Hey Guys! So, this is my first fic, but you don't have to go easy on me or anything, I rather know the truth than a lie. I might change this message a lot so always keep an eye out. Also there may be sometimes were it takes one day to update or it could be more, who knows? Rated T for now because of future chapters and minor language. I might change it though because I get a random idea for the story though so.. yurp. I might add chapter songs every once in a while,too! All in all, I hope you like it and R&R please! :) Oh and as usual: Nope, sadly, I do NOT own the Mortal Instruments or any of the characters that are or :'( were in the book(in more harsher terms "were" as in they died) But wouldn't that be so cool!? Not the dieing part! The.. other.. part.. Oh just read the story!

Falling for Fire& Loving the Gold

~Jace~

'Fire' … That's all I can see. Fire. Fiery, bright-red, blazing fire. Curling in upon itself and moving through the summer's breeze. Than the fire begins to turn and I see the most beautiful emerald green. Suddenly, it begins to rain... at least…. I think that's what it was?

Than snap. I'm up again.

My arms were heavy with sleep, well than again so is the rest of my body. Guess that's just something you have to get use to when you're the constant basketball hero of the town, and it was difficult to lift them.

"Ugh, Jaaack… move... off... down..." I somehow managed to moan out.

Jack, my nearly ninety pound German Shepard mixed 'who knows what', had his front paws on my chest and was drooling all over my face. Being unable to really do much about it, I looked over at the alarm clock. 6:07 a.m.

"Crap!" Finally I found the numbness had subsided in my arms and forced Jack off me.

"Great! Late. Again. God dads gonna be ticked." I tell him, though I'm not why honestly. He just gives me a confused look as if he has no idea what I'm saying... hopefully. Otherwise it might be awkward saying I've telling the dog just about everything since I was about ten years old! But really I couldn't care less at the moment since I was suppose to be at practice and hour ago and I most likely missed the early bus.

I quickly run into the bathroom and wash my face, brush my teeth, you know the usual morning routine. When I go back into my room Jack is curled up under the sheets and comforter.

"Hey! You! Up! You were suppose to wake me up an hour ago when dad left! No sleeping anymore." I shout to him and he leaps up and jumps to my feet, looking up at me as if he was waiting for instructions. I roll my eyes at him and grab a pair of jeans from the pile of clean clothes I left on my desk chair the night or two before and put them on.

Running out into the hallway, down the stairs and into the kitchen, I grab a bowl and accidentally drop a few plates and cups in the process. Plastic Oh thank god

I let out a sigh of relief and gently put a bowl on the island. Grabbing a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and milk, I quickly dump the cereal into the bowl, only realize that there was only sugar and cinnamon left.

"IZ!" I yell up the stairs. I hear a mumble and a crash. She must've fallen out of bed

"WHAT JACE! WHAT DO YOU WANT AT..." she pauses, probably to check the time, "AT 6:15 IN THE FRIGGIN MORNING!?"

"Well for starters cereal would be nice. But oh, it's just too bad saying THERE IS NONE LEFT! Now who should I give thanks too, hmm? Couldn't be me saying I don't eat in my sleep, wouldn't be Alec saying he moved out, and dad is at the gym waiting for ME!"

"Oh shut up and quit your complaining! There is a new box in the pantry if you would just look!" She finally reaches the top of the stairs wearing a pair of sweatpants and a black tank top. Her jet-black hair a ruffled mess piling over her shoulders.

"Whatever, Miss beauty queen! I think you should enter a pageant with a look like that."

"Well sorry we can't all come prancing down the stairs in the morning and looking like you!" and pushed pass me into the living room.

"I know! I'm just too perfect aren't I?

After gulping down half of the milk and just deciding to grab a granola bar, I ran back upstairs and got my gym bag, put on my shoes, than running back downstairs to the front door.

"Forgetting something Mister Perfect?" Izzy said from the couch.

"Um nope, sorry I don't kiss farewells to things that look like... well that!" I say gesturing to her hair and tired look.

