Hey, everybody! Don't worry I'm still writing Demolishing the Social Pyramid but I'm having a little writers block on how our little gang of rebels is going to get revenge! It's the most important part of the story I know! And I really want to make you all proud, I don't want to let you down with a really stupid and poorly constructed revenge tactic. So I'm determined to make it work. In the meantime, while I'm plotting what to do, I'm going to keep you entertained with a story I wrote and finished a long time ago but never thought it was good enough for fanfiction.

Anyway a short preview is this whole story is sort of my own warped version of Mortal Instruments. Our characters are a little older and the plot is changed but it's the same love fest of awesomeness.

I do not own any of the Mortal Instruments or any of it's characters. All rights go to Cassandra Clare. BUT if I did own the Moral Instruments I would trail after a rain storm then when a rainbow appeared I would hunt down where the end was and catch the leprechaun on the end and steal it's pot of gold and in exchange for it's treasure I would ask for one wish. And with my one wish I would put myself and all my family and friends in the Mortal Instruments too! AND THAN JACE WOULD BE MINE!

Ahem...anyway I hope you enjoy :)

Clarissa Fray furrowed her eyebrows as she concentrated on the many medical definitions in front of her. How she was suppose to write a term paper on it, she had no idea. Especially with her mind thinking of only how much damage Simon Lewis and Maia Roberts were probably causing to their three bed room apartment. A small smile graced her face then, thinking of her two friends covered in flour, for she was no doubt going to walk in on them baking, one of Maia's favorite pass times.

The fight would have been started by Simon coming in and eating some of Maia's batter, one of Simon's favorite pass times, and Maia would retaliate by throwing flour in his face. Simon would counter act the attack, when he whipped some flour back at her. Then Clary would walk through the door and they would turn to her, smile, and bring her into the fight. And, of course, she could not resist but to join.

Well, the term paper was not getting any closer to getting done even after leaving her apartment and going into the library, for the peace and tranquility. To escape her friend's loudness and just focus, but as always they followed her, without even meaning to, they followed.

Clary closed her medical book and walked toward the front doors, it was beginning to become chilly in the state of New York, the bipolar state. Frost crusted car windows and laced the grass. Clary always loved the beginning of winter when the first snow fell and no one had walked on it yet. To her it looked like another place, and she never felt more at home.

The walk home wasn't long, but long enough to make her face numb and her nose and cheeks to turn red. So when Clary actually walked through her front door and was hit with a blast of heat that made her bright red hair fly backward, she sighed in relief. She was then hit with the scent of cookies, and the sound of laughter. She shook her head while smiling; sometimes her friends were so predictable. She knew they were going to hit her at any minute in the hall as she walked to her door. But it was still somewhat a surprise when she tipped toed around the corner trying her best to stay hidden from kitchen view and the first shot was fired. It hit her square in the face; Maia pumped her arms up and down.

"BOO YA!" Maia screamed as she turned for more flour, the frenzy of curls bounced as she turned. Simon turned in that moment and smacked her in the back of the head. Although it didn't really matter if Maia got hit again, she looked like a ghost, covered head to toe in flour. Maia still threw a ball of flour at Simon, which missed. She scowled at her as if blaming Simon for the bad throw.

"What? It's not my fault you throw like a girl and have the coordination of a blind chimpanzee." Simon said laughing, although he, himself, was covered head to toe in flour.

"News flash dweeb, I am a girl!" Maia said before turning toward Clary, who had an amused smile on her face and a snowy cap of floured hair. "The last bit I think was meant for you, Clare Bear." Maia smiled innocently using the nickname that Clary detested.

Clary opened her mouth in an 'o' shape, her smile still evident. "Oh, you're in for it now." Clary leaped for the flour and threw it at Maia and Simon who laughed, putting their hands up to block their faces, before joining in too.

