So, it's been a while and I'm back to my TMI roots, hopefully with something new – actually, scratch that, this is something new. Enjoy.

Clary

Living above a coffee shop did have its benefits, especially considering my main form of function is coffee.

Java Lava Coffee & Cream Coffee Stop serves the best coffee in the entirety of London, no questions asked. And waking up to the smell of freshly ground coffee beans every morning was perfect, and life couldn't have gotten any better. But when things can't get better, they can only get worse. And that worse came one Thursday evening, when I was sitting quite contently on my couch, channel surfing, a box of pizza open on my stomach, wearing my green Kermit the Frog pyjamas and my fluffy bunny slippers, and all of a sudden I am drenched by a gallon of water falling from the ceiling, pizza and bunny slippers and all.

Suffice to say, I was not impressed. And even less so when I was forced out of my apartment, looking like a drowned rat, and down into Java Lava Coffee & Cream Coffee Stop that serves the best coffee in the entirety of London in nothing but my embarrassing pyjamas, and in front of the remainder or the customers that remained finishing of their coffees, having to explain myself to the extremely good looking manager of the shop that it was not my fault that all of his coffee beans were soaked, all of his customers were complaining, and that if he was in search of someone to blame he need to go another floor up to my goddamned neighbour, if that's what you could call him, that lives above me and demand an explanation from him!

It seemed Mr Hot Guy Manager listened to my advised because soon after disappearing upstairs he returned with the suspect in discussion, Jace his name was, and the first thing Jace did was laugh when he saw me. He then went on to make some stupid joke about my appearance and then going on to tell Mr Hot Guy Manager that it wasn't actually his fault his bath overflowed, and if anyone was to be blamed it was the company his bath was from for making 'unreliable products'.

However, despite my accusation of Jace and his accusation of his bath, we both ended up getting asked to leave our apartments, and no matter how much I argued how unfair that was, how I should not be blamed for something he did, and if it wasn't for his idiocy this would never have happened, I was not allowed to stay. But no matter how much I pinned the blame on Jace I was told I had to gather my things immediately and to 'leave the premises until this situation was sorted'.

So up until that moment, I had not thought that I would find myself sitting on my friend, Izzy's, couch opposite Jace, still wearing my soaking pyjamas and slippers, explaining to her why Jace was such an idiot and that I would not stand staying in a room next door to his, no matter how much she tried to compromise.

Eventually we came up with the conclusion that Jace would share with Alec, her brother and Jace's best friend, and I would get the room I was promised. The glare I got from Jace was almost enough to forget the whole ordeal, but not quite. Because not only had I lost my apartment to this moron, but he had also jeopardised my chance to ever set food back in Java Lava Coffee & Cream Coffee Stop that sells the best coffee in the entirety of London in fear of utter embarrassment and humiliation! God, living with him wasn't half as easy I thought it would be at first.

I have the next chapter of this already written, so if I get enough reviews telling me to continue, I will, so, review, follow, favourite?

Bye for now x