Sorry sorry sorry! School started and I have track every day after school for 2 hours, so I'm so busy )':

I'm finally getting to read The Infernal Devices! Yes! (Maybe a couple fanfics will come out of that)

On the other hand, you guys are so awesome! I got so many responses! A couple quick shoutouts:

Mars-Bars 3 3 - You gave me some ideas and good feedback

sizzyherondale - I love your story 'wonderfully unsimple' :)

bestshadowhunter - thanks for answering the question about sizzy, malec, and jaia

Enjoy!

"My new trainer? I didn't think my mom would get one that quickly." Clary said half to herself.

"Come again?" Thomas asked.

"Oh it was nothing."

Thomas had medium brown hair that flopped to the right side of his head in a rounded cut and lay just above his eyebrows. It covered half of his ears with a moving finish on top. Thomas had grey-brown eyes and a square jaw. He was muscular, not in the way Jace was, but more prominent. You could definitely see his strength.

"Since there's no training today, would you mind showing me around?" said Thomas with a smile dancing on his lips.

"That won't be a problem." Clary replied. She motioned him to follow her and she showed him Alec's room, Isabelle's room, the kitchen, where she told Thomas to never eat anything that Isabelle cooked, her room, the training room, and Jace's room.

Jace.

"Clary what's wrong?" Thomas took her hand and squeezed it.

"Nothing. It's just," Clary sighed. "Jace broke up with me yesterday and, and it was just really hard for me."

"Well I don't see why he would've." Thomas looked her straight in the eye, and was about to say something when the sprinklers that put out a fire turned on. Clary gave a surprised yelp and put her hands above her head. She absolutely hated water. Thomas was in front of her, and didn't seem to notice that he was getting sprayed too. He was too busy laughing, in fact he had doubled over and when he came back up, his eyes were watering. Clary smiled in return.

"What timing." Clary said sarcastically.

"Y-you're soak-king wet!" Thomas could barely manage the sentence out, he was laughing so hard.

"You're not looking that pretty either!" Clary laughed with him. Thomas's usually brown, fluffy hair was dark now and it looked like he had just jumped in the pool. His white t-shirt was soaked through and Clary could see the hard lines of his muscular abdomen, and his chest. Clary thought if Thomas looked good wet, she would probably have stringy dark red curls of – ugh.

Just then, Isabelle came running out of the kitchen with an embarrassed look on her face and a blackened spoon in her hand. She too, was dripping wet and her black hair was matted down to her cheeks and forehead.

"Sorry! I was trying to make grilled cheese sandwiches and then – well you get it. Who wants Chinese?"

Later, after empty takeout cartons were thrown away and everyone dried off, Thomas was given a room to stay in. It was two doors down from Clary's bedroom. The room was identical to the room she had, except it was bare and plain inside. The walls were light beige, and the floor was hardwood. There was no furniture inside except a dark wood frame bed and a bedside table of the same material.

"Hey Clary, do you know where Alec is? I haven't seen him all day." Isabelle asked Clary.

"No, I don't know. I should go to bed, I'm exhausted." Clary yawned and started down the hall.

Clary was opening the door to her room when Thomas called to her from his down the hall

"Clary, can you come here for a second?" he asked.

"Yeah sure."

"Okay, I'm going to take your advice and not eat Isabelle's cooking." He said.

Clary couldn't help but giggle at this statement. "I would think so, after what happened earlier." She answered.

"Yeah you looked pretty funny all wet, and embarrassed and -" Thomas started with a smirk on his face.

"Hey!" Clary pushed him lightly on the shoulder, smiled and rolled her eyes. "I did not, and I was not embarrassed! I just hate getting wet." She said.

"Well just tell me if you ever need an umbrella."

Clary found this oddly touching and they stood like that for a moment, unmoving and looking at each other's faces. Then Thomas did something completely unexpected. He pulled her towards him in a giant hug. Clary, too shocked to do anything, stayed there with her arms awkwardly at her side. Thomas pulled away, and looked at her with his deep, mysterious grey eyes. They seemed to be a stormy ocean sky, or a swirling cloud. She wondered what he was thinking.

"Goodnight Clary." He said.

Meanwhile, Alec was at Magnus's house. He had invited him over to watch a movie with popcorn. The movie was old, probably from the seventies. There was a lot of hair. A lot of hair. Although it seemed like an interesting move, Alec wasn't paying attention, and neither was Magnus. He had taken Alec's hand and was rubbing it affectionately. He flashed a smirk at Alec. Suddenly, the glittery-haired warlock moved, and Alec found himself in a light kiss with him. Feeling bold tonight, Alec pushed forwards, so now he was kissing him harder. Magnus put his arms around him, pushing him closer. Alec groaned against Magnus's lips. Then, the warlock pushed forwards, and Alec was lying on his back, with his lover on top of him. Magnus nibbled at Alec's ear. 'I love you' he whispered. Alec's cheeks filled with color from exhaustion and lust. Magnus planted sizzling kisses along his jawline and down his neck. He stopped at the hollow of his throat and looked up. Alec's head was back, his eyelids half open, and he loved that he could drive this boy insane. Alec then tackled Magnus, so that he was on top of him, and kissed him passionately. They did this for hours until finally, they collapsed in pleasant dreams in their heads, and neon colors on the TV.

Here's a picture of a hot guy I based Thomas on

Hoooooolllllllyyyy Hotness! .

Random question, how old do you think I am?

I don't know why I'm asking it, I just want to know!