Disclaimer – I do not own any of the characters from The Mortal Instruments.
Chapter One – Preparations
Clary heard a distant noise, sounding faraway as if she was submerged underwater. The incessant sound continued pestering her ears as she buried her face deeper into the plush assorted cushions and pillows which swarmed around her welcomingly. There was no point in how hard she refused the get up, the unwanted noise didn't back down its rampage through the languid silence of the early morning, ringing mercilessly until the small figure angrily pulled off the tangled mess blankets off of her body. Curly hair spiralling out of control around her face, an oversized band tee slinging loosely down one shoulder, teeth gritted in a indignant way at whoever had disturbed her sleep, this was definitely not Clary Fray Morgenstern's strongest look. The media would have sold their souls for a glimpse of the newest upcoming artist and daughter of multi-billionaire in this state.
Groping for her phone where the ringing seemed to be originating from, Clary slumped down onto a hammock on the vast balcony, giving her a stunning view of London, today being a rare day in which the city had decided to appear from the murky fog and rain which usually weathered it. Being the heiress to a globally successful company, she currently lived in converted warehouse which she herself had designed, the highlight of hoards of architecture magazines. Glancing at the caller ID, Clary drew a resigned sigh before clicking answer.
"Jesus Clary, I thought you would never pick up." She did her trademark eye roll.
"What do you expect, calling at this ungodly hour?" She could almost feel his mellow grin as the words ran into her ears.
"But it is godly, because I'm calling you and I'm practically a god. And it's almost eleven." Clary could imagine him smirking to himself. Knowing that she couldn't win this battle, she casually changed the subject.
"What you want, Mister Early Bird?"
"Are you busy for the next two months?" To Clary, the tone of his voice seemed to sound sad, but she brushed it away to the conclusion of her own imagination.
"Yes." Hearing him genuinely sigh with disappointment made her swiftly change her answer. "But I can cancel, nothing big is happening, and I can let Simon take care of things. What are we doing?" She hurriedly rushed through my words.
"Write a bucket list. Five things you want to do, no matter how simple or extreme. I'm doing it too, and we can meet tomorrow at City Airport. The private plane is ready when we are." He talked with so much excitement that Clary couldn't refuse his offer, however strange or last minute as it was.
"One condition." A thought suddenly hit, a way to make things impossibly fun. "Our lists stay secret and we have to do them no matter what." She laughed internally at the thought, five things that she could force Jace to do irrevocably. With a mischievous grin of victory on her face, she heard a slight falter in his voice before he resumed talking.
"Agreed. Welcome to the games, and may the odds be ever in your favour." He drawled, quoting Effie's over the top accent with perfection.
"May the force be with you, Padawan."
"I'M NOT A PADA-" The bright eyed girl seized the moment to hang up on him before calling Isabelle without a moment of consideration of what she could be getting herself into.
I hope you all liked this first chapter, which is kind of like a taster of the story. The idea of it actually is inspired from a book by Sarah Mylnowski called Ten Things We Shouldn't Have Done, which a friend introduced to me so thank you Samantha! I haven't read it yet but you definitely should as she is a great author. The next chapters will be longer than this, and please leave a review of what you thought of it and ideas you might have for the story as I am open to suggestions. Thank you for reading.