My dearest friend, how are you this fine morning?
Isn't it kinda creepy that my cousin now talks like that? He started saying "touché" and "cliché" all the time...even though it was obvious he didn't know what they meant. But hey it was fun to see him make a fool out of himself ;)
Hi, it's been a while hasn't it? I've just been so freaking busy…why is it that the one summer that I want it not to be busy is the one summer it is horribly busy? But on the bright side I got to do an eighty mile jet boat tour and pet a bangeled tiger cub.
And by the way, I'm an idiot for deciding to take AP Euro, Honors English, and Chemistry this year. I'm too stubborn to back out of them though so my updates are going to be really scattered and random…. I'M SORRY!
Disclaimer: Yo no soyCassandra Clare yyo no habloespañol
On with the story…..
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Simon and Maia were walking down the street together, they weren't holding hands but every so often there hands would brush each others and each would suppress the urge to grab the others hand. Neither of them really spoke about much of anything…just your basic "How have you been?" and "Why haven't we hung out lately?" but Maia was getting fed up.
"And then I—"
"Simon?" Maia asked, completely ignoring the fact that she had interrupted him.
"What? It's not nice too—"
"Simon?" Maia repeated.
"What?"
"I'm going to kiss you."
"What? Why?"
"Because." Simon wasn't able to get in any more questions because before he even had the chance to open his mouth again Maia was on her toes pressing her mouth to his. He reacted automatically—well as automatically as some can when the girl you've been crushing on for years decides that she's tired of waiting and kisses you. One of Simon's hands went to the small of her back and the other went to her hair. Maia reached up farther wrapping her arms around his neck. Too soon for Simon's liking Maia pulled away and they both gasped for breath.
"So…" Simon said giving Maia a meaningful look.
"So, what?"
"Can we go back to the whole 'Why did you just kiss me?' thing for a moment?"
"Well, it was obvious that you weren't going to take the first step."
"So you did?"
"No, a monkey did."
"You're a monkey?" Simon asked gasping dramatically.
"No," Maia said, "I'm a werewolf."
"Right," Simon muttered to himself.
"But," Maia continued, "I'm a werewolf who likes you."
"Well," Simon said, grateful for the dark because he was sure he was blushing. "I guess it's time for me to reveal that I'm a human."
"You are?"
"Yes," Simon said sadly. "But, I am a human who likes a werewolf."
"You like Luke?"
"Yes. I mean no. I like you."
"Good."
"I'm going to kiss you, now."
"Alright." Maia went up on her toes in order to solve the drastic height distance problem. Right as their lips brushed each others Simon was ripped from her arms. She looked, thankful that her werewolf eyesight remained with her even after she turned human, and saw Simon being dragged away by someone who she didn't like. Someone who smelled like a vampire. Maia didn't really think after that—she just acted. Within a split second she was transformed into a werewolf and bounding after Simon.
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"Where are we going?" Clary asked Jace looking up at him.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out." He gave her hand a slight squeeze.
"That's not fair!"
"Clary, life isn't fair." Clary gave a growl—which Jace thought made her look like an upset kitten.
"Well, if I die, I'm blaming you."
"If you die I'll blame me, okay?"
"Good, because if I die it will be your fault."
"You won't die though."
"That's what you want me to think."
"Angel, Clary why are you so convinced that something will go wrong?"
"When does something ever go right?"
"Now."
"Jace, I'm disappointed in you, that was way too cheesy. I should have known you had the beauty but not the brains."
"I am too smart!"
"Oh, really? Explain the quote 'There are ten types of people in this world—those who know binary and those who don't.'"
"You miss quoted it. You said ten types of people but you only named two."
"I said the quote right."
"But—"
"See, my point is proven."
"No way, that wasn't a fair question."
"Fine then, how much of pi do you know?"
"Pie? Boston Crème—"
"Wrong again, I said pi. As is P-I."
