Soooo, I've started a new story (again). I'll hope I'll be able to finish it. Already very sorry for my English!

Clary has been his best friend for a few years, ever since he moved in next door they were inseparable. They had met for the first time when they were both playing in their garden and he had accidentally threw his ball over the hedge that separated their gardens and the ball had hit her in the face. Yeah, not his smoothest move. He jumped over the hedge – which was like, 10 inches high – and wanted to get his ball. And then he saw the most beautiful green-eyed girl he had ever seen. He tried to pick up his ball but she stopped him and said: "I think someone owes me an apology here."

"I wouldn't know who."

She raised her eyebrows (she wasn't able to only raise one, Jace never understood why, it's easy!). "O, I think you know who I'm talking about Mister Arrogant."

"Nope, still don't, and the name is Jace by the way."

"I suggest you think harder if you want to see your precious ball again."

"Wow, wow, wow, not the ball. It's fine, I'm sorry I hitted you with my ball… And I told you my name. You owe me yours now."

"Here's your ball and for my name, you'll have to try harder."

Then she turned her back on him and walked back to her house. He couldn't stop staring at her untill she was inside and there was no way he could still see her. That was the first time a girl ever turned her back to him. Not long after that, they became best friends, of course she was also friends with his adopted brother and sister, Alec and Isabelle. Just like he was friends with her brother Jonathan. But there was no one he felt as safe with as with Clary.

Every night he sneaked out of his room and he came to sleep with her, not in the way most boys would sleep with a pretty girl like her. No, he needed her to fall asleep. It was only years after he first met Clary that they started sleeping together, it was around her sixteenth birthday, he would turn seventeen that year. It wasn't hard to get in her room because they were neighbours. Her parents knew he slept with her, at first Jocelyn kept walking in on them to make sure they weren't 'doing things they shouldn't do'. His parents didn't really know, but that was probably because he hadn't seen them in months, and probably woudn't see them soon either. Jocelyn and Luke were his parents, more than his biological parents had ever been. Sometimes Clary used to joke he stole her parents, but he knew she was okay with it. At first he thought it was weird that Jocelyn kept walking in, it was not that they saw each other in that way. It was true Jace dropped his party animal image when he started sleeping in her bed but that was just because he really liked sleeping in her bed, and no way she would let him have sex with another girl in her bed. 'Cause yeah, it was true, Jace used to be a huge manwhore, it didn't take long for him to notice how girls reacted to him, except Clary… She never saw him in that way, and she was the only girl he wanted to see him like that. She was beautiful, not just the regular kind of beautiful. No, Clary was perfect on her own way. Most girls with her eyes would wear make up to make them pop out even more, Clary only did that when Izzy made her. She had the softest skin and if she let him, he would kiss every inch of it. Of course she would never let him, but hey… Dreaming always could. He liked to think that he dropped his party animal image because he liked to sleep in her bed but that wasn't really true. Actually, that wasn't true at all… Of course he liked to sleep in her bed but the real reason he didn't sleep with girls anymore was because he was madly in love with Clary. Last time he slept with a girl he saw Clary under him, her emerald eyes, her red hair, her smooth legs, … He murmered in the ear of the girl how much he loved her, no problem there… Or maybe if he hadn't said: "Damn, I love you Clary. You know that, don't you?" Yeah, the girl underneath him didn't think of it as funny. She started yelling at him and called him an asshole… Yeah, that was a good motivation to not sleep with girls anymore. Now he figured he wasn't in love with her anymore. How could he ever be? His father taught him well. "To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be destroyed". No he wasn't falling for the pretty redhead. He wasn't crazy. When he saw the numbers on his clock flick to 00:00, his favorite time of the night, he stepped out of bed and opened his window. He climbed out of his window, something he thought of as hard at first but that was now just an obstacle between him and Clary. He quickly ran over the grass and knocked on her window. She quickly opened it. 'Hey Jace', she said. 'Hey Clary.' Looking into her emerald eyes he suddenly felt the need to kiss her. Shaking his had to get this ridiculous thought out of his head. Why would he kiss her? They were just friends. 'Something wrong?', she aksed him.

'No, not at all, how can there be something wrong when I'm attractive as hell?'

'Ass.'

'What did you call me?'

'Ass,' she stated in a matter of fact tone.

'O, you're gonna pay for that.'

'Pretty sure I won't.'

'Oh, you better watch it.' He ran towards her and started tickling her. After all those years he knew her weak spots and it didn't take very long before she ended up on the floor. 'Stop, Jace, stop!'

'Sorry honey, but I wonna hear you beg for it,' he said with a devilish smile on his face. 'Not… gonna… happen,' she said between breaths.

'Are you sure about that? 'Cause I can make it a lot worse for you.' He started tickling her even harder and soon she couldn't hold it anymore. 'Okay, please Jace, stop it. Please!'

'Which Jace? I don't know which one you mean?'

