Sooooo…this is my new fic. I hope that you all enjoy it!
Summer is the best time of the year…especially in Alcainte. I grin at the thought as I pull open the lawn chair and sit down, pushing it back so that I was laying back with the sun completely covering all portions of exposed skin in my bathing suit. I can't help but smile as I sit my bottle of water down on the table next to me and close my eyes. This was officially the best way to start my first day off…that is until the sun moves behind the clouds…wait that's impossible. The sky had been completely clear not thirty seconds ago when I closed my eyes. What had happened?
I slowly open my eyes and see the cause for sudden chill on my skin. My huge brother is looming over me, with his pale eyebrow raised up in a questioning gesture. "Piss off, Jonathan," I sigh. "Can't you see that I'm more than a little busy?"
"Obviously," his deep voice replies sarcastically. "You're not busy, Clarissa. You can't be busy, because you owe me a debt, little sister."
My eyes snap open as I look up at him again, unsure of where he's going with this. "Dude," I say, "I know that you're blond and all, but I didn't think that it was this bad." My eyes widen as I inhale deeply, and place a hand over my heart. "Unless it isn't the hair color. Have you been doing drugs? That's the only way that you could think that I'm indebted to you. I've tried to tell you that drugs aren't the answer, Jonathan!"
Jon rolls his green eyes, which are exactly identical to mine—that is where all resemblance stops—and says, "Shut up, Clary, before mom and dad hear you! They already think that I'm some wayward teenager, the last thing I need is for you to confirm it for them."
"Then piss off, as I already said," I reply, closing my eyes again. There, that should end any more parts on that matter.
"I can't," Jon informs me. "You owe me big time from last semester. I saved your ass in math, and you're about to deliver a payment."
"Can we do this when I'm not tanning?" I whine.
"Clary," Jon says, "you can't tan. You'll just burn, be pissy for a week because it hurts and then you return to your natural pale self. We go through this same thing every summer! And like every summer, you're going to do it again; I'm going to make fun of you, and mom and dad are going to get on my ass for it. Can we please just skip this year?"
I look up at him again, scowling this time as I do so. The stupid prick didn't have to rub it in like that. I sigh as I push with my feet on the lawn chair so that I am sitting up again. I grab my cup of ice water from the table and take a sip out of it. Once I return it to the table, taking my time because I know that it will annoy Jon, I look back up at him and say, "What do you want from me?"
"Tolerance," Jon says.
"I already tolerate you," I snap. "I tolerate the fact that you're annoying, don't like to pick up after yourself, cocky, arrogant, and have bad choices in friends that share and amplify your horrible traits. What more can you ask for?"
"Tolerance for said friend," Jon says. "I need you to be nice to Jace."
At this comment, I stand straight up from my chair, though I do not know why I do. I come up to his elbow…if I'm lucky. I don't exactly strike anyone as an intimidating figure.
"You want me to tolerate your asshole best friend," I say slowly. "We're talking about the same Jace that makes fun of my height, appearance, hobbies and drawing skills?" I question. "That is the same guy, right?"
Jon nods, slowly, looking as though he would really rather not be doing so…smart boy. "Well, guess what," I snap. "You can take that notion and shove it straight up your ass! You really need to stop taking those drugs, because the very fact that you could even think about thinking to ask me that question tells me that you're not in your right mind!"
I know; I sound like a complete bitch. Don't take it the wrong way, I love my brother. We're twins and very close, but sometimes we have differences in opinions and we clash about them. Jace is the number one problem on my list, and I honestly don't know if Jon has an issue with me as of now.
"Look," Jon says quickly, putting his hands up in front of him, almost as though he is trying to placate me and protect himself at the same time. "His stepparents are going out of town for over a month, so he and his siblings are coming over here tomorrow."
It takes me a moment to realize what Jonathan has just told me. Then, it takes another moment to realize that my parents disclosed this information to Jonathan and not to me. When everything sinks in, I open my mouth to say something…shout something…possibly scream something, but Jon already has his hand clapped harshly over my mouth before I can say anything. "Shut up, Clary," he snaps.
