"Can I come in?" She says softly, peeping through the door.
"Of course," he replied. He's lying on his bed, a book in his hands. She comes and sits on his bed, folding her legs beneath her.
"Jon?" Clary said questioningly
He doesn't reply.
"Jon!" she practically shouted.
"Babe. I'm right here." He smiles softly, and she laughs, before she became serious.
"I need to ask you a question."
"Ask away."
She pulled at her hair, twisting it round her hand and looked down. Jonathan wasn't stupid. He knew when she was unhappy.
"Okay. What's wrong Clary? Come here."
Jonathan pats the space next to him on his bed. But instead, she sits on him, the book falling out of his hand in shock.
"Do you- do you think I'm pretty?" she said nervously.
"Is that even a question?" he paused. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world."
Her smile was wide, but he knew there was something more. He sat up, and gave her a hug, before asking:
"What did they say?"
Her smile drops and she turns her face away from him. He holds her tight as she took a deep breath, calming her nerves.
"They- they told me that I was ugly because I had freckles," she said slowly, her eyes closed. He pushes her face to the side so that she looked at him, but she refused to look him in the eye, focusing on his nose instead.
"Look at me," He said quietly.
"You are not ugly. Okay? I don't care what those boys said to you, I'm your brother. You trust me." He said with a stubborn aggressiveness he hadn't quite needed.
She nods slightly with a muffled "okay."
"Besides," he added. "I have freckles too; do you think I'm ugly?"
"No..." She giggles.
Clary hugged him tightly, before he realised why he felt so uncomfortable and groaned.
She frowned at him, but he waved it off, saying that he was really tired.
"Okay then, good night Jonathan."
"Goodnight Clary."
She kisses his cheek and slips out of his bedroom, humming, and he makes a dying noise.
Jonathan got into the showers, having stripped and turning the water on.
Clary.
His baby sister.
He scrubbed at his hair roughly, letting the water run scalding over his skin.
He wanted to not be her brother. He wanted her to love him like a lover. Not like a brother. He thought about her hair, how wonderfully red it was and he couldn't focus- she was so beautiful.
Deep breath.
He closed his eyes and let the hot water run over him.
He had to block the thoughts.
Because this...
Was so.
Not.
Right.
"Jon?" she whispered.
"Hmm." He was awake, but his thoughts were dazed, as if still in dreams.
Clary slipped through the door.
Definitely still in in dreams, he thought.
"I had a nightmare. Can I sleep with you?" she asked.
"Clary..."
"Please?" there was a pleading desperation to her words.
He sighed. He never said no to his baby sister.
"Come."
She slid under the cover, and lay there, closing her eyes, her breathing becoming lighter.
But he was awfully awake. And he didn't like it one bit.
I know I shouldn't be posting yet another story, but I really need this up because I seem to have reached an Impasse and 5000 words. Help me.
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