Friends, not lovers.

Nearer, day by day.

Clary
2 days before summer camp starts. I can't believe how close I am to the drama world of Starbucks girls. I wake up to the 'beep' of my stupid alarm clock. I look at the time and it's 10:00. Thank god today is a weekend or else I would have been attending geography class right now and thinking about the consequences of leaving my house and living with animals in Burj ul Arab maybe.
Anyway, I quickly get out of my PJ's and wear my casual Captain America's T-shirt and plain blue jeans. I quickly run my fingers through my hair and run downstairs.
Surprised to see Simon already sitting beside the kitchen shelf I greet everyone, or maybe just Simon,"Hi...Simon? What are you doing here? Don't you have anything better to do other than picking out on the carcass of my dead social life?"

"Wow that's a really nice way to greet someone who brought you pancakes early in the morning, aye Lydia?"

He brought pancakes? What. Last week he brought flowers and now this? I will have to make sure he isn't catching a cold.

"You brought pancakes Simon? Oh and you gotta stop calling my mom by her first name it's just really weird."
Mum quickly says,"Such a sweet boy who brought us pancakes! People don't even bring empty shopping bags nowadays. So be thankful and don't forget to be dressed by 4:00 because Simon is taking you to the mall."

What the frick? "Mom, what? Dressed? Mall? Simon? Are you kidding me? Isn't it enough I am going to summer camp and murdering my soul? How did you even agree to this Simon? I thought you were my best friend."

"Well you know they always say that your mom makes awesome enchiladas and I am a fan and besides, I think it will be nice if you go, breathe some fresh air and buy something other than jeans and t-shirts."

"Nice? Fresh air? Simon the place smells like obnoxious girls and sweet kitten powder and God knows what! But I'll go if you promise to buy me food."
That is where I seal the deal and get ready by 4:00 for Simon to pick me up.
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(Later)
*Doorbell rings*
"Mommmm can you check I think it's Simon! I am having trouble zipping up my jean-OW!"

Enter Simon, ba dum tsh.
"Clary what are you doing lying there on the floor?"

"I like to lie down on the ground and make a fool out of myself. What do you think genius, I fell while I was trying to zip up my jeans."

"Did you, because it won't be a pretty sight seeing your fly open", Simon chuckled.

"Shut up you jerk and help me up!"

After successfully zipping my jeans we exited my room and headed out for the car. Simon opened the car door for me. Throughout the whole ride we made fun of the crazy radio guy who was probably high, keeping in mind the order of songs he played.
Simon took the turn towards the mall and we parked the car in the front row. The scent of VS perfumes hit me like a huge yellow school bus and I scrunched up my nose in disgust. Simon lightly hit my arm to signal me that if I needed him to feed me I needed to be 'normal'.
What a blessed sight we witnessed when we saw Rihanna and Miranda coming from a distance. Rihanna thought that like her name she also had a good voice but reality was quite the opposite and she sounded like a cat giving birth to several cactus plants.
Vivid and painful, I know.

Miranda, her sidekick ain't no less and both of them are the queen b's of Westchester High. "Oh look who's here, it's the jeans tomboy from the cave", Rihanna squealed.

"Excuse me for not bathing in pride and rosy perfumes 'Rihanna'."
I don't know what's her problem  but whatever it seems to be, it's fatal. After turning on their heels they started walking towards the VS sales shop. Well that's what I hoped they were doing. Instead they turned around and their next words made me stay up all night.

"Hey Clary all guys are gonna be there but none of them would even give you a second glance, I guess you aren't any threat to anyone. Might as well make Linda look good and she still has braces and acne."

Talk about instances when you want to punch people in the face and having acne or braces doesn't change anything. Linda would have better teeth while Rihanna's will be popping into people's businesses, like right now.

We got some stuff for the trip, Simon and I. Our journey back home was very uneventful. He dropped me of at my door and  greeted me good bye. After telling mom how my little trip to the mall went I ran upstairs to my room. I quickly unpacked the shopping bags and changed into my PJ's. I went deep inside the covers and tried to sleep. Rihanna's words kept replaying again and again in my head.

"Guys are gonna be there but none of them would even give you a second glance..."

This wasn't supposed to bother me. But it did, in a weird way. I have never cared how many guys have ever gone out with my friends before. I have never cared that I never did, but this time it stung. It felt like something was wrong with me that prevented that sort of thing. This was the last thought in my mind and I don't remember when sleep took over me and I saw complete darkness.

"No one will ever like you Clary, you'll die alone", an anonymous voice echoed. You are a shame to girls everywhere and even though you're pretty, it's a shame you don't have any guy like you except Simon. Too bad he too, is a little airhead and desperately needs a girlfriend. Nothing pleases me more than seeing two best friends socially deprived. Mwahaha..."

I shot up to that evil 'mwahah' laugh. That was a strange dream. What was even stranger was that a thing so stupid like this was keeping me up at night. I checked my watch and it was 9:00. Wait what. Oh right I was holding it upside down. It was three.

I was halfway down the stairs when I heard mum humming while she cooked something. Well I can safely say that she was surprised when she saw me awake. She asked questions. I answered.
I told her what kept bothering me and she told me the one thing that she always tells me,"Clary, no matter how many men you hate there's one for you out there who is perfect-well almost perfect for you and he will change your concept of hating men. If dad turned out the way he did it doesn't mean every other guy out there would. You need to understand that and give people a chance. Now don't stress yourself and have a good night sleep."

I loved how mom always knew what to say.
My last day celebration with Simon before I became a steam punk princess and got tattoos went well and with mom's words as the last thought I tried to sleep again.
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Yayy okay so I am starting off with writing small baby chapters and will get better hopefully.

On a different note, why have guys suddenly started to bother Clary and what is uppp with Simon? Pancakes and flowers really?

I am really excited to write the next chapter because ehm ehm I am going to introduce another characterrr ba dum tshhh!

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