Okay. So I don't knew if anyone read my first story, Summer at the Farmhouse, but I didn't really think it was going anywhere. I decided to start over on a totally knew different story, which I has had an idea about for a while. I hope everyone enjoys it, and review me on your thought!
Clary's POV
No one really understands struggle as a women, unless you have ran probably half a mile in high heels, and short tight dress. My hair was flying every possible direction as I ran in a ginormous airport, to my gate. Thankfully, the main cabin was still boarding.
I was going home for the December to see my family at my mom's new husband's house. My mom, Jocelyn Fray, divorced my dad, and got remarried to a man named Stephen Herondale, leaving my dad, Luke, to fend for himself. I hope, for his sake, he has found someone, since it has been ten months since the divorce, and my mom got remarried over the summer.
Stephen Herondale supposedly has a son around my age, named Jonathan Herondale. I haven't seen a picture, or met him yet. He wasn't at the wedding because he apparently had work. I don't know what kind of work makes you miss your dad's wedding, but whatever it is, Jonathan had it. From conversations I've had with my mother, he is tall, with blond hair, in the six-foot region, and 23 year's old. With me being 22, it puts me only a year apart from him.
My boss gave everyone three months off from work, which is great, so I can spend it with my family. I work for an art gallery, where my work is displayed, and bought, from all different types of people. Most artists are going to work on the break anyway, since our job is something we all like, and are good at. I know I will. Raphael Santiago, my boss, is very flexible, and likes me very much. I personally think it's because I'm one of the top sellers for the gallery, but it could be because I'm a very friendly and likeable person. He seems to like me a little more than a boss should like their worker, as he has offered to take me out for drinks several times, but I kindly declined every time. Unfortunately for him, I haven't really found someone who I would plan on dating.
My plan is to spend Christmas and New Years with my mom, because she was one, the person who invited me, not Luke, and two, because I want to meet Jonathan, and get to know Stephen better. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad, but we kind have grown apart from the divorce. I still want to see him though. Luke and I have tradition by going out to eat at Taki's, which is the local restaurant in town, to have pancakes and hot chocolate on Christmas Eve, so I will do that with him, and probably visit a few more times as well. I haven't seen him since last year, so I don't know how he's holding up. Luke has never called me, or answered mine, and he wasn't at the wedding. He was invited though.
Finally, I got on the plane, and located my seat. I was in first class, courtesy of my mom and Stephen, and no one was in the other seat. Yes! Thank god. I was feeling very tired since it was 3:00 in the morning and I am not a morning person. I planned on sleeping the whole flight anyway, and it was a five-hour flight so I lucked out.
I put my carrion in the overhead bin, and as I turned around, I hit someone in the chest. I was hit with not only, from what it seemed like, rock hard abs, but also some type of heaven smelling cologne, and metal. Usually, anything related to metal would smell horrific, but in this guy's case, I just wanted to stuff my nose in his shirt.
Looking up at Mr. Abs, I was met with golden eyes and hair. He cleared his throat and smirked, which I thought was going to melt my insides.
"I think this aisle is mine," said a deep voice, and I closed my jaw that was slightly opened, and nodded. I was probably staring a little longer than I should have.
"Um, yeah, sorry. Let me move my bag." I moved my computer case to the ground, and put it under the seat in front of me. Golden Boy sat down, and I took a minute to study him.
His face actually was flawless, except from a tiny scar right above his eyebrow. He had an outlined jaw, and his hair was perfectly across his forehead, and it also curled a little in the back. Golden Boy, once he was finished organizing his stuff, turned to me.
"Well where are we going all dressed up?" He eyes swept over my chest, and then long, exposed legs. I looked down at my tight, red dress and tapped my matching stilettos on the floor.
"I don't know where you're from, but where I live, people introduce themselves before they perv on strangers. Unless, in fact, you are a perv." I smirked.
Golden Boy smirked back, and laughed a little, with his head to his lap. "Well my, my, my, little red." He started referring to my usual wild, crazy, untamed red hair, which was currently pin straight. "Where I'm from, people don't make assumptions about strangers before they meet them, and as you clearly stated, we haven't met."
I narrowed my eyes and put out a hand, while smiling a little. "Clary." He responded to my gesture by taking mine. "Jace. A pleasure." He kissed my hand, and I internally died for a split second.
"So Miss. Clary, do you want to now answer my question?" I smiled a little and answered.
