Well, it's been a long ass time since I've written anything on here but I thought I'd just let some creativity flow. I have writers block on some other works I have so I thought I'd just try and goof off. Here goes nothing LMAO! This'll probably be decently short but, oh well. Sorry if it sucks.

It was beginning of December in New York, snow had begun to fall lightly as Clarissa Fray snuggled herself deeper into her thick winter jacket. The gloves on her hands made her palms sweaty and her fiery red hair twisted even more as the icy breeze tangled in her frizzy locks. The suburbs of New York were actually calm, almost quiet as the snow layered the roads and the sidewalks. It had been snowing for days straight, so much snow that now traffic had ceased because of the inches covering the asphalt. Clary slipped and stumbled a few times from the amount of snow packed, tripping by children forming snowmen as their gloves chunked with icy, adults rushing throught the cold to get into a warm building just like her.

A tickling sensation buzzed in her back pocket; her phone recieving a text. She removed her hand from her pocket, reaching for the device and seeing the familiar name of her friend Isabelle Lightwood illuminated on the screen.

I ran to Simon's real quick, let yourself in, Jace is there. I'll be back soon. - Izzy

Clary sighed as she sent a quick response in acknowledgement. Simon was her best friend since grade school, when Isabelle had moved to New York with her brothers; Alec and Jace, in high school, Simon and her clicked and soon began dating. Clary was happy for them, elated that finally Simon eased up on the childhood crush he had on Clary. Once the family had moved to New York and started attending the same school, Izzy, Clary, and Simon all became quick friends. Alec hung around Izzy until he graduated with his boyfriend Magnus, and Jace seemed to drift himself from his siblings and found different friends.

A knot tied in Clary's stomach as she remembered Jace. It wasn't that her and Jace didn't get along, they just were never close. Jace, the player who seemed to be invinting a new girl over to Isabelle's and his apartment, had never really wanted to get close with Clary and Izzy.

Clary was quiet when he was around, always feeling awkward when he'd flirt with her. He knew how to make her uncomfortable and new what buttons to push.

Once graduating high school, they all seemed to take a GAPP year. Alec was already in his third year of college starting straight from high school, while Isabelle and Jace's parents let them rent out their old apartment before their parents decided to move to a warmer place in Florida since all of their children were flying the nest.

The tall apartment building leered at Clary as she made her way up the icy steps, holding onto the staircase railing as her feet slid, clumps of snow attaching themselves to her cotton gloves as she gripped the snowey metal.

She pulled the door towards her, having some trouble with the amount of buildup of snow at the entrance, but after some effort finally made it through. The old front door slamming behind her, the soft thud of snow falling from the windows blocking the door again. Clary silently prayed that Isabelle wouldn't be long, but even thought she didn't get along with Jace well, Clary wasn't going to wait outside for her friend. Even the main entrance was freezing.

There was no real lobby of the apartment building, there was only the managers home on the bottom floor, a note slapped on the front of his door saying "Gone for Christmas! Be back after New Years! Call me at..." which then proceeded with his phone number. to the right of the managers door was the staircase, leading all the way up to the 8th floor winding around the square building, each landing with a door on it with the number painted in white of each floor.

As Clary started up the stairs, passing the third floor and the fourth floor, she began pulling off her hat, gloves, and unbuttoning her jacket as the amount of floors she climbed made her sweat.

Finally, the white painted number 7 greeted her. She stepped through and made her way down the hallway, stopping at door number 705 and twisting the bronze colored doorknob.

A blast of heat envelopped her, a sigh of contenment escaping her lips. Even though she was sweating from climbing up the seven flights of stairs, it was still chilly in the main room.

The apartment was simple, but the decorations were what made it seem more put together than the shabby apartment building really was. Everything was made of dark mahogony. Stepping inside started with the living room, the television next to the door and a big "L" shaped couch across the door on her right. A coffee table between the couch and TV with magazines scattered and a dying succulant that belonged to Izzy, Clary knew that Izzy couldn't keep anything alive. To her left led to the bedrooms, the first room was Jace's, his door was shut but a yellowish light shined through the bottom of the door. A halfwall was what was behind the couch, the kitchen with dark wood and mismatched handles on the cupboards. The kitchen was small but the appliances were updated which what made it look as put together as it did. to the left of the kitchen was a square table, four chairs tucked in the table with a small round chandelier hanging above it. The bedroom at the far wall next to the kitchen was Isabelle's room, the door slightly open and the decorated white walls sneaking a peek at Clary.

