A/N: Sorry it took me awhile to update, guys. I've benn pretty busy with wrestling conditioning and drama practice. So here ya go! I'd also like to clear a couple things up: Sebastian does not turn out to be Johnathon. And Simon did not go with Jace to Idris.

Clary arrived in New York without a problem. Once her feet touched American soil, she found herdelf to be in fron of the Institute. The place that has become her home, but never really felt like it. The place. she and Jace shared their first kiss. After that particular memory came, she scowled. She didn't want to be thinkning about him.

She started to walk away from the markings of so many events in her life and made her way to the parms that would hold comfort.

Clary reached Simon's house in no time, considering the subway wasn't very busy this late at night. Just a few hobos, a couple of people trying to get home, and gothic kids with nothing better to do. She felt sorry for the goths.

She walked up to the porched and rung the doorbell. In no time, the door was opened by Simon's mother in a pink robe.

"Clary!", she said, shocked. "What are you doing here so late? It's nearly midnight"

"I'm aware of the time, Mrs. Lewis. I was just wondering if Simon was here. I'm kinda going through rough times and I just want someone to talk to." I said in a rush. Should I have offered a little less as an explaination? Oh well, too late now.

"Yes, he's up in his room. I don't know how that boy can stay up so late and sleep throughout the day. Quite odd, if ya ask me." Sigh. "Teenagers. And as for your problems, we're always here, Clary. If you ever need anything, just let us know and we wouldn't mind one bit."

I was oddly touched. "Thank you, Mrs. Lewis. You have no idea how much that means to me." I walked up and offered her a hug, which she gladly accepted.

I walked in and was about to make my way upstairs, when I turned around about to say thank you again as Mrs. Lewis locked up the door. On the back of the robe it said, "You know you want me, stud muffin" On her ass, "Come and get it" Well, that just great! I come here to be comforted, only to be traumatized. Crazy lady.

I went upstairs to Simons room and heard the sounds of the video games he was playing. I shake my head. Only Simon would spend a Saturday night in his room playing video games, when he would have no problem landing a hot chick.

I didn't bother knocking, I never did. So why start now? I wish I knocked, he was laying on the ground in a pair of green and black boxer shorts. On his butt saying, "Kiss Me, I'm Irish!"

What was with this family and creepy, seductive clothing? God.

"Simon put some pants on, you're not even Irish!" I shouted. You would think that with his vampire senses, he already knew I was there. But no. Once Simon gets into a games, he really gets into it.

He jumped up once he her the sound of my voice. " Who cares if i'm not Irish? If some girl wanted to see my underwear and it said to kiss me, I think she'd do it and who am I to turn her down?"

It was relaxing an good to be back in Simon's room. I was so familiar with it that it just screamed, home.

I ran into his arms, where I fully intended on staying for the rest of the night.