"I'm going home to my family for the holidays. You?" He nodded.
"Same with me." I nodded, and the flight attendant started talking about taking off, and also, the safety procedures. Jace reached into his bag and grabbed a piece of string. The string was blue, and he tied it around his fist, which was clenched tightly, as the plane engine started to roar.
I looked at him in concern. "Are you okay?" He looked at me, and breathed deeply.
"I always hated flying, so one time, I was with my dad, and he gave me a piece of ribbon. He told me it was 'magic ribbon', and every time I held it, nothing bad would happen on the plane. I've had the fear of flying ever since, and I don't know why, but the ribbon helps." I smiled at the thought of a mini him, and his dad.
"Your dad sound pretty awesome." He smiled and nodded.
"Yeah. He is and I can't wait to see him." I smiled at him, and I could have sworn his eyes sparkled back at me.
The plane started to take off, and Jace closed his eyes. I took my hand, and put it high up his thigh, and squeezed a tad bit, to try and relieve some of his stress. Jace groaned slightly, and I smiled to myself. Once the plane was up in the air, I moved my hand away, and Jace exhaled a breath. It was probably the first one since we took off.
Once he was normal, Jace looked at me and smiled, while wiggling his eyebrows. "Frisky are we, little red?" I laughed and shrugged.
"Just trying to help." He smiled.
"Well I really appreciate it. You're by far the best person I've ever sat next to on the plane." I laughed and looked down at his pants, which had a small tent that formed in his 'special place'.
"Is that you talking, or your dick?" I asked and Jace looked down, his eyes laughing, and covered it up with his laptop. I laughed and he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Thanks for giving me a problem I can't fix." I smiled sweetly, and pointed to the bathroom.
"There's your solution." Jace nudged me with his elbow and I laughed.
The rest of the flight we both spent talking to each other, and drinking wine. I learned a lot about Jace on that flight. His favorite color was blue, because of his ribbon, he can play the piano, and his favorite food is cheeseburgers. His job is working in a car shop so that why he smelled a little like metal.
I also learned that his parents are divorced, as mine are, and the scar I saw earlier was from falling off his bike when he was 5. I laughed when he told me he landed on his face, not bothering at age 5 to wear a helmet.
"I love that you find my pain amusing." My laughter died down as I replied.
"Well, I'm pretty sure the pain's gone."
He poked me in the ribs. "Touché" Jace smirked and I laughed some more.
I didn't even mind not sleeping the whole flight, because Jace was making me feel awake. I really didn't know how I was functioning on four hours of sleep, but somehow I was managing.
Time flew by, and soon enough we were landing. I squeezed Jace's hand as we landed, and he smiled the most genuine smile I had seen the whole flight. I wanted to just grab his face, in that moment, and kiss him, because he was being kind of adorable. It was different from his domineering and sexy side he let on while we were talking. I was really disappointed to know that I wasn't ever going to see him again.
The plane landed and everyone got off and headed to baggage claim.
Once I turned on my phone off airplane mode, I saw I had one text. It was from my mother.
Hey Clare-Bear! Hope your flight was good. I can't make it to come and get you so do you think you could take a cab? I will pay you back when you get here. Thanks and again, sorry!
I sighed and Jace looked at since he was standing next to me at baggage claim.
"What's wrong, little red?" I smiled and showed him the text.
"My mom can't pick me up so I got to take a cab to her house." Jace's eyes lit up.
"I'll take you if you tell me the address. I'm sure my dad wouldn't mind if I was an hour or so late to his house." I took this to thought. I really hadn't known him long, but I felt that I had known him for half my life. There's a lot you can learn about someone in five hours, and he probably knows more about me that some people do. Jace seemed like he was a very trustworthy person, so I decided to go for it.
"Are you sure you wouldn't mind?" He smiled.
"Of course not. Do you know the address?" I nodded, and went through the texts with my mom, to try and find the one where she sent me Stephen's address. I showed Jace, and I asked if it was anywhere near where he was going.
Jace looked at me with awe and realization. "You're Clarissa?"
I was confused for a few seconds, until I put two and two together. His parents were divorced, he was going to visit family for the holidays, and Jace had to be a nickname.
Jace was Jonathan Herondale, and also my stepbrother.
"You're Jonathan?" He nodded and then spoke. "Jace is a nickname that my dad gave to me when I was little. Is Clary a nickname?" I nodded and Jace smiled. I hugged him, which he returned. When I pulled back, I looked into his eyes.
