Hey boios, hope all life is well. I'm not even gonna try to apologise for the huge gap between updates because at this point it's all just excuses. This chapter will start to move the plot along a bit more. I also read through previous chapters and noticed the horrendous amount of typos and will work on fixing all of them soon.

Disclaimer: I don't own the mortal instruments or any of its characters

She would've run to Jon's' defence if she hadn't seen it all from the stairs. Clary had decided to sit this party out. Instead smoking on her windowsill, avoiding Sebastian who was searching for her in the throng of people.

She couldn't deal with his intense looks or possessive groping, not now at least.

She'd stayed in her room all day, not touching food or water. She was so hungry but couldn't find the motivation to eat. She couldn't find the motivation to do anything for that matter.

Her entire body felt like a lead weight. It took her nearly half an hour just to light a cigarette that now lay unfinished in her ashtray. Then out of nowhere she became restless. She needed to get out of there. The room. The house. The town.

She changed into a tank top and yoga pants, tied up her hair and shoved her feet into a pair of trainers. She then reached for her iPod, headphones and $20.

She decided that it would be easy enough to slip out. The party seemed pretty wild and no one, or specifically Jon would notice her leave.

Jon didn't notice her at all. He didn't see her on the steps, watching him harass the girl with raven hair.

"What is wrong with you?" Clary said, pushing past him.

She followed the girl hoping to give some sort of apology for her brother's actions. She half walked; half jogged shoeless out onto the grass of her front garden.

"Hey, are you ok?" She asked the girl who easily stood over a foot taller than herself.

The girl startled by the sight of her, barefoot and shivering, gave a curt reply. "Nothing I haven't dealt with before." She gave a small smile before walking further from the house. Clary followed her.

"I'm really sorry about my brother, I know he can be a real ass sometimes, hell I-"

"That was your brother? You're Clary Fray?" The tall girl stopped walking and looked down at her.

"Um… yes." She said, more than a little confused. "I didn't realise I was a household name"

Miss long legs gave a soft laugh, "No it's just that my brother Jace hangs out with some of the football boys and a few have spoken about you."

"Only bad things I hope." She said with a nervous smile.

"I'm Isabelle by the way." She said, taking Clary's hand and shaking it cheerily. There was a little bit of an awkward silence.

"Ummm… I am starving, I think there's a McDonalds a couple of blocks away. Fancy giving me some company?" Clary suggested, for some reason she couldn't explain, she wanted this girl to like her, to be her friend. It had been a long time since she had had a friend.

Isabelle who had planned on going back to the party agreed. Not because she was particularly hungry but because she wanted to learn more about the short girl in front of her. She glanced down.

"Are you going to put on some shoes?" Clary looked down, as if she had not noticed she was stood barefoot on the harsh concrete.

"Well that involves going back inside and I'd like to avoid that place at all costs so, no." She shrugged and began to walk in the direction of the promised food.

It took her a few seconds to realise that Isabelle was not following her. She looked behind and saw that she was now holding her heels in her hand. They were impressively tall, just the sight of them made Clary's feet hurt.

She skipped forward and linked her arm with Clary's. Despite the reduction of her height from the heels she was still over half a foot taller. "Shall we?"

And with that they set off on their adventure.

It didn't take long for Clary to decide that she liked Isabelle. Conversation flowed easily between them. They spoke of menial, unimportant things. They spoke of music and art. Of kittens and puppies.

It took them longer than it should've to arrive at their destination. They both got odd looks while standing in the line to order. Clary understood why, they were an odd pair. A tall beautiful girl, long black hair cascading down her back, wearing a beautiful dress, accompanied by a short ginger with unwashed hair and wearing sweatpants.

Two big mac and fries later, they sat at a two-seater table close to the door, ideal for people watching. They ate and spoke and commented on the people walking in and out, making up stories for them. Much to Clary's delight, Isabelle was really funny, they bounced jokes back and forth and made funny faces.

"So, what do you like to do for fun?" This was very surprising to hear. No one had ever asked Clary that. Not even Sebastian knew much about her, simply because he didn't ask.

"Well um… I like to draw." She mumbled. Isabelle leaned forward; her curiosity piqued.

"Are you any good? Can you show me?" Clary gave a little laugh.

"I don't have my sketch book on me." Isabelle sighed as if she was missing something obvious, she then stood up and walked away. A few moments later she returned with a few half-broken crayons and a piece of paper, a crossword puzzle for children.

"Draw something, ooh you could draw me! I do love to model." She sounded delighted by the idea. After a moments hesitation and a reluctant sigh she picked up the crayon.

"Not my preferred medium. But it vill have to do." She said in a mock French accent. The pair let out a giggle and Clary started her work. It was harder than she would've thought to draw with crayon and halfway through she decided that it wasn't good enough, turned over the page and started again.

What Isabelle intended as a little joke turned into a ten-minute live drawing session. Clary became engrossed in her little project. She wasn't used to drawing from live models and barely looked at her, only noting her pose and the slight raise of her eyebrow before beginning.

She let the crayon glide across the paper, only using the blue and green ones.

Isabelle watched with fascination. Herself not having an artistic bone in her body had always found it difficult to draw as much as a stickman. But this girl seemed to find it easy. Her mouth scrunched on the side of her face in concentration.

"Done!" She said triumphantly turning the page to show Isabelle, holding the page out like a child would.

"Wow," Isabelle said after a moment of examining the drawing, "It's amazing." And she meant it, with every bone in her body. "And this is just ten minutes with some crayons, what can you do with an hour and some proper pencils?"

Clary blushed, she'd never been complimented on her art before, mostly because she was so reluctant to show it. This led onto Isabelle making herself an appointment to meet Clary at her father's house for an art session. Isabelle being the art of course.

They eventually wandered out of the McDonalds.

"Where to now?"

"Well since you want to avoid your house we could go to mine. Maybe do some shots? I wasn't at the party long enough to even get tipsy."

"Sounds good." Clary said with a laugh.

Isabelle's house was close to hers she soon realised and began to wonder why she'd never seen her before.

"My brother Jace is at work and Alec is over his boyfriends. My parents are away on "business", so we should have the house to ourselves." Isabelle told her opening the door and ushering her in.

"We should have a great time then." Clary winked and blew a kiss at her. They both broke into a fit of giggles.

They had many, many, many shots.

Ok, that's it for today lads, I kept procrastinating with this, and it somehow took a whole day? Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Next chapter things will happen which is fun. Please leave a review they really motivate me to continue.

-An Angry Welshie