"Simon, I swear if you don't stop it I'll cut your fingers off." I told my best friend, who was tapping his fingers on the table. He immediately stopped. "I know you're nervous about Clary but, calm down. She'll make it." My twin sister, Clary was trying to enter in The Brooklyn Academy of Art. We look to the door of the café to see a red hair girl entered. Clary looked sad, but I could tell that she's lying. So I talked to her on our twin mode. Telepathic.

"You were accepted didn't you?" I asked her.

"I did, but let me have some fun with Simon."

"Give me the professors' names and I... I will end them." Simon said, we look at him. "You know, with... with a scathing e-mail to the dean. Or send Crystal to kick there ass." Yeah, about that… I know fight. With weapons. My favorite weapon is bow and arrow, and I'm really good at it.

"Don't bother." Clary give him an envelop, were the words 'Congratulations' was in big red letters.

"What? Sad face? Really?" Clary starts laughs, I join her. "Well played, well played." We bumped our fists together.

"Thank you. You know, it's weird. They kind of liked my assigned work, but they flipped out over the drawings for our graphic novel." She told us.

"You're welcome." We chuckles.

"This day will go down in history as the greatest 18th birthday I ever had."

"We, little sister, we." I remind her.

"I'm younger by a few minutes."

"Still young." We chuckles again.

"Which is why we are celebrating tonight. Yes, with Maureen, after our show." Simon told us. Clary and I change some looks.

"Absolutely. So... what's the deal with you and Maureen?" Clary asked him.

"What deal? No deal. We sing together." He said.

"You seriously don't know she's been crushing on you this whole time?" I asked.

Simon starts stammering "What? No. No."

"Simon, how can someone as smart and perceptive as you not realize that the person sitting right there is in love with you?" Clary asked.

"I guarantee you I'm not the only smart, perceptive person to make that mistake." Simon told my sister. And this just got awkward. Simon has a HUGE crush on Clary, but she doesn't know.

"That's a latte." I said to my sister, when I notice her looking for something on the table.

"But I could have sworn I had a biscotti." She said.

"Maybe you ate it really fast and didn't even notice. Happens to me all the time. When I'm happy... when I'm sad." Clary laughs and I rolled my eyes, but had a little smile on my face about what Simone said. "But I will replace your mythical biscotti with an actual one." He put his biscotti on her plate.

"Thank you." Clary thanked.

"You know what? Here's to you two. L'chaim." Simon toasted.

"L'chaim." Clary and I said together chuckling as we touched our cups together.

After that, my sister and I went home, but not before went to talk with Dot, who was reading her tarot cards.

"Hey, Dot." Clary and I greeted together.

"Hey!" Dot greeted back.

"How's your future looking?" Clary asked.

"Not as good as yours. The tarot cards tell me you got into the advanced program."

"Uh, and by 'the tarot cards,' you mean, 'Simon's Twitter account'?" I asked and the three of us chuckles.

"Okay, I follow him." She confess. "Turns out, predicting the future with tarot cards is very complicated." She turns another card, with a golden cup on it. "But, I do see a birthday present in your futures." Dot point to Clary and me.

"Dot!" We said together chuckling as Dot put two bags on the balcony.

"Okay, open it!" She said. Clary and I opened and the presents were completely beautiful! Clary's a sexy black top, as for me is a sexy black dress.

"Wow!" Clary and I said together again.

"Yeah, you tow might want to keep that on the DL, 'cause your mom's my boss and I don't want her to flip out." Dot told us.

"Yeah, but that's how I know it's cool." Clary said, I nod in agreement, as we chuckle.

"You know, you're way better at gift-giving than magically predicting the future." I told Dot.

"Nothing magical about it. I just buy the things I wanna wear. Happy birthday."

"Thank you." We thanked as we hugged.

"I love you two."

"We love you, too." We said together.

Dot sighs deeply. "You okay?" Clary asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, happy birthday girls. Go up and see your mom." She said to us, we smiled and run upstairs.

"Mom!" My sister and I called our mother, Jocelyn.

"You did it! Yay!" She laughs as come to hug Clary.

"Let me guess. You also follow Simon?" I asked mom.

"He only has 92 followers. He needs the retweets. Congratulations." Clary chuckles as they separate.

