Second Chapter! I hope you like it!

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Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal Instruments, A Day To Remember (Great Band I Love Them!), All Time Low or Rockband.

Clary's POV

I woke up to cream and mint green walls. Where was I? I was freaking out for a second before I realized where I was. I was in my new rooms at my new house. After I realized that everything that happened last night rushed back to me.

Angel! I jerked myself up and out of bed. Isabelle was coming over today. I quickly glanced over at the time: 11:00. Good. I was afraid I had overslept. I still had plenty of time till Izzy came over. Well, I better start unpacking.

It turns out I didn't have as much to unpack as I thought. I had finished unpacking in 2 hours. So for the remainder of the time I decided to go out and sketch on my balcony. I looked around for something to draw when my eyes landed on a two birds in the tree next to the balcony. They were preening each other and they looked so in love, I was beautiful.

I had drawn for 2 and a half more hours, just losing myself in my art. I finished the birds so I just kept drawing whatever I felt like. I drew two kids playing outside, an old lady sweeping her porch, but after that I just let my hand take over. I looked down at my most recent drawing. It was of a beautiful angel who was protecting a girl. The faces weren't done yet so I couldn't tell who it was but the way he shielded her, I could tell he loved her very much. There was all this love surrounding me. Did the universe hate me? It felt the need to shove how happy love made people when all it did was hurt me.

I glared at my picture but gave up after awhile. What was the use of being angry of something that was my fault? I went back into my room and lied down on my bed listening to If It Means A Lot To You. It calmed me down so when Izzy rang the doorbell I wasn't angry anymore.

I invited Izzy in and we went up to my room. "I am so JEALOUS!" she exclaimed jumping on my bed. "Your room in GORGEOUS!" I smiled at her awe; she looked really funny jumping on my bed. Normally I would mind but I didn't because Izzy felt like the sister I never had. She was looking around my room when all of a sudden she froze.

"What?" I asked worried. "Is that a closet?" she choked out. I nodded and she ran at it full speed. She yanked open the door, took one look inside and shrieked. "What is it" I ran over. She turned to look at me her face dead serious, "You have no clothes!"

"Yes I do look," I said holding up an All Time Low band tee shirt.

"I meant you have no cool clothes. I mean seriously who actually wears this," she said holding up a Rockband shirt.

"Me. And it's not that bad" I defended.

"Clary. I say this because I care, you need HELP! You need more clothes, and I don't mean dorky band shirt I mean clothes that show off your figure and make you look hot" she said looking me in the eye. "Good thing I'm here to help. I, am going to be your fairy godmother and make you look amazing!" she clapped. "To the mall" she pulled me down the stairs.

We were in the car and just about to leave when I said, "Izzy I've got to tell my mom I'm going. I also have to get my phone and wallet." I was stalling for time; Izzy was scary when it came to shopping. "No need, I already texted your mom and I grabbed your phone and wallet" she said tossing me my phone and wallet.

"How. What?" I question surprised. When did she get my wallet? When did she get my phone? When did she text my mom? "Some things are better left unknown," she said cryptically pulling out of the driveway. I opened my mouth then thought better of it. Did I really want to know?

When we got to the mall Izzy dragged me by the wrist into the nearest clothing store. She threw a whole bunch of clothes at me and shoved me into a dressing room. I looked down at the clothes and finally noticed what she gave me. I had 2 dresses, 11 pairs of pants, 7 shirts, 9 skirts, 7 pairs of shorts and something that looked like shoes. I picked up the first dress and put it on. It was bright pink and was way to short. No way was I wearing this. I took it off and threw it at Izzy, who was just outside of my stall. "Clary!" she whined, "This is so cute!" "Maybe to you. But it looks ridiculous on me" I retorted, trying on the next dress. This wasn't actually that bad. It was emerald green and had a scoop neck with a sparkly black belt thing under my bust and it hugged my body in just the right way. I looked good. I took it off and tried on a pair of skinny jeans and a blue off the shoulder top. That looked good on me too. Hmm, maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I thought.

Once I was done trying on all the clothes Izzy had thrown at I bought all the ones I liked which turned out to be all of them except for that pink dress and the 9-inch heels she insisted I needed. No thank you. I would break my neck. While I was trying on clothes Izzy had already bought some for herself. We followed this routine for about 2 hours. I think we went to just about every store in the mall. I never believed anyone could get tired from shopping but Isabelle clearly took the expression 'Shop till you drop' literally.

By the time we got back to my house I felt like I just ran a marathon. We went up to my room and dropped our bags on the ground and I fell on my bed. "I've never shopped so much in my life," I said wearily. "If you think that was tough you must have been very deprived. That was a just a warm up wait till there's a dance" she said grinning evilly. I don't know if I want to go to a dance anymore. I couldn't imagine shopping anymore than this. I guess I had a 'kill me now look on my face' because Izzy started laughing. I crinkled my nose at her and stuck my tongue out at her.

"Clary. Get ready we have to go- oh hello. I'm sorry. I didn't know Clary had guests over" mom said coming into my room. "Hi. I'm Isabelle Lightwood. Your neighbor. Clary and I just came back from shopping" Izzy said politely. "Well, it's very nice to meet you dear. I was just coming up to tell Clary to get ready for dinner over at our neighbor's house. She can be so forgetful sometimes" mom laughed. "I am not," I protested while she left.

