(A/N): this is mostly filler, but I had fun writing it, so I hope you have fun reading it! When you're done review! This took up 5 pages on word doc. So I know it is long, well for me, and have fun reading!

Disclaimer: if I owned the mortal instruments, would I be on a Fanfic site? No I would not.

ISABELLE POV

I woke up that morning thinking. What were kids doing at the park at 3:00 am? I shook Simon awake. "Izzy, you know I don't get up as early as you leave me alone." I kept shaking him. I had to get him up. What would make him get out of bed?

"But Simon, I woke up from a text. Clary died last night and was reborn as vampire!"

"WHAT?" Simon yelled.

"Sorry about that. Not true. I just needed to wake you up."

"Izzy!" he complained. "So why did you have to wake me up anyway?"

"I was wondering why there were kids at the park at three O'clock in the morning. They looked about four years old. It just doesn't make sense."

"Yeah, yeah, let me sleep, Izzy, its only 9:00. Why do shadowhunters have to get up so early?" he was snoring in less than a minute.

"Simon! Wake up!

"Huh? What? It's only been about two minutes hasn't it? You know Clary is the same way. Always waking me up at like 10:00."

"10:00? That's really late! When do you get up?"

"Around noon. Let me sleep now."

"No we've got an emergency!"

"nope." He said popping the p.

"Fine. Bye."

"I will see you around 1:00."

I left his house through the window, and sprinted strait to Clary's house. I used the old approach even though Jocelyn gave me a key, through the window. "Clary wake up. You know you and Simon are so alike. You both sleep through the day."

"Simon? What does he have to do with this? You came in and woke me up. It's only 9:00. You know you can use the door, you have a key. And I don't sleep as much as Simon." She said groggily. "I think it's you and jace that are alike. You two get up so early, at like 7:00. That must be torture. Now if you don't mind I am going back to sleep."

"Everyone is sleeping!" I was totally frustrated! "I'm going to find Alec."

"He's at Magnus' they were walking there at like 12:00. They'll still be there."

"Thanks. Never mind. I'm going to find jace, and – " she cut me off.

"I'm coming! I want to wake him up, if he's not already up. Then again," she was talking more to herself now, so I zoned her out and left the same way I came in. on my way down I hear Clary getting up to get dressed. Maybe I will wait for her. As I wait I think. I think about how people sleep so much. Simon I get because he's a vampire, and not fully adjusted back to the daylight after being nocturnal, even it was just for a little while. Finally, Clary steps out of the door, wearing something I'd never thought she'd wear and wonder how much trouble it had taken her to put it on. She was wearing a dress tighter than even I could wear without suffocating. If she bent over it would show her whole butt it was so short. Black, leather, strapless.

"I see you went shopping." That's when I notice the heels. Oh the heels, I want those heels! I think with jealousy. They matched her dress, they were making her almost Jace's height though, they were the highest heels I had ever seen! And this was making a statement, because I had worn some pretty high heels. And Clary was about half a foot shorter than Jace. "You've never worn anything like that before! I've never worn anything like that before! I didn't know they made dresses that tight and short! Are wearing that sleeveless push-up bra I bought you last week? I think you are!"

Clary's cheeks turned red. "Yep they make dresses this short. I pretty much bought it for Jace, though. Not you. I figured if you saw me in this you would freak out. I was right."

"What?" I said, in a voice that totally said cheerleading movie cliché. Fake offended. That was how I sounded. Her hair was down. Perfect large curls, not the way a hairdresser could do it. This was just natural for Clary Fairchild, or was it Garroway now? We went to the institute and strait to Jace's room.

"Wow for you, you surly slept in." Clary said quietly. Jace slowly opened his eyes.

"For you this is – Whoa!" He cut himself off. "I've never thought I'd see you in something tighter and shorter than Isabelle has worn!"

"Do you like it? She flirted.

"Yes!" he said in an excited voice that I knew only Clary could bring out of him.

"Get a room!" I said

"Why don't you? Jace smirked. I left the room.

CLARY POV:

"Get a room! Isabelle said making a face that said 'I don't do that in public!'

"Why don't you?" Jace smirked as I cuddled against him, leaning my head against his temple to point out my new shoes. Isabelle walked out of the room. Jace looked at me. "Exactly how do you walk in those heels? And how high are they?"

"You can tell how high they are. I can usually try to lean my head against you're shoulder and fail. Now I'm too tall to do that." I looked at Jace's bare chest, the black runes stood out on his skin. His muscles as big as ever. I leaned in. strait in. to kiss him. By habit I went on my tip-toes, which was a large challenge in these shoes. I managed. He went on his tip-toes to be able to reach me. This was new. I think I liked it better without the shoes. I broke apart, and glanced at a confused-looking Jace. I took of the shoes and he smiled he liked it better without them too. I smushed my body against his again, and he put his arms around the back of my thighs. My arms around his neck, steadying myself as I stood on my tip-toes. If possible, he deepened the kiss. His lips were soft, and familiar. His mouth tasted like Taki's food, his favorite restaurant. Hopefully I tasted like the mint toothpaste I used before I came out.

He sat me down on his still-warm bed. My dress was more like a shirt now. He seemed to notice this. I shrugged and kissed him again. We broke apart at a knock on the door. Isabelle's voice came through. "You have ten seconds before I come in."

"Do you want to keep going to bug her and pretend we didn't hear her?" Jace whispered just loud enough for me to hear. He didn't give me time to answer, but just pushed me down, so he was lying on top of me on the bed. I forgot about Isabelle. And yet, she still walked in.

