This being my first story, I have a few notes. This story will be a bit sexual, showing sides of both Clary and Jace that are emotional, but there will be no rushing into anything. Their relationship will blossom.

This story's title was based on the song: The Ghost Of You by My Chemical Romance

This chapter's was based on the song:

Clary's Theme from Mortal Instruments

Jace found it hard to focus when his obnoxiously loud roommate sang, and not very well to put in the nicest way. He stopped his fingers from pressing on any more keys with a loud bang. When the full sound stopped bouncing off the walls of his unfairly small, but empty room, he noticed a brief - very brief - silence.

"Shut up, Jace!" Isabelle, his roommate, shouted from her room next door.

"Back at you," he muttered, flipping the pages of his music book.

His music book held all the pieces of music he had ever written since he was a young child. He cherished it the same way he did when he was first given the book. The book was not given to him by his parents, no, but Isabelle's parents. He had always been closer to her parents than his own, only one of the things he regrets in his life.

"Hey," a voice from the other side of the door called, "don't you want to come to that club-"

"Not really, Alec," Jace answered shortly, interrupting Alec mid-sentence.

Jace grinmed, knowing that a "suit yourself" will come out of Alec's mouth in a moment, but it didn't. Instead, this does: "Look, I know you're having a hard time with your audition piece but your audition isn't till months, man." Jace was taken aback slightly. "Come with us, I promise you won't regret it," Alec said persuasively, raising his eyebrows.

Jace cringed, not because of Alec's inability to raise his eyebrows, but because of that word. Regret, he regretted many things. He highly doubted he would regret a decision of either going to a club or not, but he played along. He closed his book and turned in his chair to face the unopened door. "That's quite a promise to live up to," he shoutted, grinning once more.

"Just come, Jace," Alec exasperated, "don't be the boring roommate."

There it was. Having three roommates wasn't exactly his idea when he moved into the city, but he couldn't afford to pay the fees of having his own apartment, and that's where Isabelle and Alec stepped in, sister and brother. Apparently, their parents kicked them out and told them to live their life when Isabelle turned eighteen and got tired of Alec. And since they both weren't ready for that surprise, Jace chimed in an idea, which he later thought stupid.

"Jace?" Alec asked through the door, knocking lightly a few times. He had forgotten that Alec was still waiting for a reply to going or not.

"Yeah, fine," Jace sighed out, "I'll come, but just to save myself from being the boring roommate."

A sudden squeal came from the opposite side of the door. Jace groaned, realizing he just gave into a plea from Isabelle, not Alec. Isabelle had been trying to get him to get out and go somewhere ever since last week, when Jace was offered an audition for the most elite school for the performing arts.

"Isabelle-' Jace started, but doesn't finish because the door abruptly opened, revealing a lax Alec and an excited Isabella only in a towel and her hair wet.

"No, no, you are not getting out of this, you already agreed," Isabella complained. "Get ready, we're leaving in ten." She giggled and jumped, giving a pat on the back to her brother and racing to her room.

Jace raised an eyebrow at Alec and he gave a shrug in return. "Sorry, man, she really wanted you to go and you know I can't stand her complaining."

"No one can," Jace snorted and Alec just laughed, shaking his head and walking off downstairs.

Jace stood up, shutting the mahogany door and leaning against its cool wood. He glanced over at the clock: 7:50. He chuckled, Isabelle, always on time. He pushed off the door and to his closet, stepping and tripping over a few stray items on the floor. He opened his closet to find that barely anything was in there; it was nearly almost space. He scoped around his room, seeing the strewn clothes on his floor.

He grabbed a pair of dark jeans and a light gray t-shirt since those were the only things left in the closet. His shoes were thrown all over his room; some were on the floor, hanging on the walls by the laces, and on his desk. He slipped onto whichever shoes he could reach the quickest and bolted out of his room with his keys and phone.

Jace doesn't understand his sudden hurry. He figured he was just stressed from working on his piece for the audition. That audition could lead him into many lines of work, but the most important is being a pianist. Ever since he was a young child, his parents pushed him to learn an instrument and young Jace reluctantly agreed; not that he regretted his actions and parents' pushing now.

As a three-year-old child, he discovered that he had a great ear for music. First, his parents were interested in Jace playing the guitar. The two bought their baby boy the most expensive guitar imagined, but Jace did not want it. He wanted something else. There was just something about the way the strings under his fingers that bugged him so.

Therefore, the next time, Jace's parents took him with them to shop for an instrument. His mother pointed out cellos, violins, and violas while his father pointed to the shiny brass instruments behind the clear glass of a display case. Jace did not pay attention to his parents though; he had wandered off while his parents discussed Jace with the store manager. He had wandered to a grand piano, climbing atop the seat and sitting himself comfortable. He had reached out for the keys, his small fingers gracing over the black and white. He had grinned, a grin he carried for so long, and pushed a key. Surprised, was he, when he heard the melodic tone of the piano.

