Sorry i've been a slacker. I just finished one of my other fics and then i went camping, and i couldn't get on the internet. again, im sorry. I will be uploading at least every other day. going to a sleepover in two hours, so i can't do anything tonight, but i will have something for you tomorrow.

(Max pov.)

All I could think of right then was that I needed to grab coffee, get to the bridal shop, and pick out a dress with clary for the wedding, the day that it was required to be all dressed up and fancy. Of course I had to bring the flock along. I was going to be late, and Clary was going to kill me, and I was going to be dead. That sucks.

I grabbed my bag, and ran out the door. I was sweaty, I smelled, and i thirsty, but i didn't have time to stop. I hadn't realized what time it was. Thanks to Magnus, who took my training partner for the morning away from me, I had caught the time. thanks Maggs.

"Max," Gasman said. "Were are we going?"

"To the bridal shop," I answered.

"Why?" Iggy asked, disgusted. "You don't even like dresses."

"I know, but if I don't go to this, Clary will kill me, and I don't want to die."

We had reached the subway, and were flying down the steps. Not literally. We jumped into an empty car, and sat down. I tried to sit alone, away from the traders, but Fang had the courage to sit right next to me, and the others followed after him. This was the most unsettling ride in my life.

Once it was over, I started to speed walk to Starbucks, and grabbed three coffees. I was in and out in less than two minutes. I'm a fast runner, and in New York, you can run through the streets without anyone giving you a second glance.

I soon found the little building, and I quickly handed Fang one of the coffees so that I could open the door. I ran inside, taking the coffee back, searching around for familiar faces. In the corner of the shop, I saw Luke, and Simon. I hurried over before Clary noticed I had just arrived.

I hugged Luke, and gave him his coffee, which he happily took, and set the two others on the side table.

"Hey, Simon," I said, hugging him tightly.

"Hey Ride. Could you not hug me so hard? I can't breathe," he said jokingly.

"Oh shut up Simon." Everyone knew he didn't breathe. Vampires don't need to. He just does it because it's familiar, and because he's a horrible Vamp.

"It's a free country Ride," he said stubbornly. "I can do whatever I want."

"Oh, stop you two," Luke said, looking amused. He looked at me. "You're just as bad as Jace."

"No one's as bad as Jace," Me and Simon said in union.

"Um, Max," Simon taped my shoulder. "Why are there people following you?" Than he pointed to the flock, who must have seen all of that. Luke stud up, ready to fight if needed.

"Um, guys. This is the flock," I said.

(Fang's Pov.)

It was surprising to here Max say that we were going to a bridal shop. She hates dresses. We were running all over town. She seemed to know her way around, which probably meant she had lived here for a while.

When we reached the Bridal shop, Max shoved a coffee into my hand, which, because I was surprised by the sudden gesture, I took. She quickly opened the door, and the coffee magically disappeared, and repapered in her hands.

She paused, but only for a moment, as she searched the room. When she found what she was looking for, she ran over the two unfamiliar people. She hugged the man, setting down the coffees. Then she hugged the pail boy who was wearing a gamer's tee.

"Hey, Simon," she said, hugging him like she used to hug me.

"Hey Ride. Could you not hug me so hard? I can't breathe," he said as if it were a joke.

They talked for a little bit, and I let my mind wonder.

Who are these guys? And that boy- why did Max hug him? Was she his girlfriend? Why does she trust these people? That one man looks like an eraser. This could be a trap. Max always knows when something's a trap. She's the first one that detects this kind of thing.

The boy taped her shoulder, and said, "Um, Max, Why are there people following you?" He pointed to us. The man stud, looking as if he were going to attack us.

"Um," Max said. "Where's Clary? I don't want to have to explain this twice."

"Right here," a little red headed girl, Clary, said, walking out of the changing room behind the boy. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Clary glared at Max. "You're late," she said.

"Sorry, I had to finish training. I'm quite far behind you know?" Clary rolled her eyes, but said nothing as she sat down.

"Okay," Max said. "I'd better introduce everyone. This is Fang," She pointed at me. "This is Nudge. The Gasman, Iggy, and Angel. They are the flock." She looked at us. "Guys, this is Clary, you saw he last night. This is Simon. He's a friend of me and Clary's. And this is Luke, my soon to be stepdad."

"Your stepdad looks like an eraser," Gasman whispered.

Luke gave an uncomfortable smile. "So, you're the flock?" he said.

"Yes," I said simply.

"I thought you said Fang doesn't speak when he doesn't have to," Simon said.

"Simon," Clary hissed. She looked at us. "Hi. I'm Max's sister."

"Yes, we know," Iggy said. "Jace explained everything last night."

"Oh, good," Luke said. "In that case, I'll tell you that I'm not an eraser, but rather a werewolf."

"A werewolf," Nudge asked. He nodded. "That would explain all the hair and stuff, but it doesn't explain why you joined Valentine and the others seeing how they tried to wipe out all downworlders, like you. I mean, did you not know you were a werewolf, and joined him because you didn't like downworlders, and wanted them dead; or did you know, and try and go undercover and destroy the group from the inside out, like they do in the movies? Or maybe…" Angle put her hand to Nudges mouth. I looked at Luke. He looked sad and a bit ashamed.

"Well you see, I was a shadow hunter, but when I went to go take out a pack of werewolves, I was bitten, and turned into one." He didn't seem to want to explain the whole thing.

