Just Roomates.
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Chapter One: Ladle Meets its Match
Chapter Songs
Someday ~ The Strokes
Hypocrite ~ Cage The Elephant
Girl Afraid ~ The Smiths
Smile ~ Lily Allen
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As I stood there with a plastic ladle in hand, waiting to strike the intruder of the night, I thought of the events in the past twenty-four hours that lead to this very moment.
The final school bell rang and that was it.
No more grade school, off to college, where I would major in arts, and not the excuse of an art elective that high school's try to pull off. This would be a real advanced art class.
This was it.
This was my chance to make it as an artist and I wasn't going to waste it.
As I was walking through the halls I received many goodbye hugs along with phone numbers of friends I wouldn't stay in touch with.
I made sure to say good bye to my closer friends that I actually talked to throughout the four years, but there were too many.
I have most of their phone numbers anyway.
At the end of the day there was only one person I wanted to see.
"Clary!" Simon waved from the opposite side of the corridor.
I ran to him in a crushing force, I threw my arms around his neck as his squeezed around my waist.
"We are officially high school graduates" I smiled as I let go of Simon.
"Oh but Clary, darling, I think you've forgot about the next four years that lie ahead" Simon corrected.
"Oh college won't be the same, it'll be a new experience." I smiled.
"That's what they said about High School" Simon muttered.
"Well I don't know about you, but I enjoyed all the parties, the learning is just the thing I wasn't keen on, and college is just one big four year party" I announced.
"I don't think I got that memo" he joked.
"If we walk at this pace we won't ever make it to all the crazy parties people have planned tonight!" I cheered.
Simon grumbled on about his distaste in parties.
"I'm joking, I can't go to any of them! I have to start packing" I exclaimed sorrowfully.
"You haven't started packing!? You're leaving tomorrow, for the whole summer, and you have not touched a single suit case" Simon exclaimed.
"Which reminds me, wanna help me pack?" I wiggled my shoulders.
He sighed with his head tilted backwards, "Why not?" he shrugged as we started walking to my car.
"Clary, do you need any more boxes while Luke and I run to the store?" My mother shouted from down stairs while Simon fiddled with the corner of my pillow and I was filling up the hundredth suit case.
"No mom, I actually think I can fit all my stuff in my bags, but could you get me some fruit punch if you're going to the store!" I shouted.
"Make that two please" Simon chimed in.
"You two are unbelievable, going off to college and still drinking child drinks" my mother muttered.
"It's a life stile mom, don't judge it"
"I'll be back with two fruit punches" Luke said.
"Thanks Luke! See he understands mom!" I laughed as I called to my mother.
I heard laughing and the closing of the door.
"I'm beat" I said I collapsed on the bed next to Simon.
"That's why I quit on the first suitcase" Simon smiled.
I smiled as I punched him in the arm.
"So, will you think of me every single day you're in New York?" Simon asked as he placed his arm around my shoulder and looked down at me.
"You know I will, and I'll be back in a few months. We'll call each other every day, Skype, text, everything" I said as I gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Then we'll be in college together"
"Best friends forever, remember?" I told Simon.
"Mhmm" Simon muttered.
We laid on the bed for quite some time, just absorbing in each other's company. We had both fallen asleep before our sugary beverages arrived.
"Okay you have your ticket?" My mom asked me for the hundredth time.
"Yes mom" I said as I rolled my eyes.
"You have your phone, paints, brushes- if there's anything you forget- or need, I'll send it to you. I'll send the rest of your things later on today, your brother should be waiting for you at the gate when the plane arrives in New York. Okay?" My mother rambled.
"Okay" I smiled.
"Are you sure about this?" My mom questioned.
"Positive, plus we already payed for the whole summer of art classes" I reminded her.
"If you change your mind at all-"
"I'll be alright mom" I said as I crushed her in a hug.
"I'll miss you so much" she said as she smoothed out my hair.
"I'll miss you too" We released each other, and I went to hug Simon and Luke good bye.
I went on the plane to face multiple hours of kicks on the back from little kids, and screaming babies.
Hurray.
By the time I got to New York, it was already dark. I needed to get my baggage that would get me through the week, until my boxes come through the mail.
I hauled the big suitcase off baggage claim, that was considerably twice my size, which almost sent me sprawled out on the floor due to its heavy weight and my lack of any upper body strength.
I walked to the doors where various signs called out to different people, signaling there was some one to pick them up. I quickly scanned the posters in search of my name scrawled upon one of them.