Izzy looked at me and started laughing. I pouted while she got herself under control. "Whatever. Let's just get ready," I grumbled. "Fine. Good thing we went shopping. I kind of forgot" she smiled sheepishly. I grinned, "Now who's forgetful?" I mocked. She laughed, "Let's make you beautiful" she pushed me into the bathroom handing me a bag.

Isabelle's POV

Ms. Fray, Clary and I walked over to my house and rang the bell. As we waited I admired my work. Clary looked good and now she had clothes that showed of her beauty. She still had a few band shirts but I would find a place to hide those. After all that shopping I was happy to see Clary trusted me to choose her outfits. She had on a black off the shoulder shirt with silver designs on the front and back and dark-wash skinny jeans on. Plus she was wearing silver ankle boots too. Yeah, I was good. I started to admire my own outfit. I was wearing a red halter-top and I had on black short-shorts. I was also wearing my 8-inch knee high boots. Oh, yeah I was definitely good.

When mom finally opened the door I could smell the food. Oh it smelled really good. It smelled like homemade pizza, pot-roast, mashed potatoes and green beans. Yum.

"Hello. My name is Mayrse Lightwood. Welcome to Rosenwood. I see you've met my daughter Isabelle. Please come in" mom gestured Ms. Fray and Clary in. "Hello. I'm Jocelyn Fray. This is my daughter Clarissa, she like to be called Clary though. It's nice to meet you. Isabelle is very kind too" Ms. Fray replied smiling. I grabbed Clary and we made our way to the living room while our moms finished talking.

We started talking about our families and hobbies as we sat down on the couch. I found out her dad was dead, that she loved to draw, sing, listen to music and that she did gymnastics when she was little. She found out a lot about me too. Wow, Clary and I were becoming great friends, best friends even. I smiled at the thought. I had a true friend in Clary and I definitely didn't want anything or anyone screwing that up.

Clary's POV

Wow. Izzy and I were becoming great friends. She found out about my dad and my hobbies. I don't really tell anyone about him. I found out that she loves shopping, boys, fashion, boys and shopping. Yes boys and shopping was mentioned twice. That's how much she loves them.

We were talking about her dates when she started asking me about my previous dates. I froze. I have been on dates but only one stuck out in my mind. The one he took me on. I got scared I was on the edge of having one of my extremely vivid flashbacks. I couldn't have that happen. At least not now, not here. I pushed it back as far as I could and told her about my first date. I went in to detail hoping that would distract her from asking me about more recent ones. I kept going on about dates I had a year or two ago, hoping dinner would be done soon.

Izzy wanted to keep hearing about my dates but I changed the subject when a boy came downstairs. "Hey Izzy, who is that" I asked pointing to the boy who just came down. He had the same dark hair and eyes as Izzy but looked to be about a year older. "Oh, him. That's one of my brothers, Alec. He's a year older than us but he's cool. He's on the basketball and the soccer team. He's nice but he has no style. All he wears are dark colors!" she said exasperated. "Oh how do you live with him" I said in mock horror. "Yeah. Make fun of me but I'm serious. It's a tragedy!" she replied absolutely serious.

I laughed until I remembered something she said. "Wait. Did you say 'one of my brothers'? As in more than one?" I asked curiously. "Yeah. I have two. Alec, and Max. Max is the cute one. He's nine and in that cute dorky phase. He's so sweet and he loves manga, those Japanese comic books," she said. Awww, he sounds so adorable. "He's so cut and sweet but it's too bad he idolizes Jace" she sighed with a slight undertone of irritation and a bit of anger. "Who's that?" I asked. I was curious, what did he do to make Izzy so upset?

However before she could answer we were called over for dinner. Izzy, Alec and I talked about Alicante Public High School during dinner while the adults talked about Angel knows what. We also talked about what people were like around here. I had to check, I didn't want a repeat of the incident. Alec seemed pretty cool, just like Izzy said. They gave advice on who to hang out with and who to ignore. I know I'm probably gonna hang out with Izzy all day but I'll definitely remember who to watch out for.

Isabelle's POV

Clary and her mom went home after the adults finished their talks. She was really awesome and so much fun. Even Alec seemed to like her. I'm sure Max would've too if he'd been here, but he was sleeping over at a friends. She was so nice but I remember what happened when I asked her about dates. She froze, and for a second she had a look of pure terror on her face. She looked so scared I started getting scared too. Then all of a sudden it disappeared. She hadn't acted the same since. "What happened to you Clary?" I asked silently.

Clary's POV

At first I thought I'd hate Rosenwood. I thought it would be the same as the last town but I got to meet Izzy, my new best friend and Alec. The people here seem nice. This is the one good thing that has occurred because of this accident. I think I might be able to finally forget him and that night. I think I might finally be happy here.

Please, whoever's listening please, don't prove me wrong.

What is Clary's secret? Why does it haunt her? What does it have to do with her dates? What has Isabelle got against band shirts!

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