For Raksha Souza (I finally got around to it) who gave me the idea and better give me more if this is going to continue…
"JACE WAYLAND!" Clary screamed at the top of her lungs and ran towards the laughter down the hall. She saw a flash of golden hair rush down the stairs and quickly scampered down the stairs. Jace dived behind the couch laughing manically which just infuriated Clary more. Clary was standing directly in front of him with only the couch separating the distance between them with arms crossed over her chest.
Jace couldn't help himself. She did look hilarious. She was in pajamas as it was early morning. Only the pajamas were soaking wet with water. Not just water but bright neon green water. And Clary knew that it was the kind of dye that stayed on your skin and clothes for a long, long time before coming back. Her skin was green, her hair was green, her clothes were green. Everything was green.
"Relax Clary," he said trying to stifle a laugh.
"I will not relax," her voice was shrill and her hands clenched in little angry fists "You blew up Luke's fish tank!"
"It's not like the fish were in it," he jeered letting out another laugh.
Jace dodged to the right as the infuriated redhead leaped over the couch to grab at him. Her chest heaved up and down angrily as she glared at him now at opposite sides of the room.
"Do you know how long it's going to take to clean that up? Weeks! You used the dye Simon gave you didn't you?" Simon and his band were doing god knows what with some dye that was suppose to stick to your skin and was really hard to get out. After they were done Simon gave the rest to Jace in exchange secrecy about something he didn't want Isabelle to know about.
"I might have," he said taking a step in the opposite direction when she came a step closer towards him.
"And you blew up a fish tank because?"
"I don't really know. But it was pretty funny watching you fall in it."
"So what am I suppose to tell Luke? Sorry you're hallway and half your library turned green?"
"He did say he wanted to paint the hall a different color," said Jace lunging out of the way of another attack from Clary.
"Do you not realize that dye isn't meant to come out of things?" She clenched her fists tightly. As much as she may have loved Jace she was not looking forward to the cleaning job. "Not to mention the water's just sitting there flooding the place."
"Well I didn't actually mean to blow up the tank, that was an accident," he said holding up his hands.
"How in the world do you manage to accidentally blow something up?"
"What? The U.S. Government does it all the time!" After hearing an outraged cry from Clary he added. "I don't know. Something must've gotten caught in the cleaning thing he installed last week."
"You mean like a bunch of green dye?"
"I highly doubt a food coloring has the ability to blow up a fish tank," said Jace still trying to hold back the laughter that was threatening to spill over at the sight of Clary dripping green all over.
"Only pure water is supposed to enter that Jace, otherwise it gets backed up. Didn't you read the manual when we installed it?"
"There was a manual?" Jace dodged a pillow thrown in his direction. "Relax. We'll just blame it on Simon."
"We? This was all you."
"Ah, but you're the one covered in green," he pointed out, letting out a short laugh.
"And that makes me a part of it?"
"No but it makes you pretty suspicious if someone like me were to run off to Luke and tell him otherwise."
"You wouldn't." The two of them stared each other down for a while before Clary spoke up.
"Luke would never believe you," she spat.
"Luke would never believe you about what?" said a deeper voice from behind her. She turned to face Luke, getting an evil grin on her face. She turned to see Jace who was staring at Luke dumbfounded. "And why are you green?"
"Your fish tank," she said quickly. Luke raised an eyebrow at her.
"My fish tank made you green?"
"Well it sort of made the whole hallway green."
"Excuse me?"
"I thought you were supposed to be in Idris for the next couple of days?" interrupted Jace quickly.
"I was, but I needed something," he said slowly looking between the two of them trying to figure out what was going on.
"I can get it for you," said Jace putting on a pretty good show that even Clary had to admit made him look innocent. She then realized that her being green made her look completely guilty. "What do you need?"
"My book of records," he said now staring down Jace rather than Clary.
Jace quickly bounded toward the library. Clary winced as she heard splashing noises when he walked. Even with the skill of a shadowhunter in complete silence the quietest footstep sounds like a firework. Luke looked at Clary who gave him a weak smile. Jace returned in less than a minute but it felt like forever. He handed the book over to Luke giving one of his most winning smiles.
"You want to tell me what's going on?" he said looking at Clary. Clary opened her mouth to rat Jace out but he did have a point. She would look guilty or at least like she had something to do with it, and she could have some fun with this.
"Not particularly," she said a bit too slowly. Luke eyed her carefully.
"If I didn't have to leave right now…" he said pointing a finger at Clary before walking out. Before closing the door he called out. "If my house isn't perfect by the time I get back, you're both dead."
Both of them let out an exasperated sigh of relief, before turning to each other for second round of arguments.
"You're cleaning that up," she said putting a hand on her hip.
"Like hell I am!" said Jace loudly.
"You started this whole thing!"
"It's your house."
"That you messed up."
"But I have to go back to the institute," said Jace reaching for his jacket.
"No you don't, angel boy," rushing behind him as he bolted out the door.
Prank Night…Prank Night
"You really want to do this," asked Isabelle with an amused look in her eyes.
"Do you not see my hair?" said Clary pointing to her hair which was still a light shade of green after four showers as was a lot of her skin.
"Green's not really your color."
"You aren't helping," said Clary standing up and pacing the room. "Are you going to help me or not?"
"Oh I'm helping. You'll need my help if you actually think you'll be able to pull that off."
"I know. So here's what we'll do…"
Alec bounded away from the door and rushed into another empty room and waiting until the sounds of their footsteps were gone. He quickly ran towards Jace's room not bothering to knock before barging in.
"I could've been naked you know," said Jace who was sitting on his bed with some sort of notebook thing. "Though you would probably like that."
Alec glared at him. "Fine. Your funeral."
"I'm not dying Alec," said Jace with a sigh.
"No, but you will be soon," he said flippantly turning to leave. Jace of course was soon on his feet, still clutching the notebook.
"What do you mean? Is Luke here?"
"Luke? Downworlders can't come in here, you know that." Jace cursed himself inwardly at such an obvious statement. "What did you do to Luke?"
"Nothing. Why am I dying?"
"Your girlfriend," he said simply and turned to leave again.
"Wait a minute," said Jace, pulling on his brother's arm.
"What?" Jace opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. "Can you hurry? I need to go get a camera for remembrances of the event."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Alec laughed and explained what he heard to Jace. When he was done Jace's eyes were wide.
"She wouldn't," he muttered.
"If you say so. But I plan to watch."
"You have to help me!" Alec was fairly amused. Usually it was him asking for help and Jace who cocked a grin and watched him suffer and he liked the change in roles.
"Fine," he said. "But if you die, I'm going to have to post pictures of your defeat online."
Ignoring Alec's comment he said, "Here's what we're going to do."
Author's Note Time:
Hah. I finally got around to it. I've been meaning to write this up for weeks. Oops. Anyways. Continue? Trash it? You decide. Comments for ideas are accepted and wanted very badly.
I seem to be experiencing *insert sad crying hysterically face here* writers block. Ew…hate that word. So if you read my stories and have ideas…tell me. TELL ME ANYTHING! I hate this feeling. I mean I know my writing isn't amazing but this is ridiculous.
Comment please! If you comment I will love you forever! Well… if you read my stories at all I love you but still! Please…do it for the sad little writer who just wants to hear from the readers. And the hot guy! Don't forget the hot guy!
Jace: I'm sexy and I know it *song blaring*
Me: Shut up and think of some ideas will you.
See what I've turned into! Writers block is killing me people! HELP ME!