"Thank you. Hashtag, stalker mom." Clary mocks.

"Happy birthday." Mom said to us as she give a little box. We sat in the couch and Clary and I open the box. "It's called a stele."

"What is it, like, a paperweight?" Clary asked.

"No, it's much more than that. It's very ancient. I want you two to have it. It's a family heirloom." Me and my sister chuckles.

"We Frays have heirlooms?" I asked.

"A few." Mom said.

"You know, it's weird. I doodled something that looked like this this morning." Clary said pointing to one of the weird drowns in the stele. It's weird I have one similar doodled in my music book. "I must have seen this around the house somewhere." She murmured.

"Honey, I need to..." Mom starts but mine and Clary's cell phone chimes grabbing our attention. We pulled out to see a text from Simon.

"Simon. He's on his way over." Clary says as we get up.

"But we need to talk." Mom said.

"We can't right now. We gotta change. We're going to see Champagne Enema tonight." I told her.

"What?" She asked confused.

"Yeah, I know. It's the new band name. But Simon and Maureen are taking us out after." Clar said.

"But it's... It's your 18th birthday, and, uh..." Mom takes a long breath. "Everything's gonna change for you two now."

"Mom, we've had the talk. We're good." I told her.

"We need to have a much different and more important talk." Mom said seriously.

"And we will. But can it be over breakfast, all right? I love you." Clary kiss mom's front head as I kissed her cheek. We grab our presents and went to our room.

"Thank you for the heirlooms. I love you." I called to mom.

Clary and I change putting the closes that Dot gave us, I about to leave the room but Clary stopped me.

"Wait, I almost forget!" She start looking in her stuff till she finds a little box she opened showing a beautiful golden rose necklace.

"Wow, Clary… It's beautiful." I said.

"Good you liked. Happy birthday, sis." She said giving me the box.

"Wha—no Clary, I can't…"

"Yes you can and you will." Clary said dead seriously. I look at her for a moment before sight.

"Put on me?" Asked with a little smile, she nod and put the necklace on me. We hug each other as I mummed a 'thanks', we pull apart and went to find mom. In the way we listening Luke's voice. Luke was a cop and the most close that Clary and I have of a father, he is with us since… ever! I love him so much and I wish that Luke and mom were married already.

"Hey, Luke, what's up?" Clary and I greeted.

"Hey! Incredible drawings." He complained Clary's draws.

"Oh, thanks."

"And I got you these." He showed Clary some spray paint.

"Spray paint. Oh, they're perfect. If I catch any of that paint on city walls, I will arrest you two." Luke warned points to the two of us.

"The paint is for Simon's van. We're insisting they rename the band." I said the last part to mom.

"Oh, yes, please." She said.

"Yeah." Clary agreement.

"Did your mom talk to you about that?" Luke asked pointing to the stele, on Clary's pocket jacket and my purse, on the desk.

"The heirloom. Yeah, it's beautiful." Clary said. I saw Luke and mom changing looks, weird.

"Clary, Crystal, you're 18 now and..." Luke starts.

"What is with you guys? We're turning 18, it's not like we are headed off on some epic journey." I said them.

"But you are!" Simon's voice got our attention. "See, we are going to Lombardi's to celebrate your birthday after our gig." He said to me and Clary, we chuckles.

"You should come back here after. The city's not that safe right now." Mom said.

"Ah, thanks, Mom, but we're set." Clary said.

"Yeah, we will take a rain check." We were about to leave when. "Wait. Do I smell chicken cacciatore?" Simon asked going back.

"Simon, your gig." I remembered him.

"Oh, you're singing?" Luke asked my friend.

"Yes, big gig. And by big, I mean not so." Luke chuckles as my sister and I were going to hug our mother. And she was hugging us very strong.

"Losing circulation here." I told mom choking.

"Breakfast, you two and me, tomorrow. Promise?" Mom pleased.

"Yep." We conformed together.

"Mom... uh, Mom? Mom, you have to let us go. We're biologically and legally an adults." Clary remembered her.

"Yeah. That's what I'm afraid of." Mom let us go and said fixing our hair.

"Shall we?" Simon asked Clary.

"Yes." And she climb on his back. We leave laughing.

"Our mom is so overprotective lately." Clary said to Maureen and Simon, as we all were on the roof of the van, talking. We chuckles.