It wasn't until my second time scanning the boards that I saw a familiar print,reading out 'Strawberry Short Cake (a.k.a Clary Morgenstern)'
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help the smile that crept on my face as I saw none other than Jonathan Morgenstern.
I ran to him, wrapping my arms around him tightly, ignoring the fact he almost hit me in the face with the board in his hand while returning the hug.
When my feet were completely back on the floor, we both had the biggest smiles on our faces. I had missed him so much.
"So Clary, the high school graduate, how are we feeling?" He said as he ruffled my hair and we started walking to his car.
"It's a big change, I'm going to miss my friends and all, but I'm excited. You know?" I smiled hopefully as Jonathan took the suitcase from my hand.
"I know, that's exactly how I felt when I first came to the big apple, there are a lot of opportunities out here" he smiled.
"How's soccer going?" I asked curiously.
"Pretty good, I'm actually going to a lot of different clubs to practice with the teams this summer"
"That's great, any more broken bones?"
"Only about ten" Jon smiled.
Jonathan hauled the suit case into the trunk of his car as I jumped into the passenger seat and we set off for his apartment.
"So any girls that I should be worried about when I open this door?" I asked as we reached the door to his apartment which was on the third floor, you could get the most amazing view of the city from this high up. It sucked for Jon though, carrying a forty pound bag up three flights of stairs. I feel exhausted just thinking about it.
Jonathan claimed that the elevator installed in the complex had been out of order ever since he moved here.
And it certainly didn't look like it was getting fixed anytime soon.
"There's only about five of them, but they should all be dressed, unfortunately. Nothing to be worried about" he smirked as I muttered something about him being a pig.
I strolled through the entrance which led to a modernized living room and kitchen, very spacious, considering it was an apartment.
The living room had patches of decorations here and there, unique corner tables or sculptures were positioned in the right places, along with the interesting lamp.
I walked into the kitchen and took a seat on the purple bar stool.
"What do you think?" Jon asked.
"I think I want some food" As if on cue my stomach grumbled.
"Airplane food isn't the most appetizing" I shrugged my shoulders as Jon started going through the fridge.
"Let's see, we have spaghetti left over, lasagna, salad, meatloaf," he paused as he took out a container that looked like it held a colorful slop inside, "and nachos?" Jonathan guessed as he shook the container a bit.
"Though I wouldn't recommend it" Jonathan looked over from the nachos to me.
"You don't say" I said sarcastically as I got up from my seat to snatch the left over spaghetti.
As I started slurping up the cold spaghetti, Jonathan joined, grabbing a fork for himself.
"Do you want to do anything?" Jon asked as he swallowed a huge forkful of pasta.
"You're disgusting" I paused to whipe off my face, "Besides what are you thinking of doing, it's almost midnight" I nudged my head towards the microwave that revealed the current time.
"It's New York, the city never sleeps" he smiled at me.
"No, I think I'm good. I still have to get my bed put together" I told Jonathan.
"About that, the room you're supposed to be sleeping in became somewhat of the clutter room of the apartment" Jon said.
"Well there are three rooms in this house, I'll just sleep in the guest room" I shrugged.
"Yeah that's not an option, that guest room holds a guest"
"Why don't you just tell your girl toy to go stick it else where?" I asked disgustingly..
"No," Jon paused for a moment of laughter, "I'm telling you I have a roommate"
"Why?"
"Well sure mom gives me an allowance, but I like having a little extra in the pocket" Jon explained while he patted his jean pocket.
"Here's an idea, get a job"
"But that takes effort and time" Jon whined.
"What a diva" I said as I rolled my eyes.
"Oh because you've had plenty of jobs" Jon countered.
"Of course!" Though I don't think watching Simon's cat once while the Lewis's were on vacation counted as plenty. And considering I forgot to feed it, then only to remember when I found it eating the scented soap in the bathroom…
"Uh-huh" Jon smirked.
"So where am I supposed to sleep?" I questioned.
"This grey-beige, limited addition, plush couch of course!" Jon said without a moments hesitation.
"How about I sleep in your bed and you take the couch?" I challenged.
"Oh, you know I would, without a doubt, but my feet hang off the ledge"
"Please Jon?" I begged.
"You're shorter! It's actually quite a comfortable couch" he promoted.
"It's almost midnight and your roommate isn't here, why don't they sleep some where else? Or what if they sleep on the couch?" I prodded.
"Just sleep on the couch and I'll clear out your room tomorrow" he said as he took our dishes to the sink.
"You owe me" I said as I sighed.
"Mhmm, okay I'm going to get some sleep, on my nice, big, soft bed. See you in the morning" he winked at me as he walked to his bedroom.
