Hello, I decided to do a short Simon pov. Enjoy!

Simon stared at himself in the mirror. He was pale, even more than usual. Blue veins stuck out from his forehead like limbs. His expression was confused.

"Si-si, come on! The club's this way," said Lexi, Simon's new girlfriend.

Lexi dragged Simon down the street to the entrance of the club, "Eighty."

"Excuse me, sir, but do we have to wait in that long, long, line? Surely you can make an exception," Lexi smiled innocently and the bouncer looked Lexi up and down. She was quite pretty. Lexi had straight, thigh-long, blonde hair done up in a ponytail, mesmerizing blue eyes, and a revealing cream dress with red roses.

The man smiled and pulled the red rope aside, "Anything for you, sweetie."

Simon and Lexi walked into the club and spotted Jace and Riley dancing in the corner. The four left together, but Jace got to the club before Simon, not because of traffic, but Simon stopped in an alley a block away to make out with Lexi.

"Hey Simon!" Jace said in a drunk slur, and pulled Simon in for one of those one-handed man hugs, "And Lexi, looking as lovely as ever," Jace winked and Lexi smiled modestly.

Simon went over to the bar and ordered a drink. Usually he didn't drink at clubs, in case he did anything stupid, but tonight was different. Clary and Isabelle had been missing the whole day and Simon was worried.

But Simon was with Lexi now. Beautiful, wonderful Lexi. Besides, Lexi was more realistic. She was a vampire, after all. They could be together, forever... Literally.

Or at least that's what Simon told himself. Simon and Izzy could never be together. He didn't know what Jace's excuse was, though. Maybe Jace was just that big a jerk. Maybe it's a good thing Clary's not dating him anymore.

But Simon was still the nice guy...

Right?

A week had passed since Clary and Isabelle arrived at the Adams, Oregon Institute, and the daily training and demon hunting had begun to take it's toll on Izzy's body. Every step made her wince, every move a burden. How did they live this way?

But, in some ways, it was all worth it. On Isabelle's first day of training, Andrew told her her technique was perfect. Then that night, Andrew and Izzy went demon-hunting together. Though Izzy learned in practice Andrew lacked experience as a shadowhunter, he had natural skill (much like Clary), and the skills somehow kicked into gear with Isabelle. They worked perfectly in sync. At one point, Andrew actually did a front flip over Izzy, to distract the demon, while Izzy swept the demons' legs. Then they simultaneously stabbed it.

They went demon-hunting together the next night too. With Isabelle and Clary, there were three groups of two: Izzy and Andrew, Clary and Stella, and Jackie and Nick. On the second night, at least one person from each group was injured except for Izzy and Andrew's group. They were a "match made in heaven," as Clary calls it.

The third night Clary had a dream about a rune that prevents you from being tracked. Clary woke Isabelle up at three a.m. just to draw it.

Izzy felt safe here. Though Stella was a stick in the mud, and Ruby reminded Isabelle too much of Max for her own comfort, Izzy had gotten used to the old-fashioned furniture, daily rain, better-than-a-professional-chef cooking (Izzy had offered to cook more than once, but one stern look from Clary made Stella refuse on the grounds of being "rude") and Andrew. Isabelle would never get sick of Andrew. He had brown hair that falls perfectly to the side, a kind of "just got out of bed" look, a narrow, thin nose, and his eyes. Isabelle couldn't look away from his eyes.

He was perfect.

"Good job Lola. You're improving," Stella said as they entered the Institute. Clary blushed, even though anyone could see she was improving greatly.

"Thanks, but it's mostly you. You're a great teacher," Stella smiled politely and walked into the kitchen, leaving Clary alone to her thoughts.

Of course, this was never really a good thing, Clary had learned in that past week. Clary couldn't forget about New York City. What if her Mom thought Sebastian took Clary? Was her Mom even looking for her? No... She must be. That's her job, as Clary's Mom. And what about Jace? Did he even care she was missing? Well he must at least acknowledge it, since his sister is missing as well.

Suddenly, hands came down on Clary's waist and she shrieked, "Nick!"

Clary turned around to reveal a laughing teenager, his hands still on her waist. The two had grown much closer in the past week.

Clary wrapped her arms around Nick's neck and hugged him, a tradition that started three nights ago when Nick came back an hour late. It was the first time Clary ever saw Stella look nervous.

After a few seconds, Clary pulled away. Nick smiled crookedly at her.

"Lola! Always back before me... 'Course it's not my fault. Jackie whines a lot."

"Yeah, yeah. You say that every night."

"And you love it. Just like you you love drinking heaven's drink with me three times a day."

Clary laughed out loud. That's was another thing about Nick; he had an obsession with milk. A cult really. A cult honoring milk. With only one member.

Clary first learned about Nick's love after the first night demon-hunting.

"Hey!" said Nick, sneaking up behind her (he had a habit of doing that), "Stella said you did good today."

Clary blushed, "Ok, I guess."

"You thirsty?" Nick smiled.

"Sure." The two of them walked from the living room to the kitchen.

Nick, still smiling, poured two glasses with milk and handed one to Clary. She frowned.

"Milk?" Clary asked, then dumped it down the drain. Nick's eyes widened. At the time Clary didn't know if he was kidding or not.

"You. Don't. Like. Milk," Nick shook his head, "No. I don't believe it."

"What's so hard to believe?"

"But y-you seemed so... Nice."

Clary laughed, "What does that have to do with liking milk?" Nick stared at her for a long minute before closing his eyes, as if in pain.

"You don't get it. Milk isn't a drink to just 'like,' it's a lifestyle. Milk is everything. Creamy, smooth... You can't tell me you don't 'like' milk."

"I. Don't. Like. Milk," Clary teased, using the same tone Nick did earlier.

"Well, you will. I'll make sure of it. You will."

"And how are you planning to do that?"

"I'll fill up your cup with it's deliciousness, then force it down your throat till your begging for more."

Clary smiled, "You'll have to catch me first," then took of running.

Of course he caught her eventually. Clary agreed that, instead of having milk shoved down her throat until she liked it, she would drink one glass of milk, three times a day, with Nick.

"Ok. Let's get this over with."

"That'a girl."

Wow! Finally finished that chapter. Not my best, but I think it's cute and long. Actually this is my last update this year.

Anyways, thanks for the follows, favorites, and especially reviews. They always make me happy ;). Happy new year! (Btw there should be a good Nick/Clary scene in the next chapter).