"Nice to finally meet my stepbrother," I whispered but I felt weird saying it. It wasn't right.
Jace's eyes looked a little hesitant too, but then he smirked. "The pleasure's all mine, little red." He smiled and we let go of each other. I felt a tad bit more cold after he walked away to grab my bag, but I was met with his presence once he had two bags in his hands. One was mine, and the other had to be his.
"Ready?" I nodded and we headed out to his car.
The ride to his dad's house was very comfortable. I noticed when we pulled into Stephen's house; there were multiple cars in the driveway.
The house was huge, with gold shutters, and plants and greens everywhere. The porch and front steps were made of stone, and the house itself was made from brick. I absolutely loved his house, even though I was only their once for their wedding.
Once Jace and I got out of the car with our bags, I was bombard with a familiar scent and face, and my assumptions were correct, when I was met with the face of my best friend.
"CLARY!" Izzy yelled into my face while shaking me, and I smiled to myself.
Izzy, or Isabelle, Lightwood is my best friend, and has been since we were in grade school. Our parents have been friends since we were born, along with the Verlac's and the Lewis's. Her older brother Alec is like the brother I never had. One of the reasons is because he's gay, so I never had to worry about relationship things with him. When Izzy and I were teenagers, Alec was a black belt Karate, and always threatened the guys we had interests in that he would kick their asses if they broke our hearts. Both of us got pissed at the time, but now that I look back on it, I never wished anything changed.
"I can't believe you're here!" Izzy screamed in my face.
"I know! I haven't seen you since what? Last summer at the wedding?" Izzy nodded, and I hugged her, and squealed again. Izzy works back home, so I only get to see her on holidays and birthdays. We still talk on the phone pretty often though.
"I know! Look at you, all sexy." I shimmied at her, and she laughed.
"Same with you, too." She smiled, and repeated my shimmy. Izzy's dark hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and she was wearing a dress similar to mine, although it was black, and had cutouts around the mid section.
Izzy looked behind me, and her eyes looked like they were dancing. I turned, and saw she was looking at Jace.
Jace was smirking, carrying his bag in his hand. I decided to snap Izzy out of her trance by introducing him. "Izzy. This is my stepbrother Jace." Whenever I said stepbrother, it didn't really feel right. I felt like Jace and I were something else. He came up next to me and held out his hand to Izzy.
"Nice to meet you," Jace said in his sexy, deep, voice. Izzy's mouth was still a little open.
"Same here." She smiled and Jace smirked then took my bag.
"Want me to take this inside?" I nodded, and he smiled then winked and walked away. I tried not to let my knees give out from under me, since I was about to fall. Once he was inside the house, Izzy looked at me like I was insane.
"That's your stepbrother?" She asked and I sighed.
"Yeah, but it feels different then that. That word has the word 'brother' in it, and I feel like then that makes us related." I shivered, and Izzy smiled one of her evil smiles.
"You think it's weird because you find him attractive." I smiled and nodded.
"How do you not?" I asked like she was crazy and she smiled and shrugged.
"If I wasn't tied down, I'd jump on that in a second, flat." I laughed. Once Izzy said that though, the statement caught up with me.
"Oh my god." I whispered. Izzy looked confused, but her statement about being' tied down' caught up with her too. I started shaking her frantically. "Please, please, please, tell me its Simon!" Izzy smiled, and nodded and I squealed.
Izzy and Simon Lewis, one of our best friends, have had the weirdest relationship. Secretly, Izzy has had a crush on him for a few years now, but he's too blind, and caught in video games to notice. Whenever Izzy's with him, she tells me she always teases him and things like that, which gets him to blush. I always told her to just tell him about her feelings, but she never did. I guess that changed now.
"How did this happen?" I asked and Izzy took a deep breath.
"Well Alec, his new boyfriend Magnus who you have to meet because he's amazing, Seb and I went clubbing and I told him. He smiled at me. Then he just kissed me." She smiled and looked at the ground, while I started freaking out.
"And I wasn't called because?!" I asked and she laughed.
"I wanted to wait and tell you when you came here." I nodded, and looked around, realizing we were still outside the house.
"You want to go inside?" Izzy nodded and we walked in.
Inside were Simon, and his parents, Sebastian, and his parents, Alec, and his parents, my mom and Stephen, Jace, and a guy who I hadn't met who was dressed in glitter and neon.
