Come with Me (Clace Fic)

A/N: So like just read on okay? The Claceness starts after this chapter yo

I play with the diamond ring on my finger. It feels heavy on my finger, but I love it. I can't believe it. I'm finally getting married! The wedding's in a month but still. I really can't wait., even though everything's a little too hectic for my taste. Thank God Isabelle's my wedding planner. She took care of mostly everything.

As I examine the big rock on my finger, I feel warm hands go around my waist, pulling me in and kissing the side of my head.

"Good morning to you too," I laugh, turning around and wrapping my arms around my amazing fiancé's neck. "I love you," Simon does his cute goofy grin. "I love you too," I tiptoe to kiss him. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Shouldn't you be getting ready to go to Isabelle's house for your bachelorette party?" He asks. I scrunch up my nose a bit in distaste. I am really not looking forward to this. Knowing Izzy, she'll invite a bunch of random people and order a male stripper for me. I imagined Simon would have wanted to stay with me on my last day in New York.

"Do I really have to go?" I pout., giving him the puppy dog eyes I know he can't resist. "I can just stay home with you and spent my last night in New York here." I know he wants me to stay too, but he was too nice. Isabelle's a childhood friend. We couldn't bail on her after all her hard work. "Come on, you have to. You won't have time for one by the time the wedding's here." he reminds me. Damn, why'd my stupid boss have to move to Rome for half a year? I love my job as an art consultant, but I miss out on so many things here. "Okay fine. But just to let you know, she's going to go bring a stripper for me."

Simon laughed. "Don't worry about that. I made sure Izzy picked out an ugly guy that won't touch you in any way. And if he does touch you well..."

Just as I was about to finish getting ready for my unwanted bachelorette party, I hear a knock on my door. "Come in," I yelled.

Izzy rushes in through the door. She pauses, taking in my outfit for tonight. "No no no no no! Change now!" She takes a hold of my wrist, and yanks me to my closet. "Wait, what's wrong with my outfit now?" She turns around, placing her hands on her hips. "A flowy dress with a blue sweater? No, you look like a 16 year old. It's your bachelorette party, you're not going to school. Here try this on." She handed me a black and blue form fitting dress. "I ... Uh...I really shouldn't" I stutter. 

"No time for arguments!" she gushes. "Go go go!" Isabelle pushes me into the bathroom to change. Man, she can be so fuckin' pushy sometimes. I sighed. I can hear her rustling through my things. Oh boy, I thought, Simon's not gonna like coming home to a messy room.

She handed me a pair of boot wedges and a peacoat when I get out of the bathroom. "There," she took in my attire, satisfied. "Okay, time to go! Put your hair down. Oh and here it's gonna be cold." She smiled, gleefully, handing me a bureau. I took out my phone to text Simon, letting him know we're leaving.

"Oh no! No boys tonight."

Izzy snatched my phone, and slipped it in her pocket. "Hey!" She swats my hand away when I try to retrieve my phone from her pocket. "No, if we're going to do this right, we're doing it my way." She states. I frown, crossing my arms. "Then I don't wanna go." I whine. Isabelle rolls her eyes at me, "Quit being such a little bitch, and let's go! Dylan, Lana, and Katie are waiting in the limo. We have to pick up a few more people on the way." I sigh, reaching for my cigarettes to get rid of this anxiety building up inside me. Isabelle normally would stop me -being the health nut that she is, but since it was my special night, she let it slide. "I'm warning you now, so you don't bite my head off later. It might get a little crazy."

I shrugged. I wouldn't have expected anything less from Isabelle Lightwood.