Just then, his parents had hurried towards Jace, chastising him for playing an instrument that he could have broken in some way. The store manager laughed, she waved her hand and flipped her auburn hair, "There is nothing wrong with him trying a few instruments. He seemed very interested in the piano, anyways."

Jace looked up at the manager with big eyes and he smiled widely. He turned to his parents, nodding; agreeing to what the store manager said. "I want this one," he stated, pointing to the dark colored piano with his small fingers, "please." He added politeness to butter his parents up, as if he knew the answer was a "no".

His mother glanced at her husband, frowning, might as well been saying, "I don't want him to play that instruments, it's horrid." His father shook his head though, crouching down to his son's eyelevel. He pointed to the piano and asked, "This one?" to his son. And Jace had never smiled so largely in his short life.

"Jace, stop standing there like an idiot," Isabelle's voice cut through his thoughts, "you're going to make us late." He noticed he was stopped smack middle of the hallway and he ran a hand through his hair and shrugs.

Jace doesn't bring up how he was ready well before Isabelle though. He just followed her to her dark green car and sees Alec already sitting in the driver's seat, impatient and in thought. Isabelle tried the door to the passenger's seat but finds it locked. She sighs and pounds on the window to get Alec's attention. Alec froze in shock and realizes his surroundings.

He reached over to unlock the door and as Isabelle slid in, he says, "Sit in the back." Isabelle narrowed her eyes but doesn't argue. She knew when her brother had a bad day. She knew that today is one of them and no one messed with Alec on his bad days.

Jace grinned at Isabelle, sensing her annoyance with both of the boys now. He gets into the passenger seat and slams the door shut, turning to face Alec. "You mad at her?" he asked, pointing to Isabelle as if she is not sitting in the back, listening to every word they say.

Alec scoffed, smiling and turning on the engine. "More annoyed than mad," he responds, shrugging, "but she's my sister, what am I supposed to do?" Jace laughed at that, pulling on his seat belt and buckling in.

Isabelle made an irritated noise as the car starts heading towards wherever they were all going. She leaned in and said, "Why do you both always speak as if I'm not here with you?" Her genuine curiosity made both of the boys laugh.

"We've learned to live with your presence, now we're working on dismissing it," Jace answered easily, smirking back at Isabelle. She narrowed her eyes once more, pushing herself back into the leather seats and letting a puff of air out.

Alec chuckled. "It's guy talk, Isabelle," Alec mocked. Jace grinned, knowing he was referring to all those times Isabelle had pretended the boys did not exist or shooed both of the boys out of the house because of "girl talk".

Isabelle sarcastically laughed, leaning forward once more. She rested her elbows on the two front seats and sighed. "You know, you can keep on pretending that I don't exist but you won't expect to see a car when you want to go home." Her threat made Jace laugh. "What's so funny?" she asked, wanting to know what made Jace laugh at her serious threat.

"I don't think I'll have a particularly hard time getting home," Jace pointed out, bearing his teeth with a large grin.

Isabelle groaned in disgust, "That is literally gross, Jace." Her face puckered up at the thought of Jace's sex life and whatnot. She calmed down from her thought of Jace's personal life, glancing at her brother. "Well, I guess you'll be the one who has to worry then," she teased, looking at Alec now.

"Shut up, Isabelle," he insisted, a red burning at his cheeks.

Jace rose an eyebrow and relaxed into his seat. "Do you not get a lot of… action?" He pondered for the correct word, not knowing exactly what to say to Alec.

Isabelle snickered and Alec shot a glare to both of them before paying attention to the road once more. "No, I'm fine," he said, trying to be convincing but knowing it didn't work.

Jace laughed. "You're fine with your sex life?" Alec shrugged. "Or I guess, lack of sex life." He threw his head back, staring at Alec after his small laughing fit. "I doubt that your happy with no action, man, but whatever you say."

Alec growled and the car stops suddenly. Jace was alarmed at first, but he noticed a brightly lit up sign and he knew they were at the club. There was an unexpected long line to get in and he glances at Isabelle. "It's worth it," she assured, stepping out of the car.

It's not until then does he notice he is a bit underdressed. He checked out the line, noticing the outrageous costumes and clothes, well, the clothes that weren't just a grey t-shirt and jeans. Then he glanced at both Alec and Isabelle, now walking towards the line. He realized even Alec was wearing something brightly colored to fit in with the crowd, whereas Jace, not so much.

He caught up to the two siblings and leans in the middle. "What did you say the name of this club was?" Jace asked, curious.

"Look at the sign, dip wad," Isabelle snorted, shrugging her shoulder out of Jace's touch and walking quickly towards the line. Alec chuckled, gesturing to the lit up sign of the club.

Pandemonium, it read.

I'm not sure whether to move on with this story. I will wait for some positive feedback or at least a few views before I start getting myself caught in this story. I know there wasn't any "jerky" Jace in this chapter, but if I continue, you will see him a lot more.

- Corriander Blue