Roses Are Red (HIATUS/SLOW UPDATES)

1: Psycho's with knives

Rosalie had not planned on spending her night in a club. She also hadn't planned on dying the tips of her brown hair blonde, creating an ombre effect, but hey, what's life without a little excitement? She also hadn't planned on getting in a fight, getting injured in the process, and decided to go to her friends for help. So that's how Rosalie ended up in Pandemonium, with her two best friends, Simon and Clary. The music was loud, and her heart beat in sync with the drums of the song as she danced on the dance floor, letting loose. She may have loved living on the wild side, but that didn't mean she got many opportunities to do so, with her strict parents, but for once she didn't care. She threw her arms in the air, as the song got to the chorus laughing and smiling like an idiot. Clary and Simon seemed to be having a really good time too, even though the place reeked of sweaty bodies and alcohol someone must have managed to sneak in, seeing as almost everyone in here is underage. Rose was having the time of her life, her black tank top riding up her stomach. Her leather jacket was uncomfortable, seeing as she was surrounded by people, but she didn't take it off it completed her look. Her ripped jeans provided some relief, as cool air hit the bare skin on her legs. She had finally been able to let loose, unaware of the electric green eyes studying her figure. She hadn't tired out as easily as Simon and Clary had, but she decided to stop dancing in order to spend some time with them. As she was about to walk over to them someone tapped her shoulder.

"Hi," the stranger said. Rose turned and saw the boy from before, who was stopped from trying to take a foam stake into the club. The one with blue hair and electric green eyes.

"Hi," Rosalie replied.

"I was wondering if maybe you wanted to ditch this place with me?" The complete stranger said. Rosalie raised her eyebrows, not because she was shocked, but because this encounter completely amused her.

"No."

"Why not," the stranger seemed surprised by her rejection, like he was used to getting his way, but let's face it, with his looks he probably did get his way all the time. Rose decided to study him before answering, raking her eyes over his figure, like she was judging him. He needed to be knocked down a couple pegs, so that's exactly what she attempted to do.

"There are a multitude of reasons. Do you really want to hear them all." The male looked like he was debating his answer, but Rose didn't give him a chance to respond. "Good. 1) Ever hear of the phrase stranger danger? 2) Hooking up with random guys at a club is not really my... thing. 3) Have you seen yourself. Like seriously. I mean you're hot, I'll give you that, but you give off that player, bad boy vibe and I really don't need more toxic relationships in my life. 4) I think it would be good if you got some rejection in your life since you went up to the first girl you thought was hot and expected her to say yes." The boy looked like he was about to argue, but Rose didn't give him the chance. "Don't give me that, it's written all over your face. You didn't even ask for my name, by the way. 5) I'm with my friends. 6) There is a really hot girl standing behind us who has been eyeing you since this conversation started, probably before that." The boy turned to see the gorgeous girl with long black hair, and white dress standing there.

"Any other reasons?"

"Yes, actually." Rose paused before smirking at the boy in front of her, "You're not really my type. This was a good try, really, you get an A+ for effort, but better luck next time." With that she turned on her heel, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and started walking back towards her friends. Not even sparing the boy behind her a second glance. It felt so good to knock him down a peg, like seriously. The little exchange with the boy had gone completely unnoticed by her friends as Clary seemed distracted by something, while Simon was trying to get her attention. Poor Simon. He had been completely and utterly in love with the fiery red-head for, like, ever, but the only person who didn't seem to know was Clary herself. She almost felt bad for him. Except for the fact that Rosalie knew Clary would never love Simon like that. She has always thought of him as more of a brother, they both did. Rosalie just wanted both her friends to be happy, but that happiness was not going to be found in each other. Sure they might be happy as friends, but like, romantically, they would never be happy. She was finally brought out of her thoughts when Simon's words finally reached her ears.

"... I wanted to tell you that lately I've been cross-dressing. Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. I thought you should know." Rose choked on air, as she tried to hold in her laughs. Oh god, she knew Simon was joking of course, but that had got to be one of the funniest things Simon has ever said to try and catch Clary's attention. Suddenly, Clary latched onto Simon's arm, a wild look in her green eyes.

"Simon!" She said, panic evident in her voice.

"Clary, he's not really sleeping with your mom," Rosalie said, misinterpreting Clary's call. Simon shot her a look.

"You don't know that." Rose shot Simon her I-know-everything look which was then followed by her are-you-sure-'bout-that look. Simon just sighed in defeat, before Clary interrupted them.

"Do you see those guys? The ones by the door?" She asked, pointing her hand towards a door that had the words NO ADMITTANCE written in big bold letters. There were two boys, dressed entirely in black. One had black hair that matched his clothing, while the other had blonde hair. Although Rosalie could only see their backs, they were hot backs (A/N: REFERENCE).

"I don't see anything," Simon squinted. Rose gave him a look. Did he really not see them? Are his glasses broken? Is he broken?

"There are two of them. They were following that guy with the blue hair-"

"The one you thought was cute," Rosalie interrupted, not mentioning the fact that that very same guy had been flirting with her just moments prior.

"Yes, but that's not the point." Rose begged to differ. "The blonde one pulled a knife." This got Rosalie's attention, as she looked towards the two guys, and sure enough there was a knife in the blonde one's hand. Rosalie's heart rate sped up as her breathing quickened. She had never been very fond of knives. She would always panic when she was around one, especially if it was a knife meant to hurt someone.

"Are you sure? I still don't see anything." Simon starred harder, shaking his head in the process.

"Simon, they're right there! One has a knife!" Rosalie hissed, keeping her voice low, not wanting to cause a panic. Simon, being the responsible person he was, decided to go get the security guard, telling Rosalie and Clary to stay put. Of course, being the responsible people they were, completely ignored him. 'Why you ask? Because the two guys entered the closet thing. With a knife. The same closet Clary said the blue haired guy had entered. Being the idiot she was, Clary started wiggling through the crowd to get to the closet. Rosalie, being as much as an idiot as her friend, followed. Clary pushed the door to the supply closet and stepped through it. After a moment of hesitation, Rosalie followed.