"Ahhh! I told you I was coming in!" we sat up. Jace smirked, and gave her a look that said, 'not my fault, his' I looked like a five-year-old caught eating the last cookie before dinner. "Oh and Clary pull that mini-dress down!"

I did as I was told, and was glad I did. As if on cue, Maryse walked in the door. "How is everyone this mourning?" she took one look at Jace's room. "Whoa!" she had never seen Jace's room before. "Jace I thought your room would look like a tornado came through here!"

"No, I think you're mistaking me for Isabelle." He said coolly.

"I guess you're right. Her room is a disaster! At least it was when she was seven. That was the last time I dared to go in any of your rooms'. Isabelle, is you're room still that messy?"

"Mom, when you saw that I had just cleaned it! I think I still have some of those clothes buried in the corner." She said the last sentence more to herself.

"Izzy!" Jace surprisingly said with an expression none of them recognized. "I thought you said you hated you're wardrobe that year!"

"You don't even know what year it was! You weren't here yet!"

"You're right. Oops." He said coolly. Maryse looked annoyed. "Okay you two," she managed. "Isabelle, what's the big emergency you called me for?"

"Well, Alec dragged me and Simon out last night to kill one ravoner demon and I took it away from a couple children and killed it. But, I noticed this morning that we went to kill that demon at 3:00 am! That just isn't right. Kids don't go to the park at 3:00am. No one does! Well, except us, for killing demons, but that doesn't count 'cause we don't go for fun!"

"Actually, we do." I said sheepishly. Jace put his arm around my waist.

"It's true. We do." Jace said and smirked.

"Not the time!" Isabelle warned in a very Maryse-like way.

"By the way was that you? 'Oh there you are Fido! I've been looking all over for you!'" Jace imitated in a high-pitch voice.

"Hey! I sound nothing like that!"

"Would you really name a dog Fido? I mean I would name it Thunder or something."

"Jace! Isabelle! On topic." Maryse snapped. They shot each other a look. I turned on the radio, for some strange reason I felt like listening to music. Everyone looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"When did I even get that? I don't remember owning a radio."

"I brought it in you're room last week. I guess you didn't notice." Isabelle said, and was about to change the station when the commercials ended.

"You were in my room?" Jace asked furiously. "I never go in you're room what, gives you the right to go in mine?"

"You just don't go in my room cause it's a mess."

"Good point. And as long as you're only giving me stuff, I guess you can. But only when you're giving me free stuff." I was board, so I started to sing along to the song. Mine, by Taylor Swift.

"You were in collage working part time wiatn' tables, left a small town, never looked back. I was a flight risk with a fear of falln', wondern' why we bother with love if it never lasts. I say, can you believe it? As we're lying on the couch, the moment I can see it. Yes, yes, I can see it now. You remember we were siten' there by the water, when you put you're arm around me for the first time.

"You made a rebel of a carless man's carful daughter," I wondered if anyone noticed my singing. I think I'm okay, but not like, movie-star worthy. I continued. "You are the best thing that's ever been mine."

"Who the hell is this?" Jace asked.

"You've never herd of Taylor Swift?" I ask, answering his question

"Who?" Isabelle and Jace chorused.

"Taylor Swift! She is sooo my favorite singer! How can you have never herd of her?"

"We don't listen to music much." Isabelle said.

I continued sing along. We'd missed part of the song so I pi ked up in mid-sentence. "My things at you're place; you learn my secrets and figure out why I'm guarded. You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes, but we got bills to pay. We got nothin' figured out, when it was hard to take. Yes, yes, this is what I thought about.

"do you remember we were siten' there by the water, you put you're arm around me for the first time. You made a rebel of a carless man's carful daughter; you are the best thing that's ever been mine. Do you remember all the city lights on the water? You saw me start to believe for the first time, you made a rebel of a carless man's carful daughter; you are the best thing that's ever been mine. And I remember that fight two thirty am, 'cause everything was slippen' right out of our hands. I ran out cryen' and you followed me out into the street. Braced my self for the good-bye, 'cause that's all I've ever known. And you took me by surprise. You said I'll never leave you alone. You said –" I was cut off surprisingly, by Jace.

He started singing. I knew he had extra angel blood in him, but I didn't know he could sing like one. "I remember how we felt siten' by the water, and every time I look at you, it's like the first time. I fell in love with a carless man's carful daughter; she is the best thing that's ever been mine." I decided to join in so we were singing together.

"You made a rebel of a carless man's carful daughter; you are the best thing that's ever been mine. Do you believe it? We're gonna make it now. And I can see it," Jace's face was close to mine. Slowly getting closer. We didn't care that Maryse was watching. "I can see it now." And he kissed me more passionately than ever. His lips soft, safe, comfortable, perfect.

"I though you didn't know the song." I whispered in his ear.

"I don't I was guessing." He whispered back, and I giggled.

"Get a room!" Isabelle complained.

"We had one. Then you walked in. so why don't you get a room if you don't want to see this" he kissed me again, and just to bug Isabelle, slowly, slid his hand up my thigh, and into my super-mini dress.

"Jace!" Maryse exclaimed. We had totally forgotten she was there. He pulled his hand out, and I noticed that Isabelle had blocked her eyes.

"Izzy, have you never done that with Simon? I bet you have. So don't complain when other people do that." I was so turning into Jace. And of course, Isabelle pointed that out.

"You sound like Jace, except less sarcastic."

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