Clary took a deep breath as she leaned forward concentrating yet again on her Medical. Why she decided to take the stupid course from the community college was beyond her. Just as Clary's eyebrows furrowed contemplating the question before her a dramatic sigh sounded to her right. The same sigh that she had heard at least 3 times in the last 10 minutes. She peered up at her best friend through her lashes; Maia was staring right at her with her fist jammed on the side of her face smashing her cheek up. Clary smiled softly at the pretty girl's bored expression, before fully lifting her head and looking at Maia head on.

"Don't give me that look," Clary said with a sad attempt at raising one coppery eyebrow. "You're the one who had to sign up for this class."

Maia's face twisted into a scowl at the remark, through the expression wasn't pointed at Clary but the work in front of her.

"Yeah well, you didn't have to say yes," Maia brought her warm brown eyes back to Clary's bright green ones. Her mocha skin seemed to glow under the lamp that illuminated the room. "I simply asked. You're the one who agreed."

At this statement Clary threw her head back and laughed. "More like begged." Maia pressed her plump lips tightly together, trying not to laugh Clary could tell. "Besides I hear charity work looks good on a big league college application."

"Bitch, you best be jokin'. I, Maia Roberts, am not a charity case! I take pity from no man!" As if to make her point concrete she shoved her chair back and stood up. Pointing her finger to the ceiling, she paused as if thinking over what she said before continuing on. "Or WOO-man!"
Clary grinned, giggling she looked closely at Maia who had announced she was going to "hunt" down Simon, who everyone knew to be in his room letting his mind turned to mush over another video game, though this knowledge didn't stop Maia from going into a crouch formation, her hands laced together as if she was holding a gun and somersaulting down the hallway pausing every once in a while to looked left and right in a dramatic manner and continue on.

Maia was, as everyone knew, a free spirit. She had strength that managed to stun everyone. Her slight weight and slim body attracted many and was envied by all. Clary remembered when she had first met Maia in Junior High, one of Clary's friends at the time introduced them and a gorgeous friendship was formed. And as they entered high school, their relationship had its obstacles but it wasn't anything they couldn't overcome.

Simon had came into the picture earlier having been Clary's best friend since Elementary school; ever since she had punched Steve Gibbons in the face for having taken Simon's glasses on the play ground.

And the troublesome trio was form.

Even as others said their friendship would never last, seeing as they were all polar opposites; that they would drift apart when there college years began but they proved everyone wrong. Buying a 3 bedroom apartment together and sharing rent, and enrolling in community college.
Clary looked back at her notes for Medical, knowing fully well anything she was about to read would go through one ear and out the other. A method Maia was now a total pro at for whenever Simon was talking.

Clary cocked her head to the side, something Maia told her she did when something confused her, thinking in her own words what would describe Maia. Having grown a few inches since high school, the exotic mocha beauty was now a whooping 5'6—

A scream sounded throughout the apartment, Clary whipped her head towards the door to see Maia running past with Simon hot on her heels, each yelling profanities at the other either about being "caught" or being "as fast as the wind". Clary shook her head with a small smile and began thinking, despite Maia's slim figure; it didn't stop her from protecting Clary with everything she had.

Clary furrowed her eyebrows again, she had repeated over and over that she didn't need protecting to both Simon and Maia but neither had taken the bait. It was probably because they both thought Clary couldn't walk in a straight line much less not trip on non-cracked pavement. Clary frowned at her feet knowing fully well they were laughing at her, thinking about different ways to trip her tomorrow. She had to admit she wasn't graceful on her feet like Maia was, she had discovered this when Maia had one day hustled her ballet style, but it wasn't like she ran into walls.

Though Clary knew even if she could float like she sometimes thought Maia did, she knew it wouldn't stop Maia and Simon from protecting her anyway.

Maia dressed in black: summer, winter, fall and spring. Her rich, brown eyes always lined in black and shadowed with whatever color she was feeling that day. She had gotten blonde streaks dyed her hair to make her look edgy but Clary knew Maia was harmless, well, at least when it came to herself and Simon.

