My dear little broccolis? ﾟﾒﾚ?
~So, I was not going to start another story before finishing Broccoli, but so many people asked for it, that I didn't have the heart to make you wait. Yes, I am weak like that. Haha. Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this story, because I quite like it. ? ﾟﾒﾚ?
.
Chapter 1: The Other Jonathan (2,4K)
.~°~. .~°~. .~°~.
Clary's PoV.
.
"It's about fucking time," I heave with impatience, all the while turning my head to face Jon.
But instead of only seeing my gorgeous blond best friend, I see two blond heads and I face palm myself. How could I have forgotten about that? I mean, it's all Mister M. had been talking about for the past few weeks: the arrival of his foster son. I don't really know the whys and the how's, all I know is that now Jon has a brother. Goodbye to fun and hello to awkwardness.
Speaking of awkward, I should probably wrap myself in a towel. I had been waiting for Jon near his swimming pool in a very, very revealing bikini. And now, Jon is smirking at me and at my indecent clothing while his new brother is staring at me. When I said this was going to be awkward. The jerk doesn't even have the decency to pretend to look away.
I get up with as much dignity as I can muster (given my lack of clothing) and walk to Jon so I can punch him in the shoulder. You see, Jon is my everything. No, he's not my boyfriend. He's my best friend... with benefits. Sometimes. Many times, actually. But it's not my fault if he's fucking hot, and even fucking better in bed. Because his tongue, let's just not start talking about his tongue. I'm sure his tongue isn't allowed to go in countries, such as Saudi. I mean, just thinking about it makes me all flustered.
So back to Jon himself; he's hot, that much I've already said. He has those blue icy eyes that make you think of the purest water of them all. And his hair is silky, thick and pale blond. Even freaking Rapunzel would be jealous of his hair. He's really buffed, like those actors in the movies that make you all wet, except Jon I can actually touch. And his smile, his smile, is the sweetest of them all. It promises endless laughter and tons of fun. Well Jon, he is out of a fairy tale; a Swiss fairy tale or something. I'm sure he's related to Heidi or something. I can so easily picture him a straw between his teeth, cutting wood to bring in his cabin before peeling out of his clothes to make brutal and bestial love to his wife (and using a lot of tongue).
Jon and I became best friend the day I bit him when I was 13. I had known him for hardly twenty minutes, and I already bit him. I know, I'm weird, but who cares. It was a serious matter. He was plucking my cherries! I was in my tree, alone and minding my own business, when that prick of a new neighbor came to pick on my cherries! Well, I bit his hand off. He learned his lesson because he never even dared looking at a cherry when I was near him after that. He's a good lad.
Jon is a year older than me, meaning he's 18 and this year will be his last year of high school. I am so not in a hurry for summer to be over. I want to enjoy all my time with him as long as possible. As soon as we have to go back to school, I'll have to share him again with all of our friends. And now, I have to share him with that new brother, or whatever, he has. Life is unfair!
His brother is also hot. Like, really hot. But he is a different kind of hot. Jon makes me think of the mountain, the snow, the sky. His brother makes me think of the beach, the sand, the sun. Literally, the sun. He is freaking gold. He has golden hair, golden skin, golden eyes. And people say I am the freak! I do not look like an alien coming from the star Sun! He is the same height as Jon, maybe slightly smaller, and he seems just as buffed. My eyes drift down his body, imagining what is hidden beneath his clothes and finally I land on what I was seeking.
Call me a freak, but guy's hands turn me on; especially their fingers. Because we all know what they can do with those. Yeah, I once had a harpist boyfriend, and let me tell you we didn't break up because of the sex. Just because of his fingers, our foreplay could last for hours. Yeah you heard me, hours. And the Golden brother has really long fingers that seem incredibly strong. I smirk, unable to hold it back, because yeah... long and strong fingers, you know what that means.
"Clarissa, my, my. What indecent clothing you are wearing," Jon mocks, talking as if we were back in the 1900's, and so I retort with the same tone:
"What can I say Jonathan? Just the thought of you made me lose my clothes."
Jon laughs and takes me in his arms, swinging his arm over my shoulder. I quickly grab my towel, finally making myself a nice girl by wrapping it around my chest. Jon gives me a disappointed look and I stick my tongue to him. I'm childish. Sue me.
"Clary, meet Jonathan. Jonathan meet the Devil," Jon introduces us, making me roll my eyes to the Heavens.
"Thank you Jon! How am I supposed to innocently steal his soul, if he already knows who I am!?"
Jon laughs before messing with my hair. He knows I hate it when he does that, so I elbow him in the stomach. Then, I realize what he just said. They share the same freaking name! Talk about confusing. How will they know who I'm addressing? I stick my hand out for the new arrival and he takes it, his eyes glued to my towel. I smirk at that, already picturing myself having a lot of fun messing with that golden head of his.
"I can drop the towel if you want."
"You could, I wouldn't mind," He smirks, and I'm already ready to take the challenge when Jon intervenes:
"Yeah, well I would. Dad is inside, Clary."
I grimace before making a face to Jon and striding in the house as if it was my own. I mean, it practically is. My Mom is rarely home, traveling all over the world with her new husband. Don't get me wrong, I love my Mom, and I love her new husband just the same. Luke. He's so freaking nice, it was scary at first. Especially when you know that he is a rock star who sells CDs as if they are candies. At first Mom stayed home with me, but I told her to just live her life as a woman, and not just as a Mom. It was approximatively at the same time as the Morgenstern's moved next door.