'Don't be such an idiot, you're the only Jace around here!'

'I wonna hear you say it, like we practiced.'

'Please Jace, the hottest guy on earth, the one that is nothing but perfection and of which I still don't know why he is hanging out with such an awfull creature like me. I should appreciate him more and give him everything he wants. Happy know?', she sounded slightly annoyed but as Jace started laughing she couldn't keep her laugh in either. Soon they were both out of breath and lying on her bed. 'I hope your ego didn't blow up even bigger than it already is Jace, 'cause I don't know if my room could stand that. Do you want me to open a window to let it out?'

'Ha ha, very funny Clary. You should know me better, I'm the most modest guy that walks this planet.'

'You know that's the stupidest thing to say, don't you?'

'I never say stupid things, everything that comes out of my mouth is interesting, just because it has something to deal with me.'

'You're awful.'

'Kaelie, wouldn't agree with you. She likes everything I say.'

'Yeah, she's a slut. She just wants you in her pants.'

'Jealous much?', he said with a smirk.

'Not at all.'

'You're not serious, who wouldn't like little Jace inside of them.'

'Everyone who has an IQ higher than five.'

'To bad you want me so bad you can't even admit it to yourself.'

'You're crazy.'

'I'm not.'

'Okay than, you're an ass.'

'I would mind what you're saying right now young lady. You wouldn't want to have to beg me again, don't you?'

Clary rolled her eyes at him.

'You're an awful creature, did you know that.'

'No, I explained that to you before. I'm the most awesome human being that walks this planet.'

'Ha, human being… So you have to admit that animals are much sweeter than you are!'

'I wasn't going for sweet, but there walk some pretty cool animals out there, except for ducks. All ducks should be changed into canard à l'orange. I still wouldn't eat it because I don't trust the little bastards for a second but at least they would all be gone.'

'What do you have against ducks? It's not that they do something wrong…'

'Oh yes they do, my little redhead. You clearly haven't seen enough of the world to see the terror ducks bring into our lives. I'll tell you the sad story of when I was a kid and we had some ducks in our garden.'

Clary shifted in the bed to lay down in a comfortable position. She ended up laying her head in Jace's lap and Jace was having a hard time trying not to think about what else could happen in his lap. He pushed this thoughts out of his head before she could notice him getting a hard one.

'I'll tell you the sad story of me and those awful creatures called ducks. Once upon a time, we had some ducks in our garden. It was before an irritating redhead lived nextdoor.'

At those words Clary slapped him.

'Awtch, where was that for?', he asked, acting completely innocent.

'You know were that was for, well go on.'

'Before I got interrupted, I was saying…',Clary rolled her eyes at his annoying tone,'that we had some ducks in our garden. We had a little pond at the back of our garden and the ducks lived there happily. Every morning and every evening I came there to bring them some food. I threw the food into the pond and than went back to the house. One day I decided it would be funny to have them eat the food out of my hand. I laid some bread onto my hand and kneeled in front of the ducks. Instead of eating the bread those monsters started eating my hand. I couldn't move my hand or play the piano for two weeks! All because of those stupid things that didn't see the difference between my extremely hot hand and some old bread. Can you believe that?'

When he finished his story Clary was laughing so hard she thought se would choke. His face clearly not amused he turned to watch Clary. 'That's so not funny!', he said, making and angry face. But that quickly dissapeared when Clary fell off the bed. 'Awtch', it sounded from next to the bed. Soon they were both laughing so loud they had probably woken up the whole house.

'You realise it's just stupid to let ducks eat out of your hands, don't you?'

'I was like nine, how would I know any better? I mean, I was nine and amazingly attractive, how could I know those monsters would try to eat me?' They laughed and talked a little bit longer but not much after that they decided to go to sleep, it was already late and they were tired. Clary took one of the shirts that Jace had left there for her and went to the bathroom to chance. Meanwhile Jace took of his clothes and changed them in the pyjama that was laying next to Clary's nighttable. He slept here so much it was just natural for him to have some pyjamas and extra clothes here. When Clary came back, Jace was already laying on her bed and waiting for her to join in. He took her in his arms like he always did and they were spooning on her bed. 'Goodnight Jace.'

'Sleep tight, my angel.'

The last thing Jace thought before he fell asleep was, why did he call her his angel? He never called her that. Hopefully she wouldn't remember it the next morning.

Soooo, what did you think about the first chapter? Would you like me to continue this story? I would like to hear your opinions about this. Suggestions are always welcome! I know I'm not really an awesome writer (my spelling must be awfully) but I'm 14 and from Belgium so please forgive me! I'll try my best to improve but please don't be to hard on me. Sooooo R&R, liking and following is also good of course ;) Hoped you enjoyed reading this first chapter. Anyway, I enjoyed writing it! And this autors note is getting way too long so I think it's time for me to end it. Hope you'll enjoy this story!