"So, do you remember in Aliens, when the alien queen was defending her eggs from Ripley?" Simon asked us.

"In this scenario, is our mom Ripley or the alien queen?" I asked.

"Both." We looked at him oddly. "What? A mother defending her young."

"Defending us from what? I spend all day in an art studio, and Crystal pass her days in our room writing songs. Our lives couldn't be more mundane. Besides, we really don't know much about when she was young." Clary said.

"Oh, just do what I do and get all the dirt from your relatives." Maureen said to us.

"Well, we would if we could, but she doesn't have any. And our... our dad died before we were born." I told her with a scoffs.

"So, you two have no one? No uncles, no aunts, no third cousins, twice removed?" Maureen asked shocked.

"No, just us and our mom." I said.

"It's why the Lewis clan has added four chairs to every seder since pre-school. Mmm. One for Clary, one for Crystal, one for Jocelyn, and one for Elijah." Simon told Maureen.

"Of course." I said.

"Obviously." Clary said too.

"Yes, obviously." And Simon.

"You guys don't think that's a little bit suspicious? You not knowing anything about your family? Your mom could be hiding some deep, dark secret." Maureen told my sister and me.

"Maureen, it's not possible." Clary said.

"No, no, think about it."

"No, seriously. Our mother is incapable of concealing anything from us." I told her.

At the café, later, Simon and Maureen were singing.

"Forever young/ I wanna be forever young/ Do you really want to live forever/ Forever young."

It was a little awkward, cause Maureen was looking at Simon and he was looking at Clary. At the end of the song all the audience applauding, and Clary and I too. Obviously, duh!

"Whoo!" Me and Clary screamed.

After that we were behind a club called 'Pandemonium'.

"Thanks for being our roadies." Maureen said to Clary and I.

"Yeah, and thank you for being our artist in residence." Simon also said.

"Of course. So, you went on stage tonight as Champagne Enema." I said to them as Simon was changing his t-shirt. They both laugh.

"What were we thinking, right?" Maureen asked still laughing.

"But now... we're Rock Solid Panda." Simon said.

"Yeah, we are." The girl agreement.

"Rock Solid Panda, coming up. I'm feeling inspired." Clary said taking the spray paint and went to the van's wall to draw. I take another and went to help my sister.

At the end, it was pretty cool, but a symbol got my attention. Clary gasps seeing it too, have being drawing this a lot this week.

"What's that tag?" Simon asked us.

"Weird, I didn't even mean to draw that. Second time today." Clary said. She looked at me.

"I didn't want to do it too, but I have being doing this a while."

"You know they have confirmed cases of people waking up in the morning speaking French, and they never even studied the language." Maureen told us.

"Do you think that's some kind of language?" I asked her.

"Sanskrit maybe."

Clary and I were next to the van looking at the symbol carefully.

"Hey, can you watch where you're going?" Clary and I asked together to a blonde guy who bumped at us.

"You can see me?" He asked confused.

"Yeah, that's kind of the point, but you obviously didn't see me." Clary said trying to flirt with him.

"You have the Sight."

"Wait, the what?" Clary asked confused.

"How can I not know who you are?" He changed the look from Clary to me, then back to Clary.

"Wow, that's the worst flirt ever. Has that line seriously ever worked for you? Even once?" I asked the guy.

"Jace!" I hear someone called the blonde. Jace looked us one last time before enter the Pandemonium. Clary and I get back to our friends.

"Can you guys believe that blonde dude?" I asked they.

"You mean the imaginary dude you two were talking to?" Simon asked.

"No, the guy right there, running into the club." Clary said pointing to where Jace went.

"Clary, Crystal, there's nobody there." Maureen told us.

"The guy covered in tats, like..."

"What guy are you talking about?" Simon cut Clary.

"You guys seriously don't see him?" I asked them, they shock their head.

"Okay, could you stop making us feel insane?" Clary asked, I nod in agreement.

"Could you two stop acting that way?" Maureen asked.

"Clary, Crystal what was in your lattes?" Simon asked us. Clar and I change a look before nod to each other. We start to walk taking our jackets off. "Where you going?"

"To get some answers." We said throwing our jackets at Simon.

"Remember, your fake ID sucks." He called after us.