Like Crazy

A/N: Hey guys I'm backkkkk! Happy summer~~ I hope all of you are having a good time. Two notes:

1. For everyone here that has read my other TMI story Kiss it Better (if not you should go check out...I know shameless marketing :D ) I will not be writing an epilogue for that. I'm sorry I just can't think of anything that would work well following that story up. I know I could write about them in the future but I feel that I would not be able to do a good job at that and the ending would be unsatisfactory to all of the people that have given me so much. Sorry again.

2. I know it's been months since I have done anything but this is an idea that popped up in my head. I was derping around on the internet when I saw a movie called Like Crazy (yes that is where the title and chapter names are from; credit to them) I never actually watched the movie but the words stuck in my head and now I want to write a story. This has a different plot then the movie

Ok that was long and I know many of you don't read those so I'm going to stop babbling and get on with the story!

This will be a shorter four-shot with a prologue. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the titles~

Prologue~

Jace's POV

The lights of the all age's club, Pandemonium, flashed on and off like strobe lights, alternating from red to blue to green. The air was filled with the stench of sweat and smoke and Jace's eyes were assaulted as a teenage couple got a little too cozy on the dance floor.

Clubs had never really been his "thing" but his friend Sebastian had promised him that this club was going to be a lot of fun and that this was perfect hunting ground for his next "victim". Apparently a lot of guys went into that building a virgin and left, well, not a virgin. Jace made him promise that no one was actually going to be doing it on the dance floor and Sebastian had assured him that tonight would be so clean that it would be like a teacher chaperoned prom. Jace glanced around at the grinding hips and the swinging arms and instantly regretted his decision. He swore the only thing keeping some of these girls from getting pregnant was the sorry scraps of clothes that covered their boobs and butts.

Jace had given up on dancing a while ago and had gone over to the bar that served only non-alcoholic beverages by law. However, a few winks and some harmless flirting at the blonde bartender and he managed to get some alcohol slipped into his glass of sprite.

He sat on the stool and watched as the people danced to some techno music with approximately five words and too much bass. A few girls had come up to him with bad attempts at flirting but he had managed to shut all of them down within a matter of minutes. Jace wasn't in the mood to get funky tonight, in fact he wasn't in the mood to do anything tonight but go to bed, but Sebastian hadn't stopped hounding him about this all week. Now that they were actually there, Sebastian had disappeared into the crowd to hook up and Jace was left stranded without a friend, without the mood, and without a ride home. 'Why did I let Sebastian drive?' He thought.

He continued to stare off into space, sipping at the spiked soda, when someone sat down next to him at the bar. At first he tried to ignore them, continuing to look at the flashing lights, when he heard the person next to him order.

"Do you have any rum and coke?" The voice next to him was female, shouting so that she could be heard over the music. The bartender glanced at her the same time Jace did and they both took in the same thing; crazy, fiery hair, emerald eyes, pale skin dotted with freckles. The strange thing about her was that she was wearing a T-Shirt and jeans with converse. Not your average club uniform. The blonde sneered at her, her eyes filled with judgment, but Jace paused for a minute. She wasn't made up like most of the girls in the club, wearing their short dresses and high heels, their makeup done and their hair piled high, but something about the girl made him want to keep looking at her.

"Sorry ma'am," the bartender said, her voice dripping with scorn, "we only serve non-alcoholic drinks. It is an all age's club." She talked to the girl as if she were stupid but the red head didn't back down.

"Like you haven't been slipping it to cute guys all night. Look I just really need a drink right now. Can't you get me something?"

"No, sorry, I can't. It's against the law." Her voice had that irritating empowered tone to it that you sometimes heard from country club girls; the tone that said "I am better then you, now bow down to me." Jace decided to step in.

"I think you can make an exception just this once, right?" He looked flirtatiously at the bartender, his words dripping with sin. She looked between them for a second before looking directly into his golden eyes. She seemed to physically melt.

"Fine, just this once." She gave her best attempt at a seductive smile to him before turning around to prepare the drink. After handing it to the girl, along with a bill, the bartender turned back to Jace, but was interrupted by a shout down at the other end of the bar. She stared at the yelling boys with annoyance and contempt, before walking over there, waving and signaling at him to call her.

Jace turned to the girl next to him. She was sipping her drink while looking questioningly at him.

"I could have handled that you know." She didn't sound angry, only interested as she looked at Jace.

"Sure you could have handled it if that bartender turned lesbian but she seemed pretty straight to me." They both glanced down the bar to see her shamelessly flirting to one of the boys who had called her over.

Jace glanced back at the girl, who was still looking towards the end of the bar, and knew he had to say something to her but his mind was totally slipping. She glanced back at him with her deep green eyes. They made a few moments of awkward eye contact, her eyebrows raised, before he managed to rip his eyes away from hers to look at the crowd.

