{The Mortal Instruments Fanfiction}
"You're not really in love with me, it isn't real. I feel like I've stolen you from someone... extraordinary." I tell the man in front of me with tears blurring my vision which only makes them worse because I desp...
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Cant start a fire, can't start a fire without a spark. This guns for hire, even if we're just dancing in the dark.
~ Bruce Springsteen
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I ruffle my curly hair in the mirror, making it look extra wild and thick to compliment my outfit. I looked hot, this Viking costume with its matching sword and the charcoal line I'd carefully applied over both eyes gave me a deadly look which was rare for a woman of my stature. I wasn't one who intimidated people very often although tonight it might be possible.
Regardless I was nervous.
Tonight was the night. The stupid 'potion' was tucked into the waistband of my costume and my phone buzzed angrily on my dresser. Simon was wondering where I was, as was Isabelle because Jaces party was already in full swing but once again it had taken me a ridiculous amount of time to get ready.
When I finally make it out to my car, because I wasn't being seen in the street like this unless it was October 31st, it roars to life and gives me a minute to sit there and think about this. My palms are sweating. I was more nervous about what would happen if it worked than didn't work. Like, what would I do with Simon Lewis if he did return my feelings?
On second thoughts, scratch that. I had a few ideas...
I'm smiling for once when I pull up infront of the Lightwood residence rather than dreading coming face to face with him and slam the car door behind me. The music from inside can be heard from the street and I know that Isabelle must've somehow persuaded her parents to use their house for the night. She pretty much clicked her fingers and they did as she said. God knows where she got her bossiness from.
Thankfully the door is unlocked when I push at it and immediately I am assaulted by a Muse song I just barely recognise playing on Alecs speakers.
"Clary!" Alec himself spots me from the end of the hallway when the street lights behind me illuminate the dimly lit room a little and pushes his way through the people in his house to get to me. His hair is oiled back and he sports a leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt with a pair of fitted jeans. The smile on his face was as straight and beautiful as ever. Alexander Lightwood however, Isabelles older brother and Jaces best friend, although stunningly attractive with his angled features, jet black hair and ocean blue eyes was not straight at all by any means.
In fact, he was incredibly gay.
"Clarissa, you are looking fine as hell." He tells me, wrapping me in a bear hug that suffocates me against his chest considering he was an entire foot taller than me. My senses are invaded by the smell of his spicy cologne and fabric softener. "So are you Alec, I'm loving this look on you. Are you a greaser?" I look him up and down when he pulls away and strokes a loose strand of hair back into place.