I threw a pillow at him as he exited the living room.
"The bathroom is over there" Jon pointed to one of the doors in the hall, that was opposite of the living room.
"Whatever" I said as I snuggled into the blanket that Jonathan had set up on the couch for me.
For a good twenty minutes I layed on the couch with my eyes closed, waiting for sleep, but sleep never came.
I sat up and grabbed my backpack which held my computer. As soon as I hooked up to Jonathan's wifi, I started to browse through Netflix for my next watch.
I finally settled on a movie I've seen a thousand times. After that movie I chose another.
I stopped mid way through, to get some tea to help me sleep.
I filled a mug with water and placed it in the microwave while I fetched a tea bag.
I took the mug out before the microwave beeped, careful not to wake up Jonathan.
I stirred the the tea bag in the hot water, then went to get sugar when I heard the door open and close.
"Jon?" I called out.
When I didn't get a reply, I picked up the closest thing to me, which just happened to be a flappy plastic ladle.
Great.
I bet the intruder will be petrified when they see this.
I mentally rolled my eyes, cursing my lack in weaponry.
"Jon?" The invader and I both asked.
Dim lighting pooled over the trespasser, I had to squint to see the golden hair, and the fact that this plastic ladle was certainly not taking this intruder down.
"Woah, woah, please don't hurt me" the sarcastic tone reached my ears, as the golden haired male stretched out his hands showing he meant no harm.
"Come on, let's take a moment to think this through, let's put the ladle down" the sarcastic voice boomed with laughter.
I flung the lights all the way on, in front of me stood golden perfection that stood a bit over six feet, he had gold hair, and prominent cheek bones.
When I drank all his features in, a pang of familiarity struck me in the chest.
"Jace?"
"Clary?"
We both questioned at the same time.
"What are you doing here?" I asked as did Jace, though he held more curiosity in his question.
"I live here" Jace explained.
"I'm staying here" I told.
"Jon!" I screamed as Jace smirked.
When I didn't get a response I screamed Jon's name again.
I heard a thump, then a grumble, then the opening of a door.
"What could possibly be so impota-?" Jon stopped as soon as he walked into the living room, in view of the kitchen where Jace and I were standing.
"Oh" Jon stopped.
"Yeah 'oh'" I threw back at Jon.
"What is he doing here?"
"I'm here for all your needs and desires, babe. I'm two doors down the hall, stop by whenever" Jace smirked.
"Jace is my roommate"
"Roommate!?" My eyes bugged out.
"The sharing of a house-" Jace started.
"I know what a roommate is, thank-you-very-much" I smiled sarcastically at Jace.
"Anytime" Jace said smugly as he leaned against the counter beside him.
"Why is Jace your roommate?" I asked, ignoring Jace's presence.
"I wanted a little extra pocket money, plus I didn't need this big thing all to myself" Jon informed.
"And he has to live here?" I eyed up Jace.
"Do you really have to live here?" Jace shot back, "Why are you even staying here?" Jace questioned.
"She has a fancy art class to take over the summer, to increase her chances of getting into a high-end art school" Jon replied for me.
"Can't she stay with someone else?" Jace said, though not very interested as he picked up and apple.
"Who would she stay with?"
"Izzy" Jace answered.
"Oh because they've talked so much since eighth grade?" Jon crossed his arms.
"We've kept in touch" I shrugged, "Besides what are you complaining for? I'm the one who has to put up with you" I narrowed my eyes at Jace.
"Because then I actually have to keep pants on" Jace explained.
"Because Jon wasn't enough of a reason to keep on your pants?" I raised my eyebrows.
"He's gone a lot" Jace shrugged.
"If you want to take your pants off, I'm pretty sure they have places for that" I started
"Yeah, it's called a strip club" Jon finished, "Can't you guys just fight this out tomorrow?It's the middle of the night and I'm exhausted" Jon yawned.
Jace looked us up and down, then walked towards his door.
"Goodnight!" Jon called to Jace.
"Whatever" Jace replied, though it was muffled through the distance.
"He's really living here?" I asked once Jace had finally closed his bedroom door.
"Yep" Jon answered.
"You have to be kidding me"
"Not even slightly" Jon replied, "I'm going to sleep, get some rest"
Once Jon left the room, I had took my previous position on the couch. I laid my head down on my pillow, knowing that my brother was sound asleep in one room and Jace Herondale doing god knows what in the other.
For three months, I would live in the same vicinity as Jonathan Herondale.
Fan-flipping-tastic.
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