Over against the wall by Jace's room was a small piano, just a simple wooden one, sheet music propped up and music books sat on the top of the piano. All the Lightwoods learned to play the piano, but from what Clary knew, they all had called quits on it after four years. A tall bookshelf with rows of books next to the piano closest to the dining table, a stack of small painting canvas's and blank notepads on the bottom shelf. Clary figured she would attend to those first while she waited for Izzy. She remembered the day Izzy and her bought them, Clary was over enough that Izzy wanted her to feel the apartment was a home away from home, the gesture warmed her heart.

Clary loved Isabelle's place, it had a homey sense to it, the furniture with a dark sense but with a bit of wear in it so it looked like people lived in the place.

Clary hung her winter gear on the rack behind the door as she shut it, kicking off her wet boots next to some pairs of shoes strewn by the door.

Clary looked over as Jace's door opened suddenly, her heart giving a slight squeeze and her stomach knotting as she remembered who she'd be avoiding until Izzy came home.

There, Jace stood in the frame of his open door, a dark green sweater and dark gray sweats hanging low on his hips. His blonde hair messy and curly as he shook his head to get the curls away from his golden eyes. Clary admitted that he was a very attractive guy, but his ego was what set her off. He smiled lazily, a small shadow of facial hair darkened his square jaw, something that Clary saw rarely. Jace was a very clean cut person, he hated living with Izzy only because she always made a mess and he always had to clean up after her; so seeing Jace with a five o'clock shadow was rare to Clary. She assumed he hadn't left the apartment all day since he looked like he had just woken up.

"Well, Hello Clarissa." Jace smirked. His voice was deep, looming at her as she shrugged off her jacket, the shoulder of her oversized sweater falling to expose her pale and freckeld shoulder and collar bone. She flushed.

"I'm just waiting for Izzy." Clary explained. She didn't know why she felt the need to explain herself, but she didn't want to give Jace a reason to hang around her.

"Right, she ran off to see Ratatouille about ten minutes ago. Who knows when she'll be back." Jace winked at Clary and pushed himself away from his door, letting it crack open. Clary could see his bare bedroom walls and the neatness of his room.

Clary wrinkled her nose. She made her way to the couch and plopped down, clicking on the TV to the news. The news reporters surving as background noise for her as she reached for her phone and mindlessly scrolled through her phone. She could hear Jace making himself food in the kitchen.

"She probably should hurry herself if she doesn't want to get snowed in." Jace called from the kitchen, Clary's heart squeezed again at the idea of being trapped... with Jace.

Clary made small conversation, hoping to just keep it light, "Yeah, it's supposed to snow hard in the next hour and just keep snowing the rest of the night."

Jace was suddenly behind her, leaning over the half wall and where the couch was pushed against. Clary jumped and clicked her phone off.

"It's supposed to keep snowing for the rest of the week." He said, winking at her.

Clary swallowed.

She stood, adjusting her oversized sweater. Jace watched her as he pulled out food from the microwave.

"I'm just going to wait for her in her room, did you want the TV on?" Clary asked nervously. Jace's stare was making her uncomfortable. She was in the house with him for all of five minutes and was already making her hands sweat and her cheeks flush.

He walked past her and plopped on the couch, "Yes, please, darling."

Her cheeks heated more and she rolled her eyes.

Clary heard him chuckle softly as she made it to Izzy's room and closed the door behind her. She leaned against the door and sighed in frustration.

Izzy's room was a mess, clothes strewn all about the floor, sewing kits and makeup untidedly covering her desk and nightstands.

Clary scrolled through her phone again as she pushed clothes off of Izzy's bed, Clary in disbelief how Izzy could ever live in such a mess.

Please hurry back. - Clary

Clary noticed the time on her phone, 3:45 pm. She sighed, laying down on the large bounching bed. The buzzing sound of the television from the other room seemed like a lullaby to her, soon realizing that she was falling asleep to it. She was half asleep as she heard the TV turn off and the sound of Jace's shuffling in the living room and soon the soft click of his bedroom door closing behind him.

Yeah. So that's the first one I guess. I don't know, like I said, it's just kinda random thoughts and shit. All characters and all that shit belongs to the author, I don't own anything but my own plot I guess. But it's probably been done. Anyways, I'll probably update again soon. I'm a quick writer and usually when I have an idea I get it all out in one sitting. Review it if you want, it'd be helpful to me to get some feedback on how I write.
Ta Ta for now.