"Everywhere I go,
Bitches always know
That Charlie Scene has got a weenie
That he loves to shows."

-Everywhere I Go by Hollywood Undead

Okay, so does anyone know of a handbook on how to survive book characters?

I'm guessing it doesn't exist, mostly because things like that don't happen. Well, frankly, things like that do sort of happen. And I always wonder how I get myself into these sort of predicaments. Like, what do I do that makes me eligible for this kind of thing?

I wish I knew the answer.

Now I was stuck sitting on the curb of a street in the heart of New York city with my best friend Anya. Fun.

"Livvy?"

"Yeah?" I looked over to my friend, who didn't seem tired or worried at all. Her flaming red hair was like a dangerous halo, green eyes sparkling with excitement. And me, well my brown hair was stuck to my head messily and there were dark circles under my eyes.

"Do you think we could be in another dimension?"

I sighed. "Okay, I don't think so. Maybe something paranormal happened, but that doesn't mean we're in a different dimension. We're in normal New York City, nothing paranormal about that, right?"

Anya looked disappointed.

I clucked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. "Maybe some hobo somewhere knows where we can find a phone."

"And some money." Anya muttered bitterly.

"Don't be so negative, this could turn out to be really good." I gave a weak smile, and Anya just glared at me.

I stood up from the curb. Anya followed, wearing nearly the exact same outfit as me. We had our cell phones, but they were on roaming and I wasn't counting on them to make an important call to my mother to explain why I suddenly disappeared with my friend.

We wandered the sidewalks for a while, meandering down one of the streets. We were still extremely lost, but walking around made it feel like we were getting somewhere.

Something clattered behind us, and I heard Anya gasp.

"Wha—?"

My mouth dropped open, and I couldn't even find my breath. My brain could only form one word.

Jace.

Anya squealed, and before I could tell her what she was doing was insane, she was tackling Jace to the ground in a flurry of kisses.

How was I going to explain myself?

"What the?" Jace pushed Anya away, looking confused. Not far off was Isabelle, a scowl contorting her features. "Who're you? Why is a mundie hugging me?"

"You're Jace!" Anya screeched. "Where's Alec?"

I knew for a fact that Anya's favorite character from The Mortal Instruments was Alec, so if Alec appeared, he'd be in the risk of a mauling.

I slapped my hand against my forehead and shook it. This wasn't going to end well.

"We're not mundies," I said, acting on impulse. "Anya here is shadowhunter, and I am a warlock."

"A warlock?" Jace laughed. "You don't exactly look like one. And what are you doing here anyways?"

I opened my mouth, struggling to find words. "Well, the Clave sent Anya over here from Idris, because she needed some extra training."

Anya gave me a confused look. Jace and Isabelle just listened.

"And I was sent to escort her, and we happened to lose all our luggage and personal items on the plane. So, we've been kind of wandering the streets for a while."

"So you're a shadowhunter too?"

"No," I panicked, thinking. "I'm a warlock, in training. My mentor is here, um, Magnus Bane."

Ah, crap. What did I just do?

Jace burst out laughing. "Really?"

"Yeah," I knew my face was guilty. "And we were wondering if we could stay at the Institute with you."

Isabelle laughed. "Why should we believe you?"

"Because!" I was wringing my hands, which looked very guilty. "We have nowhere else to turn, we have nothing with us, and we need to get where we were supposed to. And we just so happen to run into you two."

Jace shrugged, looking at Isabelle. Isabelle nodded, rolling her eyes. He turned back to us.

"Okay, we'll bring you back with us. But, we're calling Magnus when we get there, just to let him know that you've arrived." he smirked, pushing past them. "Come on, Hodge is waiting."

I was trying to figure out at what point in time we were in the book series, and I didn't want to say anything about Clary because he might get confused and not know what I'm talking about, or get mad because he found out she was his sister. So, I was going to leave it out until we made it to the Institute.

We went up in the elevator, me tapping my foot aimlessly until it jerked to a stop. Jace and Isabelle left quickly, making their way to the kitchen. I followed, Anya not far behind me.

I was wearing my best outfit, but Isabelle had given me a few strange looks on the way back. I was wearing my favorite white Hollywood Undead t-shirt I'd gotten for my birthday last year with a pair of skinny jeans. I had on my favorite pair of High Top Converse with the black, white, and red plaid pattern inside. Perched on my head was my favorite Elmo hat, and on my nose were my black pair of Wayfarers. I had two rubber bracelets on, a pink one with the word psycho written in white on it, and another that was blue with karma written in black.

Anya was wearing something similar. She had a gray beanie on and metal framed aviators. Her blue t-shirt had cookie monster on it, holding a cookie with the word sweet. She also had on white shorts, with multicolored checkered High Tops. She had two rubber bracelets on too, a black one that said vampires, and a white one that said I love nerds.

Right before we entered the kitchen, Anya yanked me back out into the hallway.

"What?"

"Why did you say I'm a shadowhunter? And since when do you want to be a warlock?"

I was stunned "Um, sorry, but I was just improvising, trying to find a way for us to get to a phone or some money. I just want to get out of here."

"We got sucked into a portal!" Anya screeched. "I think the only way out is through a portal!"

"Okay, okay, sorry." I raised my hands in defense. "I guess we'll have to wait for another portal to show up."

Anya sighed. "Okay, then I guess we're stuck here." she started to walk away, but before she could get very far, one very sparkly warlock we all knew exited the elevator.

"Oh, shit."

Well, sorry this was so short. I wanted to get it done. This story was actually inspired by my friend, mocking-jace. We got the idea during lunch one day, and I decided to write it. And the two main characters in this fic, is me and mocking-jace. Me being Laer of course, and her as Anya.

Well, I'll try and update sooner!

~Laer~