Shortly after what seemed like the sun rising Simon banged loudly as Clary's apartment door. Startled, she pulled herself out of bed, glancing slowly at herself in the mirror. Her red hair tangled together as it hang limp down her shoulders.

"I see you'rw ready," He teased pulling her out the door slightly so the skylight reflected on her glittering skin.

"Ah NO!" she seemed confused as to why he was even here; she didn't remember making plans with him. Pointing at her pink striped clothes she stated, "Look jammies."

"Another one?" Simon scowled at her, but his eyes were smiling, he knew too well about Clary's new hobby.

"Pandemonium." Her heart quivered as she remembered last night's events.

"Darn that was my favourite," Simon's face lit up, full of happiness.

"You're lucky you weren't there last night, It was a ROCKING party,"

Simons face went blank as he interpreted her words. "There in the club? Talk about class. Clarissa Fray: part angel and can't even keep her pants on at a party, and to think it's only meant to be the bed that's rocking..."

Clary frowned before bursting out into laughter. If only he knew the real story.

...

She met Jace outside the institute that night, gleefully waiting for what they had planned for the night. They had agreed on dinner and a movie, but they preferred things to be a bit more upbeat.

"Seven days," Clary shouted as Jace walked down the stairs, his face gave her a look of bewilderment.

"Seven days and my mother will be home, school will start and I'll start being taught how to ACUALLY be a shadowhunter. Seven days left of being Clary Fray and you want dinner and a movie!"

His voice was casual as he watched her.

"I am no magician, if you wanted a celebration you have to let me plan ahead. It's hard enough to get Alec to leave Magnus's house, or Issi to stop snogging Sebastion and you want we to throw a party?"

"Well not really," her voice was soft as she was taken aback by his mocking tone.

"Great, dinner and a movie it is," His face crossed into a wide smile that any girl would swoon about. His face looked more angel like, more beautiful, like a model under the flashing camera lights on a runway.

...

They walked through the park hand in hand until they reached the river embankment. Only inches from the water. Jace pulled a small box of food out of his bag as well as a bottle of what looked like wine.

"Issi cooked it," he grinned as he watched her expression of horror before laughing again and pulling out store brought biscuits, still in packets.

The night echoed around them as they sat talking on the bank of the river.

Clary imagined her life one week from now, the stability she would have, right now she needed freedom. But to this Jace just smiled wilfully.

"Freedom like running naked down Boulevard? Or swimming with the sharks?"

"Good idea."

She jumped up quicker than what seemed possible, throwing her shirt to the ground next to Jace, followed by her Jeans, before running bare foot into the river.

She dove into the water, only resurfaces a minute later to see Jace's freaked out expression from the bank.

"Oh help, oh help, I cannot swim," she spluttered whilst falling under the water to resurface again minutes later.

Jace stood watching as she wailed, waving her hands up in the air. They hadn't even started the enchanted wine yet.

He braced himself as he lifted of his grey shirt and dropped it off into the pile. His scars glowed pale in the sunlight as Clary's frantic voice continued. He threw his shoes and pants aside and sprinted towards the river.

Swimming as fast as he could, he reached Clary in less than a minute. His swimming lessons as a kid really paid off. But Clary had grown up in New York, there was usually little chance of drowning here.

He pulled her up towards the surface as she kicked him slowly in the stomach, somersaulting away from his hands.

"I made you take your pants off," she sang as she swam closer towards the middle of the river, making him chase her. It was only moments before she felt his hands on her bare waist drag her underwater as his lips met hers.

Flashing lights alerted Clary that they were no longer alone. She dismissed the idea as she treaded water, her face smiling brightly. A torch light shone in her face as Jace began to snarl.

"Demons. You can't even go for a pleasant evening swim without them interrupting." Out of nowhere he pulled out a seraph blade and shot off towards the demon dressed as a police man stood. He was wearing only his underpants rather than his Shadowhunter attire as he held the sword firmly in his hand.

Clary held her breath and sunk further into the water full of embarrassment as a small crowed of downworlders moved out of the shadows and into view.