Hi everyone. I'm sorry I know that my updates have been irregular, but I now have a written plan so hopefully that will help. But my time management skills also must improve, because Year Twelve is harder than I thought it would be.

I don't own the Mortal Instruments or its characters, only the idea for this story is mine.

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"So, clary seems to be extremely happy." Simon stated to break the silence that somehow always seemed to be over them, this car ride seemed no different.

"What do you know about what Clary is feeling. You meet her two seconds ago, and you want to tell me how my best friend is feeling?" Izzy honked the car horn as the light had just turned green, her anger conveying into her driving. "By, the way thankyou captain obvious!"

Simon sat taken a back. He wondered what made Izzy like this all the time and why that was so. He wondered this until something snapped inside of him.

"You know that I didn't ask for any of this either, right?" Simon questioned with his voice rising. "My parents also picked for me! I didn't think I would be getting married at this age. I'm still young and I do like my freedom!"

"Oh, come on. You have been cheery from the moment that I meet you in that stupid restaurant. You haven't even rolled your eyes once." Izzy said matter-of-factly, before she scoffed "And what would you do with your so-called freedom? Play video games?"

"What were my parents thinking? I can't marry someone like you."

Izzy jerked the car to a stop. The kind of sudden stop that causes the seatbelt to create whiplash. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Since the moment that I meet you, not once has there been a kind word." Simon said cutting straight to his point. "Even just a simple hello. Every word has been laced with venom."

"Well, I don't know you! Or your family!"

"You haven't even tried to get to know us!"

"What do you expect me to do? Act like this is my happily ever after!"

"No, that is not what I meant!"

"Then, what Simon? Because in case you haven't noticed, I will fight this!" Izzy took a deep breath, trying to remove the lump that had formed in her throat. "It just isn't fair to have the life that I had always imagined ripped away from me." Izzy had tried to and failed to calm herself. "I'm sorry. It may feel like a personal insult, but I am not going to change."

"Get out of the car." Simon said softly trying to not upset her further.

"No, it is my car!" Izzy chocked through her sobs. "Why do you want me to get out?"

"Iz, you seem to be too upset to drive." Simon internally freaked. This was the first time he had ever called her 'Iz'. If he was honest he didn't mean to call her that. It had just slipped out.

"Well, I am not and if you don't use that nickname EVER again, I might try to be nice to you when there is no one else around."

"Look, whatever, but the sky is blue so I win. Switch with me. I am an excellent driver." Simon exclaimed causing Izzy to look at him with dismay and confusion but she did what he had asked of her anyway.

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Clary and Jace entered her parent's house accompanied by the sound of laughter with their fingers intertwined. The source of their laughter was renewed as they saw both sets of their parents sitting at the table with astonished looks painted onto their faces.

The astonished looks were for a good reason. The last time that Clary and Jace had been in the presence of their families, the two had been anything but civil. There were questions that had to be asked and therefore answered.

"What are you two doing?" It was John who asked the question that they had all been internally wondering.

"Well, whilst we rather that you had let us get to this stage on our own," Clary started one of her half-truths. She had been gaining an insight on how to lie successfully today, even to the people that knew her best. Now it was time for the part of her statement that is the lie. "I have come to realise why you thought that Jace and I would be a good match.

"Well," Jocelyn started "I am glad that you don't seem to hate each other anymore. Or any of us either."

Although what Jocelyn had said was a statement, everyone in the room could tell that she was testing the two young adults that stood before them. Their families suddenly didn't look like the people that they knew and loved but rather like a judge and a jury.

Jace squeezed Clary's hand that was still in his. She still seemed to be frozen in thought. She hadn't replied so, to not get caught on their poor acting, Jace spoke trying to pass the test that was set before them. "I don't think that what I felt for Clary was ever hate. Before I just felt annoyance at the situation that you had all had put us in. Again, we would have preferred to have dated for a while, to see if this attraction we both feel could turn in to something more." Clary was now nestled in to his side. He looked down at her asking for permission for what he wanted to say next. "Can we sit and join you? Maybe start planning our wedding?"

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"There is no way in hell we are watching that!" Simon exclaimed. When he had suggested he and Izzy watch a movie to cheer her up, even when he allowed her to pick the movie why Simon made the popcorn, he didn't expect what she now held in her hands.

"What is wrong with it?" Izzy questioned holding the DVD cover to her chest like it was the world's most precious metal. "It is awesome. The cars are fast and impressive. The characters are good looking. And the storyline is exactly what I need right now. The good guys helping the defenceless despite the challenges they face."

"Izzy, can't you just pick something else."

"What would you have just watch then Simon?"

"Um, Star Wars always seems to cheer me up."

"Really? I have never watch that. I also have very little desire to ever watch that."

"But it is awesome."

"That is your opinion, and you are entitled to it."

"So, we can watch it?"

"That might be your idea of a cheer up movie but it certainly is not mine!" Izzy sighed. She had already let her emotions get the better of her once today, and to save what little was left of her pride and dignity, she couldn't again. "Please just let me watch my movie."

"Fine," Simon started his reply, earning a small look of victory that graced Izzy's face for only half a moment. This look prompted Simon to sarcastically add, "Since you asked so nicely."

Once the movie had begun to start the corners of Isabelle's mouth had started to turn upwards if ever so slightly. As she began to mouth the words that she had memorised by heart there was a small smile gracing her face.

"I don't see why we have to watch this movie, if you know every word." Simon muttered, hoping that Izzy did not hear him.

Isabelle may have been fully engrossed in the plot that had already began to thicken but still managed to starkly respond with "Oh, shut up Simon! I am trying to watch pure geniuses!"

"I can feel my brain cells dying every second that I watch this." Simon whined. Luckily for him Izzy was already in the world of fast cars to acknowledge his comment.

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"Clary must have only been about six," Jocelyn started before she corrected herself. "No, she was seven, when she decided that werewolves were real. Clary had even been convinced that Luke was a werewolf and ask him all sort of question. What do you eat? Do you change on a full moon? She had gotten the idea from one of the shows that Jonathon was watching. Needless to say, he wasn't allowed to watch that show again."

Clary groaned and elbowed Jace to stop his laughter. "Mum, did you have to tell that story?"

Not long after Clary and Jace had sat down their parents had been trying to top the level of embarrassment that they could bring out in their children. It started off innocent enough, stories of what they had stuffed into their mouths or noses as babies. The longer this competition went on the older Jace and Clary had gotten in the stories. The longer it went on the more humiliated the two had gotten.

"Jace was turning six and we asked him what he wanted us to get him for his birthday. We asked and asked hoping he would change his mind but he didn't. There was one thing that he was dead set on and that was-" Celine started her story of chagrin but was cut off by her son. Jace knew were this story was heading and couldn't allow for it to be told.

"We have those reservations for tonight." Jace stated randomly, his eyes looking pleadingly at Clary. "Clary, we cannot miss our first date."

"I guess not." Clary responded, she knew very well that Jace was avoiding something to do with that story. And she would find out. Soon.

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Can you guess what movie Izzy and Simon were watching? It is one of my favourites. I also have nothing against Star Wars, just never watched it. Shocked? I also haven't seen or read Harry Potter. Anyway, please review.

P.S Would love a Beta