And since that time, I've spent 90% of my time in this house. Mister M is like a very friendly uncle to me. I won't say father because he's too nice to be my father. I'm sure he knows all about his son and I shagging up, but he never said anything. On the contrary, Jon said that now there are always condoms in the top drawer of his bathroom.
So, of course when I see Mister M. in the living room raising an eyebrow at the towel wrapped around me I don't feel even slightly embarrassed.
"Clary? Wasn't the pool warm enough for you?" He asks, a tiny bit of concern in his voice. I shake my head to reassure him, and let him know:
"No, I just forgot about... Jonathan number two. I'll leave you guys alone, or at least dress in something more appropriate. You know if I ever need to kick Jonathan number 1, I want to do it with style."
"Okay. We'll see you at dinner then?"
"That's a date. See you later, Mister M."
I get back to my house and growl in frustration. If I went to Jon's it was mainly because I was horny, like the teenage girl that I am who has her hormones on fire. Why else would I have worn that small bikini? My definition of sexy is oversized band shirts with shorts and that's it. It's not like I need to dress sexy for Jon. He knows when I'm horny, and how to 'cool' me down. Just like I for him.
I drop my towel somewhere in the living room before blasting some full volume AC/DC music. Hells Bells echoes in the house as I go upstairs to put some clothes on before slumping in my bed, my head up and down. I pick up my book and start to read when I receive a text.
Why are you not back yet? J
I find the company of my book more entertaining. C
Want me to come over? J
No. Enjoy your new bro. C
I'll come tonight. Just to make sure you don't invite boys over when your Mom isn't here. ;-) J
I chuckle and can't help but grin. I'll get what I wanted after all. I resume reading my book. I've read this book a hundred thousand zillion times: The Lord of the Ring. It's one of the only things I have left of my Dad. My real Dad, that is. He died when I was eight, killed by a notorious serial killer: cancer.
Cancer is a bitch because despite making your loved ones suffer, sometimes it comes without a warning and without any reason. My Dad died from lung cancer, after having a healthy lifestyle. He never smoked, he ran every morning, had a healthy diet and was very careful in everything he did or ate. Still, that bitch of Cancer stroked him and killed him at a lightning speed. When I tell you that cancer is a bitch, I mean it. But I made peace with it now. It still hurts and I still cry when I think of Dad, but I keep on living. Well, I do my best.
When dinner time arises, I go to the Morgenstern's to eat. As usual, I sit next to Jon so that I can tease him if he annoys me. I know he will, because it's always what he does. Jonathan number two sits in front of us as Mister M. sits at the head of the table, as usual. Mister M. starts making small talk, and Jonathan number two politely answers. Jonathan number two... that is going to annoy me soon.
"Do you have a second name?" I suddenly ask him.
He looks at me as if he is surprised that I talked to him. I think back of what was happening. There was nothing in the conversation that led to me asking this question, just the random thoughts in my mind. But of course, what does he know? It's not like he's gotten used to that, like Jon or Mister M., he just arrived.
"I randomly speak out of nowhere. Get used to it. So, do you have a second name?" I repeat.
"Christopher."
"Yeah Chris doesn't fit either. Because then, I automatically think of Chris Evans. Maybe JC... Nah, you'll get a big head and think you're the new Messiah... Jace?"
Jace, because now I'll call him that whether he likes it or not. There's no way in Hell I'll go the rest of my life saying Jon number 1 and Jon number 2. So, Jace looks at me with big goggling eyes, not following my rumbling and I roll my eyes as Jon explodes with laughter.
"She just gave you a nickname. Don't even try to follow her, just nod and you'll be fine."
Jace nods before smirking at me, and I see in his eyes this little spark that makes me decided whether a person will be my friend or not: challenge. I smirk back and immediately feel someone touching my leg. At first I think it's Jon, but then, I realize that from where he's sitting, it cannot be.
"So if I get a nickname, you'll need one as well. How about Red?"
Of course he would pick on my hair. Seriously? Where is the challenge I saw earlier? I'm sure he can come up with something better, especially since he's shamelessly rubbing my leg with his foot. I seriously don't get people who gets turned on by that. There's absolutely nothing glamour or sexy in that, at all.
"Can't you get more creative? Come on, I've had that nickname in school since kindergarten."
"How about Little Elf then?"
"You do that, and I'll turn you into a girl," I threaten.
He raises an eyebrow at my sudden aggression but the scowl on my face doesn't leave. It used to be the nickname my father gave me. You see, my father was really into Celtic mythology. He even made his job out of it, becoming a college professor on the subject. He could have inherited his family business, but he preferred talking about imps and elves that exist only in our imagination. I didn't mind because that meant having the best bedtime stories ever.
"Then, … I'll call you Pixie."
"Okay then. Jace," I retort, high of us smirking.
At that moment, my phone vibrates, and I discretely check the screen under the table as Jon already makes a joke about my new nickname. But I don't pay attention, all my focus on the message displayed on my phone screen:
We need to talk. ASAP.
.
.~°~. .~°~. .~°~.
?Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed?
.
~ So this is the first chapter of Not Another Teen Story, back on track. Don't forget to give me your thoughts and impressions.
Anyway, Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.
Kiss? Kiss? Bang? Bang?.