THANK THE FOUR PEOPLE WHO READ THIS. THANK TERRA FOR HELPING ME. WITHOUT HER I WOULDN'T HAVE THIS.
"Thank you Uncle Simon." I told my uncle. He grunted and closed his door. I stood alone in the creepy un-blessed hallway of the institute. It smelled really moldy. I started walking to the exit outside. I moved the heavy grid out of the way of the door. People really did not want us to get out this way.
I stepped into the polluted air of New York. It had been one day. And I had heard everyone calling me. But Uncle Simon had kept his promise. He kept me hidden from everyone. We played poker, go fish, blackjack, watched P.S. I love you, while you were sleeping, plus tons more movies. Uncle Simon was a lot better than Uncle Alec. I know that sounds mean, but, it's true. Uncle Alec was so up-tight. Once when I was three I lit his and Uncle Magnus' cat, Chairman Meow, on fire. It was harmless really. And my dad thought it was hysterical.
"Hey baby. Why don't you come over here?" Some druggy asked me. He was stumbling around. I wrapped my arms around my torso and kept walking. "Hey baby, I don't think you heard me. Come here." He stumbled after me. I was a little scared. I had never been outside at midnight. Aunt Izzy, Mom, Dad, Uncle Alec, and Ryan never let me or Rain go. "Hey. Get over here now, pretty." The guy grabbed my arm.
"Get off of her." A white haired guy stepped in. "Leave us alone." The druggy said and moved in closer to me. I pulled away from his rank breath. The white haired guy punched the druggy on the side of the face. The druggy stepped back. "Woah man. You take her, she ain't worth that much to me." The druggy said and backed away from me.
I rubbed the spot where the druggy had grabbed me. "Don't you know not to walk alone in New York in the middle of the night." The white haired guy asked me. "I could have taken him." I said arrogantly, and held up my chin. "Sure. A little four foot like you, taking down a crackpot?" The guy laughed. I rolled my eyes and started to walk away from him. "Hey. Where are you going?" He asked me. "Away." I told him. He touched my arm.
I looked up at the guy for the first time. He was actually quite cute. He had pretty white hair, and delicate features that would have looked stupid on anyone but him. He had dark eyes. "What?" I snapped. It didn't matter how cute he was, he was not going to touch me. "I was wondering if you wanted to go get coffee?" The guy stepped back and ran his hair through his white hair. It was really cute.
I considered it for a moment. "Sure. Why not?" I told him. "Well, my name is Mason." The guy said. "My name's Elle." I told him. "Cool. Like french or english?" He asked. "It's french." I told him. "Then it means she. The english version means light." He said. "Well, somebody sure has been doing their reading. But, do you know what Mason means?" I asked him. "Umm, no actually." I smiled. "Well, it's of english origin. And it means one who works with stone." "Wow." He said. "Yeah. I gotta ask though. How did you know what my name meant, and not yours? You been stalking me?" He blushed. "Nah. I just am actually french." I raised an eyebrow.
"You ready to go?" I asked him. "Huh?" He asked. "Coffee. You, me?" I asked sarcastically. "Oh, yeah. Right. I forgot. I got lost in how beautiful you are." I blushed at that one. "Thank you. I get hit on a lot. But most of the time it involves guys saying, 'you're hot.' Or my favorite, 'nice butt.'" I laughed. He laughed too.
"So. Java Jones too fancy for you?" He asked. "Nah, sounds great." I shivered. I was really cold. I had forgotten to bring my coat. "You want my coat?" He asked. I shook my head and shivered again. "Here." He said. He handed me a huge sweatshirt. I pulled it over my head. It hung down to my knees, and was hanging off my wrists. "Nice sweatshirt." He laughed. I shook my head and laughed with him.
It was weird. I'm actually pretty tall. I am 5'9. Just like my Aunt Izzy. But this guy towered above me. He was about 6'5. He dwarfed me. We walked down the street to Java Jones.
AWW. IF ONLY MASON WASN'T SEBASTIAN. *SIGH* WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK CLARY AND JACE ARE GONNA' DO ONCE ELLE GETS HOME? *SNICKER* MAN, IF I WAS HER, I WOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT JACE AND RYAN.