{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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And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favourite
~ Taylor Swift
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"There! There it is!" Isabelle screams into my ear nearly making me total my car. I take a very sharp left hand turn, pissing off several drivers behind me. We had been searching for this discrete little boutique that she had been pestering me about for weeks and after hours of driving around aimlessly around the city with nothing but vague directions it seemed we had finally found it.
"Are you sure this is the one Isabelle?" I ask her as i pull up because we'd stopped twice already today but she just presses her face up against the glass window of my car "Yes, i'm certain this is the one i recognise the sign."
"It better be." Alec, who had been more or less silent in the back on his phone until now pipes up, his ginormous legs sticking in all angles from the way he had to squeeze himself into the back of my three door Fiat.
"Why am i here again?" He asks when i get out to pull the seat forward so he can fold himself out of the rusting vehicle looking uninterested and more than likely hungover by his choice of all black clothing. Paired with his hair he looked like a devilishly handsome assasin. His sister slams her car door shut making him shiver a little from the noise "Because i'm picking out a cute outfit and i need a male opinion." She tuts like that much was obvious even if she lured him into my car with the promise of lunch rather than shopping.
While they bicker back and forth with each other i get a chance to admire the storefront properly. The outside with its cream exterior and cursive black writing was as simplistic looking as it was chic and the mannequins posed in the windows dressed in silk and lace only added to the overall french feel of the place. In other words it was exactly the type of place Isabelle would buy her expensive clothes.
"Isabelle, i have a belly full of bourbon and my head feels like it's been slammed into a wall so can we just hurry up and get this over with so i can get some coffee and food into my system?" He half pleads with his younger sister, holding the door open for her making the small bell above it jingle but the second she spots the items of clothing decorating the racks inside we know we've lost her for the afternoon.
As usual, Alec and i take a seat directly outside the dressing rooms like we've done a million times before. Well, i take a seat, Alec kind of collapses face first across one of the plush white leather stools and plays dead. The only sign of life in him being his chest gently rising and falling.
Somewhere Isabelle talks to what i can only assume is a member of staff and i'm surprised when i glance to the man in front of me again that he's facing me, one eye open and the other smooshed with one cheek against the leather so that he's almost pouting at me.