"Where's mom," Max asked, trying to change the subject.

"She's in back trying on wedding dresses," Clary said, watching us.

Angle, I thought.

Yes, Fang, Angle thought back.

What is Clary thinking?

After a little bit, she answered, I don't know.

What do you mean, you don't know?

I can't read her mind. I can't read Max's either. I was able to read it before.

I could tell that Angle was freaking out. She could always read other people's minds before.

"I don't get why the women wouldn't let me come along," Luke said.

Max chuckled. "Because, Luke, in the mundane world its bad luck for the groom to see the bride in their wedding dress. And we need good luck."

"What's a mundane?" Gasman asked.

"A mundane is one who can't see the real world, like vampires, werewolves, shadow hunters, demons, and fairies. You get the picture."

"So, you just go around calling people mundanes?" Nudge asked.

"No that's a Jace thing."

"But it's a far nicer name than he's given me," Simon mumbled.

"And what name would that be?" I asked.

"Blood sucker."

"Wait," Iggy waved his hands. "You're a vampire?"

Simon grinned, showing his white incisor. "Sure am."

"Then how can you go out in the sun?" Nudge asked.

"I don't know. Most Vampires can't."

"Most vampires can't what, Blood Sucker," Jace asked, as he walked over to us. He squinted his eyes. "Who died in here? Are you sure this is a bridal shop, or is it a funeral home?"

"It's a bridal shop, Jace," Clary said smiling.

"In the mundane world, white is the color of weddings," Luke explained.

"Well, in the Shadow world, white is the color of death," Jace said, mater of faculty.

"We were just talking about how Simon can go out in the light," Max said.

"Oh that's easy," he said. "He's the daylighter. Once he was drained of almost all his blood, and I gave him some of mine." He showed us a scar on his wrist. "And because I have angle blood in me, it gave him the ability to go out in the light."

"A lot of Vampires hate me for it," Simon said.

"Max," Clary said. "We need to try on dresses. I want to find one so that we can get this over with."

Max groaned. "I don't want to. I hate dresses."

"To bad Maxy," Jace said, smiling evilly, and pointing. "It's your job a brides maid to wear a dress and look happy. Get used to it."

"Okay, let's get this over with." Max got up, and her and Clary went looking for dresses. We sat there for almost an hour, looking at dress, after dress, after dress, when finally Max said, "Okay, we've been trying dresses on for hours. I want to go home."

Luke chuckled. "You two are imposable. Just pick one, and you can leave."

They ran to the stack of dresses, muttering to each other, arguing, and gesturing.

Finally they agreed on a copper colored dress. It was simple, the only thing on it being a copper colored rose. They went to the counter, purchasing the two dresses. Clary pulled Jace up, and Simon stood, linking arms with Max.

"So," Iggy asked. "Were to now? If you say the mall, I might kill you."

Max, Clary, and Simon looked disgusted. "You really think I would go to the mall?" She didn't wait for an answer, just left.

"Okay, last night you and Clary kind of ran off, and didn't really explain the sister thing," Ig said. "Because I might not be able to see, but I can tell that that isn't Ella.

"Yes," Max said. "Clary here, is my Sister. My full sister."

"Your mom had another kid?" asked the Gasman.

"No," I could hear the anger in Maxes voice. "That woman was not my mother. She lied. Clary is my twin sister. Jocelyn Fray is my mother. I'm positive of that."

"How can you be sure?" I asked.

"Because we have these."

(Angle Pov.)

Both Clary and Max slid the cloth off their shoulders to reveal star shaped birth marks.

"I don't see how that proves that you're sisters," Fang said.

"Valentine put angle blood in our mother's food when she was pregnant with us." Clary said, "When we were born, we had star shaped birth marks on our shoulders." I had to admit; except for the hair color and height, they were exact look-a-likes. "He also put angle blood in Jace too."

"Were did you go last night?" Fang asked.

"Home."

"I thought the institute was your home."

"I have two homes." She turned to leave, dragging Clary with her. I tried to hear Clary's thoughts, but I couldn't. Why couldn't I? I could hear everyone else's thoughts; but why not theirs? It was terrible. I could always hear them, but now I couldn't. Was this what it was like for the others when they wanted to know what someone else was thinking, but couldn't? I hated this.

"Wait!" I yelled. "Why can't I read your mind?"

They both gave each other an evil smile before facing me. "Because," Clary called. "It's one of the angle's gifts to us. As long as we are together…"

"Our minds is our own," Max finished. I could tell that she was enjoying this.

"What other gifts did the angle give to you," Nudge asked.

"Clary can create new runes," Jace said. "I can jump very high, run really fast, am very strong, and I have charm and good looks." He winked at Clary, who blushed.

"What about you Max," Gasman asked.

"Stay tuned, and you'll find out," She said.

"I've got to go," Simon said.

"Were to?" Clary asked.

"Band practice."

"What's your name now," Max asked.

"Moldy road trip."

Everyone laughed, including the flock. "Why," Max tried to say, "dose every name Eric thinks of have something to do with mold?"

"He gets his inspiration from the garage."

"And…"

"He has a very moldy garage."

"Well, go have fun, Si. Don't tell me how it goes."

"Won't do." Simon walked away, and Jace looked at Clary.

"That's your best friend right there," he said.