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Hey,guys ! It's me again, with another Mortal Instruments story. So, this idea has been staying at the back of my mind for a while, and it won't stop nagging me until I write it. This is the first chapter. Tell me what you think and whether I should continue it or not.

My name is Jace Wayland - Lightwood and I am seventeen years old. Right now, I'm at a train station. Why I'm in a train station, you might wonder. I am waiting for my best friend,Strawberry. She 's been my next-door neighbour since I was six and moved in with the Lightwoods. They're my adoptive family and I've been living with them for the past 11 years. I have a brother, Alec, and a sister Isabelle, who's been trying to steal Strawberry from me ever since I had my eye on her, 10 years ago. But she has failed miserably. Sure, they are friends, but not like she and I are.

My parents died in a car accident when I was five, and when I turned six, the Adopting Agency finally found me a family. Robert and Maryse had been trying to have a third baby, but failed, and decided to adopt yours truly. I was a blessing, and a curse. I was the most wayward child in the Universe. I hated my siblings and did everything in my power to annoy them. They were treating me so nicely and I just kept stealing Alec's toys, and ripping the heads off Isabelle's barbie dolls. She was a fiery little thing. Alec never got upset with me, but Isabelle unleashed her wrath sevenfold upon me. Maybe that's why I grew fond of her quickly.

So, back to Strawberry. Her house is opposite mine, and there's a big tree between my bedroom and hers which had made it quite easy for me during the years to hop into her room through the window. I've been doing that since I was thirteen ,I think. We just kept it our little secret, no one knows that I've been sleeping in her bedroom twice or three times a week for four years. I used to visit her daily, but, when I discovered I had hormones and started chasing girls I sort of started neglecting her. After she threatened to kick me out of her life a few times and scared the shit out of me by ignoring me for weeks , I realised that no fine piece of ass was more important than my Strawberry. She is one year younger than me and we've been perfectly comfortable around each other, because we only see each-other as brother and sister. She is the smallest thing I have ever seen, the top of her head barely reaching my collarbone. She has fiery red curly hair, emerald green eyes and just a dusting of freckles on her cheekbones. She 's still little, so she doesn't really have curves , and that makes it easy for me to sleep next to her and cuddle her without getting too excited.I still see her as a little girl, and any guy who tries to get in her pants will have to face my wrath. However, I don't see that happening any time soon, since she isn't really into dressing up and doing her make-up and all that stuff. But, she is beautiful, nonetheless.I always tell her that my face combined with hers would be deadly, and then she just kicks me for suggesting having babies with her.

From the first time I saw her I knew I wanted her in my life. I think it was something about her beautiful piercing eyes, her long curls and the way she dismissed me and didn't bother to be nice to me ,like my family.I met her when I was seven years old playing in the frontyard with Alec for the first time. Our parents didn't let us play in the frontyard, for fear we would run in the street. That's when I saw her.

I saw the smallest ,cutest thing in the world, running in the street to catch her ball. She had two long red pigtails, a button nose, and the biggest eyes I had ever seen. She was helplessly trying to catch the ball which was sliding down the street. She could get hurt if a car came. So I opened the gate slowly, and slipped out of our yard and ran and caught her ball.I was seven years old, and quite tall for my age. With those short legs there was no way she could have gotten the ball.

"Thank you." she said in the sweetest voice I had ever heard and outstretched her hands in front of her for me to give her the ball.I was preparing to give it to her, when the naughty wayward child in me surfaced and I lifted the ball above my head so she couldn't reach it and smirked mischievously at her.

"Hey ! Give me my ball back !" she shrieked, jumping to catch it, her pigtails bouncing playfully. I just laughed and watched her fascinated. She was going to be my best friend, I thought.

Then, out of nowhere, she pulled my hair.

"Give me my ball, goldielocks " she threatened, making me bulge my eyes. She was practically a baby who reached just under my armpit and still, she had the guts to pull on my hair.I gave her the ball, not wanting her to ruin my gorgeous locks .

"Thank you."she told me, smugly, and I grabbed both her pigtails pulling hard on them making her scream .

"Ow ! I hate you , you-you-you mean ,mean boy ! Let go of me or I'll tell on you!" And then, I let her go and watched her run towards her house, probably crying. I felt utterly satisfied with my mischievousness.

"See you around, Strawberry !" I yelled after her, going back to my house.

I was shot out of my reverie when I saw a flash of red hair. But the girl didn't quite look like Clary. She was wearing a pair of incredibly short high waisted jeans, with a white t-shirt tucked inside of them and a pair of red converse. Her legs were slim and tanned, slightly sparkling in the sun, as if they had some kind of oil or cream on them. Her red hair was hanging loosely, reaching the small of her back. She was helplessly trying to get her enourmous amount of bags out of the train, and tripped on her own bag. Yep, that was definitely Strawberry.I ran towards her, feeling extremely excited to see her. She had left all summer, to go stay with her dad in Paris because her parents were divorced.

"Need some help?"I asked flirtatiously , as she finally managed to get off the train along with her bags.

Her face lit up when she saw me, and she gave me a large teethy smile. Her face looked differently too. Her cheekbones were more outlined, her eyes even bigger, with a light layer of make-up which made them look almost seductive, her full lips were glowing slightly, probably from some sort of chapstick. Clary never used chapstick.

"Jace !"she shrieked, abandoning her bags and leaping at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. I grabbed her legs, supporting her weight. Were those.. breasts against my chest? Clary didn't have breasts. God, where was my best friend ?

"I missed you so much, you idiot !" she told me, smacking me on my arm and kissing my cheek. She smelled like strawberries and honey. At least her smell was the same .

"I missed you too, Strawberry." I replied, ruffling her hair.

"So, let's go ! I want to see that car of yours which you've been bragging about all summer!" she said, smacking me against my chest, and walking in front of me. You could almost see her buttcheeks coming out of those jeans when she paced. Clary NEVER wore revealing clothes. She was too self-conscious. Was my Strawberry turning into a woman ? NOO, i don't want that ! I thought, as I followed her to my car, still processing her new appearance.

Sooo, thoughts ?