"JOOOOOONNNNNAAATHAN get your lazy self uppppp!" Clary was trying without success to wake up her hibernating brother.

"Jonathan, if you don't get up, I'm eating the rest of the pop tarts." This seems to catch her brothers attention

"You wouldn't dare" he mutters slowly opening his eyes.

Clary let an evil smile fall over her face "watch me."

That pretty much got her brother up and moving.

"You are quite literally a little demon." Clary didn't bother to acknowledge this ridiculous comment.

She left her brothers room so he could get ready and went downstairs to wait. She and her brother were going to see her best friend, Simon and his band play. And Clary would be damned if she let her idiot brother make her late again. She knew how important this was to Simon, he was like another brother to her, though she was pretty sure he had a crush on Jonathan, Clary had been trying to set the two up forever.

Jonathan came bounding down the stairs, skipping two steps at a time and managing to look graceful which Clary thought was horribly unfair considering she had trouble going down the stairs like a normal human without tripping. Though it seemed the Universe had fun making things unfair between her in her brother. For example he was five foot eight, a practical giant! At least compared to Clary's five foot and an inch, yes that inch counted. And she asks couldn't help but envy his hair, his was stark white and cut in a fade whereas hers was a curly mess of orange and red down to her lower back. The two did however have the freckles and green eyes in common though Clary still thought it was ridiculous that Jonathan managed to look like a model with them and she looked like a rag Ann doll. Not that she would ever admit it to her brother.

"So are we going or not?" Her brother asked, still grumpy from waking up.

"Yup" Clary walked outside of their house and started towards the cafe Simon would be playing at.

The walk should not have been that long, only 15 minutes, but her brother acted like it was an eternity. It seemed he was always complaining about something the whole way, his hair, his clothes, his boyfriend. It took all of Clary'a will power not to turn around and strangle her brother.

Just as Clary was thinking about how bad it would be to serve jail time for her brothers murder, someone walked into her and her brother.

She couldn't really get a good look at the person, but she was pretty pissed that they didn't even apologize. And apparently so was her brother.

"Dude! What the hell!" Her brother said, annoyed

The person looked at her and Jonathan, this close Clary could see he was a boy, many Jonathan's age, so 16. But that's about all Clary could make out before he just started running in the opposite direction.

"See only crackheads are out at this ungodly hour!" Jonathan complained some more

Authors Note

I hope you like the story so far! Please comment and give me advice! I really enjoyed writing this chapter and will work on making longer ones!