"Cool club, huh?" 'Nice going Jace. Way to make things even more awkward.' He looked nervously back at her, waiting to be laughed at, but something told Jace that this was no ordinary girl; that she couldn't be swept away as easily as the bartender had been.

"Ya," she quirked a smile "You can almost feel the epilepsy coming on." Jace, almost surprised, laughed at her comment.

"Almost," he looked at her clothes again, "Nice shirt." He commented. It had a picture of the Shiba Inu dog with a badly photo shopped beach behind it and the hashtag much sand. Definitely not club fare.

She looked at him, knowing that was code for "why are you wearing that in a club." "Thanks. My friend Izzy wanted me to wear a dress and heels but I hate dresses and heels make me fall."

He couldn't help but imagine her dressed like some of the other girls in the club, her tiny legs on display for all to see. He felt an irrational twinge of jealousy at the thought of other guys seeing her like that then mentally slapped himself. He didn't even know this girls name. How could he be jealous?

"I would be careful drinking that if I were you." Jace pointed to her drink, his voice filled with sarcastic suspicion.

"Why would that be?" She raised her eyebrows and Jace noted her inability to raise only one.

"You never know. That bartender probably slipped something like ecstasy or Ketamine into your drink hoping you would pass out."

"No, she didn't seem like the friendly type to me either." The girl quirked another small smile then said, "Well I'm just going to have to take my chances," and with that she took a big swig of her drink. He looked at her for a long time, examining her face and her petite body. At first she had been cute, but the more Jace looked at her, the more beautiful she turned out to be. Jace couldn't think of the last time he had truly described another girl as beautiful but there was a nagging feeling in him that told him this wasn't going to be the last time he described this stranger that way.

"Hello? Blondie are you in there?" He was broken out of his reverie to the sight of the girl waving her hand in front of his face.

Jace looked at her for a second. "Blondie?" he said, slight amusement in his voice.

"What?" she pouted, her lip sticking out like a small child's. Her protruding lip brought his focus to her mouth and for the first time since his ex-girlfriend, he had the desire to kiss someone.

"I didn't know your name Blondie and you were staring off into space." She continued to pout, and Jace ripped his eyes from her mouth back to her emerald orbs. He noticed a slight glimmer of amusement hidden in the green pools. Damn. She had noticed him staring.

"Jace. My names Jace; not Blondie."

"Well hello Jace not Blondie, my name's Clary." He liked the sound of her name when she said it. Clary. It fit her perfectly.

He laughed a little bit at her comment. "Isn't that kind of thing usually reserved to Dads?"

"What thing?"

"The whole, 'Oh hi hungry, I'm dad' thing."

She shrugged, "Well I figured since I will never get the chance of experiencing fatherhood I may as well try it out now."

They continued to talk like that for almost an hour, both finishing their drinks long ago, and as they talked Jace began to notice different things about her. He noticed the way her long eyelashes had a natural curl to them. He noticed the way that her freckles only covered her nose and cheeks. The way that her lips were full and how she didn't act as if she were beautiful at all. Her demeanor displayed a modesty and humbleness that made him want to tell her just how beautiful she was. He remembered when he first met her how he had thought that she wasn't beautiful, but now that he had talked to her some, all he wanted to do was talk to her more and to get to know this girl inside and out.

They had just steered onto the conversation of what their hobbies were, he liked soccer, she liked to draw, when a boy with glasses, mussed up brown curls, and a band tee on walked up to her, grabbing her elbow.

"There you are Clary! Izzy and I want to leave now," He looked over and saw Jace, his smile diminishing a little bit as he took him in. "Is this a bad time?" Jace felt the urge to tell him that yes in fact this was a bad time and that the nerd should piss off, but he held his tongue when Clary spoke up.

"Nope, not at all Simon. I was just chatting with Jace here. We can get going. Nice meeting you." She smiled then stood up from her barstool her hand reaching for the change that had been left on the bill. Jace watched for a moment, dumbfounded, as she got up before he quickly grabbed her arm, halting her in her track to leave.

"Wait, let me give you my number, we should get together sometime." He scribbled his number down quickly onto a napkin and handed it to her. She took it, eyeing the napkin for a second before smiling at him, waving, and then walked away with her geeky friend. Well at least he hoped they were friends. He'd let go of her elbow now and had grabbed her hand maneuvering her in between the bodies filling the dance floor.

Jace watched until he couldn't see her anymore.

A/N: So please let me know if you like this story and if I should continue! Reviews and all that stuff are really highly appreciated! Thanks for reading and see ya soon! I will try to update as soon as possible but honestly ideas come to me when they want to so I might not have a regular updating schedule.

Btw: I was thinking maybe I should get a beta but I don't know. Give me your opinions please!