Hi guys, this my first story so I hope you like. Sadly, I am not Cassandra Clare so I do not own the characters (quadruple sad face). But anyway, enjoy the story. Remember, reviews go a long way. So I can make the story better if you tell give some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. But flames will be used to roast marshmallows because I do love s'mores. Now on with the story!

-IL

It happened under the shiny moon in Oakland Park. On his shiny blue prius. In her defense, she was drunk. Like really drunk. Drunk enough to the point where she stripped off her obnoxious baby blue jacket and stuck her tongue down his throat. She never wanted to lose it so easily. She wanted to be aware when she did the deed. Clary wanted to at least love the guy before she gave a part of herself away to him. She forgot about him. He was a no one.

"She looked like she was deranged don't you think, Clary," asked her mom, who was going on and on about Clary's Great Aunt Fairchild, which was an ancient name itself. Clary nodded and remembered the white haired women who had stripped out of her clothes and started twerking on the steps of the reception hall.

"What happened after," asked Clary, who already knew the answer. Great Aunt Felicity then grabbed her father, Valentine, by the balls. Literally. Not that she was surprised. That was exactly the sort of thing that Great Aunt Felicity would do. But whenever she thought of that day, she always ended up thinking about him. The guy she lost part of herself to. He was so gentle and kind. Now the euphoria had ebbed away like the headache Clary had. She listened listlessly to her raging mother. Clary had just gotten back from her second to last day in college. She was bone tired and listening to her mother drone on for the thirtieth time that day about what happened. It was two weeks ago when this happened but she still got a slight headache or some nausea when she thought about Tessa's wedding. This time was no exception. She hurried to the sink to throw up as she thought of what happened to her and the great aunt who did unspeakably nasty things. This time, she really wasn't feeling it. It was worse than usual.

"Clare-bear, are you okay," asked her mom who finally realized her daughter was vomiting up her lunch. Clary didn't hear her over the sound of the vomit splashing the toilet bowl. She felt someone hold her hair and she continued to vomit as if she were still back in the month before where she vomited up her guts after that night.

Clary got up from the toilet and looked at her mom. She wasn't feeling it and her mom could tell. When her mom left for work, she made sure that Jonathan, Clary's older brother, looked after her.

"Are you okay, Clare," asked Jonathan. Clary sat and looked up at her brother. Jonathan and Clary were polar opposites when it came to features. Clary had vibrant red that seemed to grow wild whereas Jonathan had straight platinum blonde hair. Clary was pale and freckled, Jonathan was tanned and clear. Even their eyes were different. Clary's were a vibrant green and Jonathan's were black. The only similarity between them was the Morgenstern nose that everyone seemed to have in the clan.

"What do you think? I just finished hurling out my guts. I don't know, it must be PMS," said Clary. Jonathan's suddenly looked over at her with wild eyes.

"When was the last time you've had your period," asked Jonathan. For a brother, he was okay with talking about girl things. Clary's head snapped up.

"Last month. Wh-Do you really believe that I'm pregnant," asked Clary, looking accusingly as her sister. Jonathan ran to the bathroom they shared but Clary was hot on his heels asking what her brother was looking for.

"Jon, what are you looking for," asked Clary, who was trying not to let the notion her brother hinted at get under her skin or freak her out. Jonathan pulled out a box with a quick "AHA". It was a box of First Response.

"Why in the hell do you have those, Jonathan," asked Clary, her voice rising.

"I had a pregnancy scare with Georgia a few months ago," Jonathan said dismissively as if it cleared up everything. He held the box out to his sister and told her to use the bathroom.

Clary rolled her eyes, took the pack from Jonathan and shut herself in the bathroom. She looked at the box for a long time debating on whether to try it or not. She sighed and pulled out a wrapped test. After unwrapping it and peeing on it, she put it on the toilet and opened the door.

"Done. Now what," she asked, hoping that she could finish studying for her last two exams tomorrow. Jonathan flew into the bathroom and went straight for the test. After waving it up and down a few times, he looked at the test.

"Shit," Jonathan muttered and Clary snatched up the test. Two lines. She was pregnant.