My mom was the first to run up and hug me.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry Clary! I was caught up in things and-" I cut her off.
"Mom it's fine. I got a ride from Jace." Jace looked over at the sound of his name, and smiled at me. I smiled back then looked back at my mom.
"So you too have met?" I nodded and she smiled.
"Oh that's great sweetie! I'm so glad! Is he nice? I haven't even met him-" she was cut off again but this time by Jace coming around behind me.
"Well I hope I had a good impression on her, unless she was faking interest for a five hour plane ride." I nudged his ribs with my elbow, and he laughed. Jace turned his attention to my mother and held out his hand. "Nice to finally meet you, Jocelyn. I have heard great things." He took my mother's hand and kissed it, which caused my mom to blush, and fan herself.
"Well looks like you have impeccable manners. Your dad must have taught you well." With that Stephen came up behind my mom and kissed her cheek.
"It was all me with the manners," he said and I laughed and hugged him. "Nice to see you again Clary." I nodded.
"Same here." I looked at Jace and saw that he was already looking at me. He smiled.
Stephen looked at both of us then spoke. "I see you two have already met." I nodded, and looked at Jace who spoke for me.
"We met in the airport, and Clary sat next to me on the plane. She told me that her mother said she couldn't pick her up, so as the gentleman I am," I fake coughed while 'not', which cause Jace to glare. "I offered to drive her, and when she showed me the address, I knew she was my stepsister." I shivered when he said 'stepsister', but forced a smile for Stephen and my mom, who were looking at each other smiling.
"Well I'm glad you two like each other," Stephen said. I smirked, and looked at Jace.
"Who said I liked him?" This caused Stephen, my mom, and I to laugh, and Jace pouted, which actually turned out to be really sexy. I laughed, while he nudged me in the ribs.
Once I finished the conversation with my mom and Jocelyn, Jace stayed over talking to them, while I went over to the corner to see four boys.
I came up behind Simon and jumped on his back, which made him drop his beer. Sebastian laughed and Alec and the neon guy smirked too.
"Get off me Shortcake before I throw you out the window." I hopped off him and smiled. Shortcake has been his name for me for about ever. I was always really small and even now I was only reaching 5'5". The four boys were probably around 6 foot and Jace was over 6.
Simon was wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, which is almost the fanciest I've ever seen him, except on my parents wedding day when he wore a suit.
"It's about time you opened your eyes and saw that you and Izzy needed to stop eye fucking each other and date!" I screamed, and he smiled then blushed. Sebastian smirked, and nodded.
"Yeah. You guys were looking at each other for years like lost puppies." I nodded agreeing with him.
Sebastian was wearing a V-neck black t-shirt and light blue jeans. I have known him since I've known Alec, Simon, and Izzy, and he has always been the fuckboys of the group, even as a teenager. He never had a stable relationship, unless it was sex.
Seb turned to me and whistled, while I narrowed my eyes. "Hey, there sexy." He did a side smirk and I punched him in the stomach.
"Hi, Seb. Still fucking random girls?" He smiled and nodded. "You know me too well." I laughed, and turned to Alec to hug him. Alec was in a suit, with a dress shirt, and dress pants. Alec was always the type of person to be put together, and was always the fanciest of us all.
"Clary," he started. I want you to meet Magnus, my boyfriend. Magnus, this is Clary, Izzy's best friend and Jocelyn's daughter." I looked at Magnus who was wearing orange jeans and a gold sparkly top. His face was covered in sparkles, his hair was rainbow, and his eyes were the brightest blue.
"Clary, darling. I have heard so much! I pleasure, truly." I smiled so big. This guy was like my dream best friend. I just wanted to grab him and go in a corner and talk about makeup, which I'm sure Izzy has done already.
"It's so nice to meet you! I'm really glad Alec has found someone!" I turned to Alec and he smiled at me, which I returned. Alec always had trouble in high school with bullying about being gay, that Izzy and I helped him through, even though he was a year older.
Magnus and I talked about the latest fashion for a while before Izzy told us that we were going upstairs. Everyone followed, but I went to find Jace first. He was talking to Mrs. Verlac and I tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, we're going upstairs. Want to come?" He smiled and nodded.
"Sure, little red." I smiled up at him and he returned it.
With that, we walked upstairs. I was so excited to introduce Jace to everyone.
The first chapter is done! Thank you guys for reading. Review, Follow, and Favorite! -Jacesmangos