I said that the next one was going to be Simon. See, I do make good on my promises! Even if they do take a few years...

Oh. Look at that. A new chapter.

Aren't you proud of me or did you forget me? It's okay if you did. I forgot myself. For about a week I went around calling myself Chad.

Okay, that's a lie. I'm being a dumbass.

Uhm...wow. I've totally forgotten how to write an Author's Note. I kinda suck, don't I?

Oh, yes this song does feature Kerli, but it's technically by Tokio Hotel!

...You know who is really awesome? Emilie Autumn. She's awesome. And Florence and the Machines. And have you read The Scorpio Races? You should. Sean is badass.

Oh, crap, the disclaimer...how did that go again? Wasn't it all fancy-schmancy and shit?

Disclaimer: I do not own or make money off of The Mortal Instruments. This was made purely for fans by a fan. It is in no way sponsored, approved, endorsed by, or affiliated by Cassandra Clare or McElderry Books, or any other affiliates.

Yeah...that's how it went!


Character(s): Simon

Setting: Post-City of Glass, Pre-City of Fallen Angels

Song: Strange by Tokio Hotel feat. Kerli

Word Length: 555

Strange

Simon watched as sheets of rain poured upon the streets of New York from the safety of the local coffee shop-the very shop he and Clary had been at the night she had disappeared into the world of Shadowhunters.

He turned his head, making sure the Mark of Caine was still covered, and stared down at the cup of coffee in front of him. It had been there, untouched for about half an hour and Simon expected that there was going to be a ring staining the table whenever he decided to pick the mug up. Though he doubted he would. Since returning turning into a Daylighter, he'd been trying to live a life as close to normal as he could, and that included drinking coffee even though he no longer had an appetite for it. He didn't even know how he was able to delude himself for so long into thinking the swill was still good and how long he was going to keep deluding himself.

Simon made a noise that was half-way between a loud sigh and a groan as he made to push the mug of coffee away. Except, instead of pushing it away like he meant too, he brought it to his lips. The liquid was lukewarm and only added to the disgusting taste.

A noise behind him caused him to turn-a typical human reaction, he realized with a wince-and found a gaggle of girls who couldn't be any older than thirteen but dressed as if they were sixteen. They were just barely scratching the surface of their lives and already they seemed to want to be so much older than they were. They were even discussing the latest way to keep your skin from getting wrinkles. Simon clenched his jaw at the sight and turned back forward, slumping in his seat. A month ago he would be scoffing at them for completely different reasons such as the fact that it looked like a box of crayola markers exploded all over their faces. Now, he scorned them for worrying about something so trivial such as wrinkles when it wasn't something they really needed to worry about for another twenty years.

Of course, Simon didn't suppose that every teenager had the mature attitude that a vampiric monster that could live forever and never look any older than sixteen that he did.
And that just made it more depressing.

Here Simon was, clutching coffee he could barely stand, practicing with a band that was never going to decide on a name forget about making it big, and trying to be normal.

He was a vampire for Christ's sake!

And he lived in a world with werewolves and faerie and demons that he hadn't even known about for the first 15 years of his life.

He didn't even know what normal meant anymore.

Not for the first time, he glanced around at the group of people, ranging from teenagers to those in their mid-twenties-people who were living their 'normal' lives with cups of coffee that they didn't regurgitate after one sip.

It was a perfect world of perfect people living perfect lives. It was a world that Simon had more or less been cast out of.

And as he looked upon all of the humans, all he felt was strange.


Mm, this wasn't my favorite. I adore Simon to pieces but I don't think that I did him justice in this piece.

Oh crap, thanQs! How did those work?

Uh, thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter! And those people were...

SerenaAngel1993

IthinkIthinktoomuch

You guys are bloody freaking sweet. And more so if you happen to read this chapter!

And as a personal note to you guys, I may seem different in my ANs from previous chapters but that's basically because I've become an ass. A very sarcastic ass.

I don't think I've got much else to say except Brony.

Oh, and MaKorra. Def MaKorra. Except, FU Mako!

Now leave me alone. I must wipe the make up off my face and go sleep so that I may wake up at ten a.m. and watch The Legend of Korra.