"Oh, pi," Jace said although it was obvious to Clary he had no idea what pi was.
"It's a system of numbers, Jace. It goes 3.1415926535…..and I don't know any more of it….but it goes on forever."
"I knew that," Jace protested. Clary rolled her eyes. "Okay," Jace admitted, "maybe it confused me a little bit, but I'm still the best Shadowhunter of our age."
"And how do you figure that?"
"I've killed more demons than anyone else."
"That may be true but I can create new runes."
"I can jump down three stories and land gracefully on my feet."
"I killed Valentine."
"Crap," Jace muttered, "Remind me not to oppose you ever again, okay?"
"Sure thing."
"Clary, do me a favor and close your eyes for a second, would you?" Clary looked at Jace dubiously her eyes still wide open. He emitted a dramatic sigh before coming to stand behind her draping one large hand over her both her eyes and placing the other on the small of her back guiding her.
"If I die, I will come back and haunt you," Clary warned. Jace gave a low chuckle sending chills up her back. They walked for what seemed like forever to Clary but was probably no more than a few minutes. To Clary it felt like they were walking on something kind of mushy but she couldn't think of what it might be.
"Ready?" Jace whispered in her ear. She nodded—preparing herself for the worst. His hand slid away revealing a blanket lying on the grass. On top of the blanket was a picnic basket bursting with food that looked delicious. With a grin she sat down across from Jace and they both began eating. Soon they found themselves playing a game, you would be asked a question that you had to answer and once you answered it you could ask the other person a question.
"What was your favorite birthday present?" Clary asked Jace, she wasn't looking at him; she was starring at the stars, so she wasn't able to see the grin that lit up his face.
"If you tell anyone about this I just might kill you but when I was little I once asked for a bath in spaghetti. It was quite slippery."
"Valentine let you bathe in spaghetti?"
"That, my dear, was another question and if I'm not mistaken it was not your turn. Clary, who is your best friend?"
"Simon," Clary answered immediately. "What is your middle name?"
"I don't have one…I always used to think it was Christopher but—"
"That was his name, right. I wonder what ever happened to my lovely brother," Clary murmured to herself.
"Who was your first kiss?" Clary felt her cheeks burn red and, thankfully, she was saved from answering because her phone began ringing. Clary grabbed it out of her handbag purse that Isabelle insisted she bring and flipped it open.
"Hi, Maia. What's up?"
"Simon…" Maia gasped.
"What about him?"
"Bit…."
"What do you mean bit?"
"Vampire…"
"Maia, tell me what happened. Now!"
"We were attacked, they took Simon. I changed. Simon was already bit by the vampire. I killed the vampire, but some of his blood was spilled into Simon mouth."
"By the Angel, how much?"
"Too much."
"Is he okay?"
"He's not breathing."
"Take him to the Institute. We'll meet you there."
"What was that?" Jace asked, he was half raised from the blanket.
"We need to get to the institute."
"Why?" Jace asked clearly flabbergasted.
"Simon was bit by a vamp."
"The mudie?"
"No, the other Simon. Yes, Simon!"
"Just trying to get my facts straight."
Clary pretended she handed heard him say anything. "What's the quickest way to get to the institute?"
"Cab probably, but that will still take a long time."
"Do you have your stele?" Clary asked a plan formulating in her mind.
"Yes, why?"
"Just give it to me, Jace." Jace handed it to her and she walked over to a nearby tree. She took a few deep breaths before she began to draw. The rune was as close to her as an old friend and it only took seconds before she was done.
"Come on, Jace," she said taking his hand before stepping inside the portal. A whirling sensation over came them as the institute formed in front of them. About a block away Jace and Clary saw a bloody and bruised Maia half carrying and half dragging an unconscious Simon.
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Well, now seems like the perfect spot to end the chapter. Mainly because I really need to go continue working on my stupid homework that I hate and that should have been done a while ago….
When do people start school? I start on Monday.
Review and I just might let Simon survive.