Hello1 I know it's been a while since I've updated any stories and I'm sorry. I made this for a friend of mine. Happy Birthday, Jessy! I hope you enjoy this
Chapter 1: Paint and Proximity
Helen looked at Julian and Emma with concern. The teens in question were sitting at the table tersely, their movements stiff and robotic. The two had never fought for as long as they had now. She had tried to get them to resolve the dilemma, but the two would barely look at each other, let alone talk. She sighed and ruffled her hair in exasperation. She wished for the peace their home had just 2 weeks ago.
2 Weeks Ago, October 20th, 2015
"Julian!" Emma shrieked as a splatter of paint hit her pristine white shirt with a resounding splat.
"What?" he asked innocently, a smirk growing on his lips. "I thought you needed a bit of colour.
"Why you little-, actually, never mind." Emma toyed with the idea in her head for a few moments, before reaching over to the can of bright blue paint and dipping her hand into the substance. Julian's expression was one of confusion, which quickly turned into surprise as Emma flicked her fingers at him and trails of blue paint landed in his sandy brown locks.
He hesitantly put one hand to his hair, before gingerly wiping the paint onto his hands. Julian glanced at it for a moment, before grabbing the can of paint and dunking Emma in it.
He began to laugh, his eyes sparkling with humour.
"Wanna go, Blackthorn." Emma stated, glaring menacingly at Julian. She took the red paint roller lying next to her, and brought the roller down on his face, down to the hem of his shirt.
Julian, grimaced, his face feeling stiff. He wiped at his mouth with his sleeve, staining it.
"It's on, Carstairs."
Three hours later, the two emerged from the room, exhausted and covered in paint, the room walls left untouched.
Emma was laughing fitfully, her laughs coming up in short gasps.
"You-you, you look like someone puked a rainbow on you." She giggled.
"You look worse, you know." Julian bumped her shoulder playfully.
Emma stumbled and slipped, the paint on her shoes squeaking. She braced herself to hit the floor, but she felt a pair of warm arms holding her up.
"Are you okay?" Julian's sea- blue eyes stared down at her.
Emma gulped nervously, realizing the proximity between the two. Their lips were barely a centimeter apart, so if she leaned in just a little bit, their lips would touch. Emma banished the thought quickly. Parabatai weren't meant for romantic love, and Emma planned to make it stay that way.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Jace Herondale walked in the hallway, smirking. Jace had taken to unofficially teaching the kids weapons and defense and lived down the hall. Clary lived with him, teaching the Blackthorns and Emma art.
Julian snapped out of his daydream, blushing faintly as Jace looked at them with a sly look on his face.
"Look who's got the hots for each other?" Jace teased, looking at the two embarrassed teens, who now hastily broke apart and stood away from each other, their faces and necks tinged a bright red.
"We do not!" The two protested in unison.
"Emma just tripped and I caught her." Julian said defensively.
Jace held his hand up amusedly. "Just joking, guys. Though your excuses say otherwise."
Emma opened her mouth to speak, but Jace just laughed lightly, and walked away, punching Emma lightly on the arm.
"Anyway…." Julian trailed off, trying to break the awkward silence.
" It's fine, Jules. Besides, we're nothing more than friends, right?"
"Right." Julian said.
Emma grinned again, before lightly ringing her arms around Julian's wrist.
She didn't notice the downcast look that flashed on Julian's face.
Hey guys, so that was the chapter. How was it? Please review, so I know what you guys think of it.