I try to say "Let go of me, you insufferable idiot!" I'm pretty sure that it came out as "Eeee oh ooah me, ooh, imugherle ieoh!" I know, it sounds so scary.
My eyes widen as I realize something else. Why hadn't Isabelle told me about it either? I smack his hand away, and he draws it back, looking genuinely putout about the fact that I'd hit him. I swear, my brother is such a big baby sometimes. "That traitorous bitch," I mutter as I turn away from Jon and snatch my phone off the table and immediately call Isabelle.
She answers on the second ring. I don't even give her enough time to say hello. "How could you do this to me!" I ask, uncaring of whether my brother was standing next to me confused or not.
"Jace made me swear to not tell you," she says over the phone, not even needing clarification on what I was angry about. That makes it so much worse, let me tell you.
"You listen to your brother over me?" I ask incredulously.
"Never!" Isabelle assures me quickly. "I swear that I would never choose Jace over you! I just know that he has several bits and pieces of blackmail that can be used an any time to get me in trouble. You understand that I can't let that happen, right, Clary?"
I sigh and close my eyes.
"Don't look like that, little sister," Jon says to me solemnly, as though he doesn't realize exactly how much danger he is in by being as close to me as he is. "It's not as bad as it seems. At least Isabelle will be here with you."
"Yeah," Isabelle says over the phone, apparently hearing my brother in the background, "I'll be there too."
"It's the only thing that is keeping Jonathan alive right now," I assure her. "Your Jonathan too."
"I know, Clare," Isabelle sighs. A moment later, I hear her voice from farther off. "Yes, asshole!" she snaps. "She knows! Wipe that smirk off your face, Herondale. There's no reason to be proud of the fact that your presence is enough to piss people off." A moment later, she was speaking into the phone again. "Sorry about that; my ignorant stepbrother is being an ass."
"What else is new?" I ask her wearily.
Isabelle laughs and all I hear is Jace shouting "Hey!" indignantly in the background. I can't help the quiet snort that comes out of my own mouth.
"That sounds good on him," I say.
"I bet singing soprano will too," Isabelle informs me. "You want to find out?"
"Be my guest," I say. "Don't do it until I'm there, though. I want to witness the event that no longer allows him to procreate."
"Okay," Jon says, holding his hands up and takes a step back. "I don't know who you're talking about, though I have a feeling that it has something to do with someone named Jonathan. I will have you know that I have plans to become a father, and I want nieces and nephews, so neither option is cool."
"You'll have nieces and nephews," I say. "I'll possibly eventually have kids."
"As much as I'd love to continue speaking," Isabelle tells me, "I have to finish packing. I'll call you tonight before I go to bed. And as for your request…no promises if he doesn't stop being an ass."
"That would require him to stop being himself," I inform her, earning a small laugh.
"That's not too much to ask," she replies. "It has to be hard to be so arrogant."
"I think that he and Jon are used to it," I confide.
"No kidding," she mutters before sighing and saying, "I'll call you later."
I say my goodbyes and we both hang up. I look up at Jon, who still looks as though he is unsure of whether to run or to just stand his ground and fight for his life and the lives of his future children.
"Quit being an idiot," I command. "Your best friend has that position for the next month. I can't deal with two of them at the same time." Just because he still looks scared, I decide to take advantage of this and take a step forward and jab a finger in his chest. "Listen up, though, buddy. I'm not happy about this, and you'd better keep Jace on a leash. I don't want to explode, and I doubt that you want me to ensure that both of you are unable to pass your genes on to the next generation."
Jon actually gulps at my threat and I can't help but allow a sinister smile to curl on my lips. It really is the best thing in the world when your twin brother, older than you by two minutes and taller than you by over a foot, is terrified of you.
Alright, welcome to my new Fic, Hotel Morgenstern! I hope that you like my idea. I was going through some serious writer's block with this, but it was sitting around my head just annoying me. Feel free to review and let me know how you feel about the fic and if I should continue at all.
