Author's Note: I'd like to say right now that I kept all the original rules of song memeing —randomized songs, any and all songs, one fandom, I wrote in the time the song played, but then I edited them later because it would have been crap if I hadn't. And theres no length restriction.

Dirty Little Secret by All-American Rejects

Jace watched, riveted, as Clary slept peacefully on the brown leather couch in the library. Izzy was perched on the arm of the couch, chatting incessantly on the phone with Mayrse about nothing in particular; not paying any attention to him and the way his eyes lingered on the rise and fall of his sisters chest, or the way they traced her hipbone, just visible between her sagging jeans and hiked up shirt.

In his mind, Izzy was no where to be found, and Clary wasn't his sister and was awake right now with arms wide open for him. Alec hadn't tricked himself into the delusion that he was in love with him. And his father wasn't the shadowhunter equivalent of the Antichrist.

Sadly though, this was real life, and Izzy stayed right where she was, paying no heed to his sigh of frustration.