide on to seat on the other side of the booth.
"Hey Izzy." Says Simon. That's weird; normally I have to start the conversation.
"Where's Alec? Wasn't he supposed to be here?" I ask. Alec is Isabelle's older brother. She also has a younger brother named Max. I don't know how she's going to survive with three brothers.
"He's on his way with my new brother!"
I smile at her. "I take it you still aren't going to tell me his name?"
She gives me a mysterious smirk. "Of course not! That's not my business to tell you."
At that moment the ring of the bell goes off signaling someone walked into the restaurant. I turn my head to see Alec and I guess their new brother. He is gorgeous; he has golden hair with little streaks of bronze. His eyes are golden as well with little streaks of copper. You can see the outline of his biceps underneath the sleeves of his t-shirt. I can't help but stare. He is the definition of a golden boy. He looks somewhat familiar, I feel like I've seen him before.
He and Alec walk over to the table. The way he walks shows that he knows he's beautiful. As he walks through the restaurant everyone stops and stare's. The waitress, Kaelie I think her name is, blatantly staring with her jaw on the floor.
"Hey guys," says Alec "this is our new brother we've been telling you about. He's been living in L.A. with another family for about 8 years." Wow nobody wants to tell us his name. I still have a nagging feeling that I know him from somewhere. He gives a two finger wave and sits down in the booth beside Isabelle, Alec sliding in beside him.
"Hi" I say. "This is Simon, and I'm Clary. Nice to meet you." He and Simon do that things guys do, were they nod their heads at each other. The waitress shows up to take our orders. She leans quite close to golden boy (that's what I'm going to call him till I figure out his name) to show him the "specials". I order a mango smoothie, Simon orders a coffee, Isabelle gets a berry smoothie and Alec gets nothing. Once she gets back with our drinks we start talking about our new English project, we have to write a scary story. Once we done our drinks we all get up and put on our jackets.
"Sorry Clary and Simon. We have to go back and help my parents cook dinner." She says sadly.
Alec try's to stifle a laugh. "Izzy, I'm sorry but you CANNOT cook to save your life. In fact you will probably end someone else's."
It's true; Isabelle is a terrible cook. I made the mistake of letting her cook pizza once. Let's just say the half of the state's fire trucks showed up. We tip the waitress and head outside. I decide to ask his name, I mean how much harm can it do?
I give Izzy a hug and Alec and awkward props.
I turn to face golden boy, "Hey, I never got your name. Do you mind my asking?"
He gives a smirk, and says "No at all, I'm surprised Alec and Isabelle didn't tell you. I'm Jaceā¦.Lightwood I guess now"
I can feel all the blood drain from my face. That's where I know him from. Jace Herondale, as I knew him, was my first heartbreak.
"Oh, my, god" I say under my breath.
Isabelle looks at me with concern in her eyes. "What is it Clary? You look sick."
I can't tell her. "I, uh, have to get home my mom needs me."
I can feel Simons eyes turn to me. "Do you want me to walk you?"
I just need to be alone. "It's ok Simon. I`ll catch a cab. See you later." I stand up on my tiptoes, kiss him on the cheek and run to the corner to the street to hail a cab, a try to block out the memories and feelongs those golden eys bring back, memories and feelings I have been avoiding for years but there is no way to ignore them now.
A/N so this is my first fanfiction for TMI that I'm going to make longer, so reviews would be awesome and go check out my friend CrazyasCresta's story called Photographs. She's amazingly talented. Thanks
~ShadowhuntingVictor
