A/N: So, here's a chapter I've been working on when I've been on the train. :) It's about relationships between two characters, obviously some are romantic relationships, and some are not – more friendship, or something else. I added some song lyrics at the start which I think go well with them, and the name of the song is beside their names (credit goes to the respective singers). Enjoy!

Cole and Steff – Monster Like Me

I better let you go

To find the prince you thought you found in me

I better set you free and give you up

Just wave and say goodbye and let you live

Without a monster like me

ooOoo

She didn't think he was a monster.

He knew he was a monster. There was no doubt about it.

He wasn't all bad like they thought he was. They didn't know him like she did.

Sometimes, he imagined his heart to be the colour of charcoal, just like the meaning of his name. Cole: swarthy, coal-black, charcoal. It was ironic how perfectly it suited.

He wasn't a monster, he was only human. Besides, how could a monster care about her wellbeing? Or feel so warm and tender when he kissed her? There was still hope – there was always hope.

He had changed, he wasn't the Shadowhunter he used to be. He was darker, and more dangerous. In fact, he was turning into the demons he used to kill, in a way. He was condemned, and there was nothing he could do to change that.

When they'd first met, she'd pitied him. He had his secrets and his schemes, but besides those, he didn't have anything else. Anyone else. Of course, she'd hated him too, but that had changed over time.

She was stupid to visit him in the Downworld Towns. And reckless and naïve and irrational, but she didn't listen. No matter how hard he tried to push her away.

Despite everything, he meant something to her. She couldn't say what exactly, but she knew she'd miss him if he was gone.

The days were long in the Towns, and his bleak white hotel wall was the only scenery. But he got used to it quickly. Just like he got used to Steff's visits, even though he knew he shouldn't.

Was it really so wrong to want to be friends with someone like him?

He was fine on his own. He didn't need companionship, he told himself.

She just didn't want him to be alone.

And deep down, he didn't want to be alone.

Shae and Caleb – Someone New

Don't take this the wrong way,
You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you,
Only blue or black days,
Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose.

ooOoo

He'd never met anyone quite like Shae.

She still hadn't forgotten the day when she'd first met him.

She was so alluring and hard to resist. Whenever he saw her, he seemed to lose the ability to say 'no,' even though he knew it wasn't always a good thing.

She hadn't really been with anyone like him before. He was geeky in a cute way, obsessed with his little games.

All his friends thought he was stupid for liking someone so different to him. Someone who would never really like him.

Shae knew she'd have to change that obsession. It would be her next could be just like her. Well, not quite as good, of course.

But he couldn't help his feelings. If he was smart he'd keep his distance, but he couldn't.

And he looked so much better in the clothes she'd picked for him, without his hair falling messily in his eyes.

Maybe he should just stick to his games. He wasn't awkward or uncertain when he played them. He was skilled, operating the controls like a pro – a hero.

Although she couldn't bear the sight of seeing most guys she'd been with again, maybe she'd keep him around… just in case she got bored.

Percy and Quinn – Bitter Sweet Symphony

I can't change my mold
no, no, no, no, no,
I can't change
Can't change my body,
no, no, no

ooOoo

Quinn wasn't quite sure what it was about Percy that he hated.

Percy didn't know what Quinn's problem was.

Perhaps it was the fact that he was a Warlock, or possibly his stupid potions.

Quinn had hated him seemingly as soon as he'd met him. He wondered if he had done something to offend him. But no, there had been a demeanour of coldness right from the start.

Or maybe it was something else. Maybe deep down he was jealous of him. Of the way he got on with Aria so well. Or the fact that he was so good, and nice, despite everything.

He decided that talking to Quinn was more frustrating than talking to a brick wall, and expecting an answer. He was so smug and condescending, and seemed to think he knew it all, when really, he knew nothing.

How could someone be so ignorant and naive, yet so smart at the same time?

But Percy tried not to lower himself to his level. It was better if he brushed off the remarks and ignored them. He didn't need to be mean back. So he tried his best, although sometimes it was hard. He got very close to snapping on some occasions.

Quinn never changed, his remarks were always the same. Always delivered in the same, smug tone, a smirk plastered on his face.

It was hard enough being a Warlock. It wasn't something he could change.

Maybe in the end he didn't want to change.

Zander and Clarisse – Promise

And meet me there, bundles of flowers,

We wait through the hours of cold

Winter shall howl at the walls,

Tearing down doors of time

ooOoo

For as long as he could remember, he'd preferred the company of animals to people.

She'd always loved the company of trees, just as much as she knew he loved his wolf.

But there was a small amount of people he didn't mind. Clarisse was one of the first that came to mind.

Zander was one of the few people she could call her friend. Someone she actually trusted.

There were days when they talked in the stalls, watching the wolf, and it almost brought a smile to his face.

He'd restrung her bow for her, and often talked to her, unlike some of the other faeries there.

Sometimes it was nice to have the company. He didn't mind it, not that he'd ever admit that.

Even though her memories and thoughts kept changing, Zander was the one constant in her life. The one person who would never change.

Sometimes he even caught himself laughing. That was rare lately. Eternity was a long time.

If she ever ran away, his friendship would be the only thing she'd miss.

It was hard to imagine the Hunt without her.

Caspian and Aspen – Dark Horse

So you wanna play with magic

Boy, you should know what you're falling for

Baby do you dare to do this?

Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse

Are you ready for, ready for

A perfect storm, perfect storm

Cause once you're mine, once you're mine

There's no going back

ooOoo

The Hunt was strange. The faeries there were so different to what he was used to. Then there was Aspen…

It was so much fun annoying him. His new plaything for the month.

He was so weird, and disconcerting, and touchy and…. Just strange all round.

He was a harder target than his other ones. He didn't like to be touched. But how could you kiss someone without touching? Or do other… equally desirable things.

He always felt uncomfortable around him. He didn't know what to do. Threats were the most natural method for him to use, but they didn't always work on him.

It was amusing, cute even, when he drew into himself and frowned. When he said 'Shut up,' because he didn't know what else to say. It was all a game to him, after all.

If only he'd leave him alone…

He didn't know why he didn't trust him a bit more. He was an open book… most of the time.

He didn't want anyone to see his scars.

He wanted someone to join him in the darkness. The lure of it was always there, never fading.

Why couldn't he leave him alone? He didn't want to be known. He felt safer in the shadows… alone.

He was persistent, it was many of his dazzling qualities, so he wouldn't give up without a fight.

He was tired, and sometimes, he thought about giving in.

He always won in the end.

But he was too scared to let anyone get too close.

A/N: So, let me know if you'd like me to write another chapter like this, because I have some more pairs I could do, or update my story on Fictionpress (when I get time, of course). :)