"First off, I would never kiss you even if it meant never wearing clothes again! Second, don't come complaining to me if your tackled by a thousand girls and possibly a few guys."

"And do tell, why would that be any different from any other day?"

"Ugh, put on a damn shirt you vain little twit"

Looking down I saw that she was right and I had forgotten to put a shirt on. Great... genius! You could've been mobbed!

"Oh... uh... –"

"Yeah, yeah save your thanks for later, let's just say you owe me now." She snapped.

Finally, after putting on a T-shirt and hoodie, I raced out of the house and down the few blocks to the school's gym.

Chapter 1- A New Start in an Old Home

It was a hot summer day, yet the wind was just enough to make it seem like spring. The beautiful leaves drifted down from the canopy above the old park, the only signs of the soon to be coming autumn. Only a ray of sun slipped through the trees and was directly on me. 'Well that's strange...' I thought. My wild curls were refusing to stay in place and I really wasn't in the mood to try and tame it. I slowing moved back-n-forth on the creaky swing set while staring at the ground. Then I hear a shuffling of leaves behind me and I turn around, only to be met by the sun.

I throw a pillow over my face, knowing that my mum had just opened the blinds.

"Oh, come now Clarissa. I told you that you are going to school today. No excuses." My mum scolded.

"I'm sick mum. No school." I knew it wasn't going to work but eh, what have I got to lose?

"I said no excuses Clary, we made a deal! If you want to get into that Fine Arts Institute, we have to move back here and go to high school."

"Ugh… Fine!" I snap up out of bed still holding my pillow over my face and walk into the bathroom and lock the door.

I quickly jump in the shower and tame my hair to where it doesn't look that bad. Going back into my room I grab a pair of skinny jeans that had rips and tears from falling at the skate park all summer and a random top from one of the many drawers. Pulling everything on and putting on a little light makeup, I run into the kitchen and put some waffles in the toaster. I start tapping my fingers on the counter in annoyance. My mum glares at me from the couch. What? Not my fault I have the worst patience ever!

"Hey Clare-Bear, what's up?" Jonathan walks into the kitchen and begins to search the fridge.

"Nothin, except these waffles are taking forever!"

"Clary! You just put them in there. Why don't you go get ready and I'll take them out when they're done." My mum. Course.

"Fine but don't take them out too early like last time! I like them a little burnt"

"Okay Hun."

I stomp back upstairs and put all my school crap in my bag, along with a jacket, my headphones, and my cell. Then I realize I'm missing something... "Where is it?" I say and throw my bag onto the bed. MeeeOOWW!

Startled, I hit my head on the underside of the bed (I was searching under there)

"Oh! Church, Sorry little man, ya blended right into the sheets!" I pet him in apology and he seemed to be a little forgiving about it.

"Hey, you haven't seen my glasses have ya buddy?" He just looks past my shoulder towards the bathroom. Of course!

I go there and yup. There they are. Right on top of my book, next to the shower, on top of the stool. Duh. Wow. Kinda sad the cat is smarter than you.

Thought in my defense, I really hate my glasses! I rarely use them. Only. ONLY. When I am reading. Oh, pray to God that I can see the front of the classes today! I shove them and the book into my bag and head back downstairs.

"K mum! Done! How about those waffles?" She smirks at me from the couch and says there "Crispy like a cookie" Which I really don't understand since most cookies (especially the school ones) are hard as a brick!

No seriously! I remember when I was ten, I was still living here, and I was at lunch. I never really bought anything sweet at school but one of my friends, Maia, finally convinced me to and so I did. And it's probably the last time I will ever make that mistake again! I come back to the table with a cookie and I accidentally drop it and you'd think it would break or I don't know something! But nope! It landed and bounced!? It looked like a flipping coin! Needless to say, I didn't have a cookie that day. Just a sandwich and juice box that my best friend Simon gave me.

Also needless to say, I didn't have any waffles. Oh well, hopefully the school still sells breakfast.