Hi guys! Thanks for reading! This is my first story, and this chapter is fairly short, but the next one will be much longer, and be much more interesting. I promise!

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(A/N): I do not own any of the characters, names, or the MI series, and I make no money from the publishing and writing of this story.

"Are you ready yet?" Jace repeated.

"Just one second," Clary replied looking in the mirror once again. Isabelle somehow managed to make Clary look elegant with her fiery red hair, and freckly body. She had picked out a purple dress that went suited her red hair, and black pumps. She swept on some mascara, and pulled her hair in a sophisticated braid to the side. Satisfied with her appearance, she opened her door, and shut it carefully behind her.

"Ready," she told Jace with a hesitant smile. Jace was dressed casually, yet still seem to be able to look sophisticated. That, she found unfair.

"You took long enough," Jace told her with a smirk. "You didn't need to get so dressed up."

"This," Clary said, pointing to her outfit, "is Isabelle's interpretation of casual."

"She always has been a bit of 'more is less' person." he replied with a hint of a smile. "Are you ready to go?"

"I think so." Clary replied lightly. She turned to leave, but saw Jace was blocking the exit. She raised her eyebrows at him.

"You're not leaving without giving me a kiss," he said with a smirk.

"Am I now?" she challenged playfully with a little grin.

She attempted to knock him over, but instead got pulled into his arms. She lifted her face up and felt their foreheads touch, and she could feel his warm breath on her face.

"Yes, you are," Jace said, and pressed his lips to hers. She tried to resist, but gave up and closed her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She felt him smile against her lips, and pull back. She opened her eyes to see him staring at her with a look of triumph.

"Can I leave now?" Clary said sheepishly, looking away.

"Why of course," he replied with a smirk.

Jace turned around, and started for the elevator. "To Magnus' house we go," he said.

It was Magnus' birthday. How old he was turning, the birthday boy preferred not to say. Clary guessed that it was more for Alec's sake than his. He always seemed uncomfortable when talking about his partner's age.

Jace and Clary rode silently in the elevator, and got out to see Isabelle and Simon talking quietly, and Alec looking pointedly at his watch on the side.

"We're going to be late," he said, clearly annoyed.. "What took so long?"

"We were making out in the weapons room," Jace replied with a smirk.

Simon glanced at Clary, and opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off, "He's kidding," she said, blushing, then glared at Jace.

"It's true, no matter how much I wish it wasn't," Jace said with a wink. Clary blushed an even darker red, and smacked his arm playfully.

"Are you guys done flirting?" Isabelle said. "'cause need to get going."

"Right," Jace said, "Do we need weapons?" he asked.

"No, it's just Magnus' party," Alec replied. "No need."

"Let's get this show on the road then," Simon said, climbing into the driver's seat. Everyone took a seat, and he drove into the night.