Disclaimer: I own nothing except the OC's and the Plot. The rest goes to Cassandra Clare! Thanks!
Clary POV:
"ALIA! I swear if you aren't sitting here in two minutes I will drag you out of your bed by your ears!" I yelled from the first floor of our house.
I heard the door slam open and saw her run down the stairs planting herself at the table.
I smiled and walked back into the kitchen.
I grabbed the freshly made pancakes and placed them in front of her and I.
"Morning sweetie" I smiled as I kissed the top of her head.
I sat down next to her and began to make my plate.
"Morning mom" she smiled, sleep still in her eyes.
I smiled and dug into my pancakes.
"So how did you sleep? More specifically what time did you sleep last night?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"I slept good, and around.. 2…." She said quieting down at 2.
"2am! Alia, you have a meeting in about an hour! You only had what, 3 hours of sleep?"
"Yea… I know.. It's just.. You know I have obsessions with fanfiction! I was reading one last night and couldn't put it down! It was super amazing! I literally cried my eyes out last night! Percy and Annabeth broke up! Mom! You know they are my OTP!" she rambled.
"I know sweetie. You tell me that 24/7. But you shouldn't be going to sleep that late! Fanfictions can wait" I spoke with a smile and a roll of my eyes.
My daughter was something else.
Actually she was the spitting image of me apart from her golden greenish eyes that she inherited from her bastard of a father and I. But beside that, she was the most beautiful and wonderful daughter I could ever ask for.
She was my life. I loved and cared for her more than she knew.
"I know. I know. But I can't help it! There's just so much feels mom!" she spoke throwing her hands up in the air.
"Speaking of feels…" I said.
"I have a feeling that it's your birthday soon… Am I correct?" I smirked as I gathered up our now empty plates.
"Maybe" Alia replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"And.. I also heard that certain bands are coming to Seattle" I continued as I began to wash the dishes.
"Is that so?" Alia smiled as she put away the syrup and all the things I used to make the pancakes.
"It is so. And it also happens that the world's best mother scored front row tickets…" I smiled.
"NO!" Alia yelled as she sat down on the kitchen counter.
"Yes" I smiled putting the dishes into the drying rack.
"And" I said as I dried my hands on a towel.
"I also heard that she got back stage passes" I winked
Alia's mouth dropped open.
"Mom! Did you really! Are you telling me I'll get to meet Marina and the Diamonds, alongside Green Day, Paramore and All-American Rejects!" she shouted.
I smiled and nodded my head.
"OH my god!" she yelled jumping off of the counter flinging her arms around me.
"Mom! This is the best gift ever! The absolute best! My favorite bands of all time! I'll get to meet in person! Oh my god!" she cried happily.
I squeezed her tighter.
"Happy birthday sweetie" I spoke as I kissed her forehead.
"Mom! Oh my god! I'm so pumped!" she smiled as she pulled back from our mother and daughter embrace.
"This is gonna be an awesome concert huh!?" I smiled letting my adult air fade into teenage excitement.
"It totally will be!" she replied happily.
"And to make it even better it will be me and you mom!" she smiled.
I was glad that my daughter wasn't one of those daughters that didn't want to be seen with their mother. Im glad she was the complete opposite. We had a relationship more like best friends than a mother and daughter one. We were super close. I told her everything and she did the same.
She even knows of how her father and I had broken up.
I remember telling her for the first time.
At first she was a little confused but after a while she realized that he was such a douche, she told me that she was fine without having a father. That all we needed was each other. Mother and daughter against the world.
God. I loved my daughter.
"I know sweetie. I am beyond excited! But remember we must keep this on the down low. You know we've got to keep up our reputations" I smirked.
"Oh yes mother. I know" she winked.
"I mean how would it look if the president of the elite school, the Institute and her mother the well-known successful artist were spotted at a concert wearing "inappropriate attire" and screaming like 15 year old girls?"
"It would look pretty bad mom" she smiled.
"Indeed. Remember. Always Classy" I started
"Never trashy" she continued.
"But a little bit sassy" we both smiled.
"Exactly my dear. So keep that in mind and go get changed. I can drop you off on my way to work."
A/N: Okay, so there's some background info you guys need. Alia is on winter break, so she is off for two weeks. She is 17 turning 18. And Clary is 31. I know If you do the math then Clary would have had a baby at 13 or 14. But she actually had her baby at around 25. So for the time being just don't pay to much attention to the math... Just think of it as "fanfiction magic". I didn't want to make Clary super old, so yea. Bare with me! Anyways Review and tell me what you guys think!