Simon was your average nerd, his daytime and nighttime activities included video gaming, magna reading, eating, sleeping and messing with Maia. Clary still had no idea how he got his notes done for class must of the time. Simon had choppy, shaggy hair that fell in his eyes and drove Clary crazy. It looked like he went to town on them with a pair of scissors, but it looked oddly fitting on him. His eyes were brown and shielded by his trustee glasses that had tape keeping one of the sides together. Coupled with the band, video game and sarcastic commented T-Shirts he wore, Simon really was just your average, kind-hearted, nerd.

She smiled at another thought; Maia looked so sweet but if you got on her bad side, well let's just say you had a better chance of living if all hell froze over; especially, when it came to herself and, what she suspected, Simon. Even though Maia would never admit it she had a soft spot for Simon, who it was hard not to have a soft spot for. His face had a trusting look to it, and in Clary's opinion, he was too cute. He had a gangly body, which had him looking like mostly arms and legs. His height was at about 6'0 which made him a mountain next to Clary's mole hill.

And then there was herself...and well she really didn't know how to explain herself. She supposed she was the peacemaker always stepping in between Maia and Simon when things got heavy or when Maia got exceptionally violent. Bright red unruly hair with green eyes and pale skin; she was basically just the like an elf. She grew up with the nicknames: ginger, ginger bread, ginger snap, shorty, etc. Growing up she had always been jealous of the other girls who had curves and height. Some had said she looked like her mother but Clary begged-the-differ. Her mother had been radiant, striking; no one would have called her ginger or shorty, they wouldn't have dared.

Her mother, it was times like this when she missed her the most; thinking back to memories that now seemed to be fading more with each day and would soon crease to exist. That scared her worst of all: forgetting.

"You know that scowl is going to become permanent and that's usually my thing." Clary lifted her head, not even realizing she had been scowling at her Medical notes, to see Maia in front of her and Simon just behind Maia. She laughed and smiled, at seeing their concerned looks. Simon's glasses had smudges on them and were sitting crookedly on the tip of his nose, Clary felt her heart beat endearingly for him.

"I'm fine," Clary said her face holding a smile, "See?"

"Hun, you have been studying nonstop." Maia looked to Simon for back up.

"Maia's got a point, Clary. All you've been doing is having your face shoved in some book studying." Simon said with a hesitant smile. "Which isn't that unusual but this is just ridiculous. It looks like your actually enjoying it." He faked a teasing shudder before smiling.

"Yeah, well, our finals for our course period are coming up soon," She said standing from her chair and entering the kitchen, retrieving a glass from the shelf she filled it with water, turning she saw both her friends had followed her to the kitchen and were standing in front of her. Maia's hands were on her hips and her hair was in curly knots it made her look as if she has walked out of one of Clary's fairytales her mom always use to read to her.

"Oh, no no no. Don't think you're going to be getting away that easily." Maia stepped forward, grabbing Clary's right arm, Simon grabbed the left. "We're all going to go out and have fun or so help me I'll..." She paused letting the threat seem endless and even more terrifying.

"I'm not going out Maia." Clary said and if she could have crossed her arms she would have. "And frankly you can't make me." She smirked at her comeback and shuttered at seeing Maia's innocent smile, which she and Simon both knew was not innocent at all.

"That's where your wrong, my love," Maia said with a smirk. "I can and I will. Let's take her to my room." She said leaning over Clary to look at Simon. "We've got to get her all dolled up for tonight." Clary found that she had no control over feet; both her traitor friends were much too strong for her to resist. As Simon and Maia entered Maia's room and pushed Clary on the ground. Clary turned to run for the door but she was too late. She heard the click of Maia's door lock, and in that moment it was never more certain to Clary that no one said no to Maia.

It's more of a filler chapter and it's short but I'll post often.

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OH! And if you didn't read the top part of the fanfiction, please do.