Jace woke up to the smell of pancakes creeping into his bedroom. There was light spilling in through the windows, and the way it hit his golden colored hair made it shine. He pulled himself out of bed and looked in the mirror. After giving his hair a good shaking, he made his way to the kitchen.
Jocelyn was holding a spatula and was dancing to some old song playing on the small, old little radio they had. She grabbed the plate of pancakes and turned around, gasping when she saw Jace standing there watching her. Her free hand flew to her heart.
"Jace! You nearly scared the life out of me!" she said, setting the pancakes down. Jace noticed she had paint on her face and overalls. He gave his mom a big grin and walked toward the cabinet to get plates out.
"Am I that scary to look at?" he asked, setting a plate on each end of the small table.
She ruffled his hair then laid her hand on his cheek. "Of course not, baby."
"Mo-o-om," he whined, pulling away from her. "I'm seventeen." For a second, Jocelyn look hurt, but then she smiled.
"Of course you are. Old enough to make your own pancakes then?"
"Hey now, I never said-" he began, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Jocelyn jumped out of her chair.
"Coming!" she shouted. It was Uncle Luke and his adopted daughter, Maia, who was also his best friend. Luke owns a library and they live in an apartment type of things behind it. He smiled and pushed up his round glasses.
"Word on the street is you've made your famous pancakes." He said, smiling. It was true. Anyone who knew Jocelyn knew she made the best pancakes you could ever have.
"Now, where did you hear such a crazy thing?" Jocelyn said laughing.
"Some crazy red-headed lady called me up. You should see her. Paint all over her and everything." They both laughed and the three of them came back into the kitchen. Jocelyn got excited to show Luke her mewest painting and they went of to the living room, while Maia stayed behind. She sat down across from Jace and leaned her elbows on the table.
"So, I was thinking we should go to Pandemonium tonight. There's a few local bands playing tonight. It'll be fun." She propped her elbows on the table and folded her hands under her chin waiting for his respomse.
She had on a neon pink tank top, and you could see her white scar. It stood out a lot against her dark skin. Last year when they met, he saw it right away and she had caugtht him staring. "Dog attack," was all she said about it and, "It needed 24 stitches," before moving on to a different topic.
"Sure, sounds fun," he said. They went to Pandemonium a lot, mostly because they wanted to see the people dressed up in their dorky costumes. There was always atleast 50 people dressed as a faerie and vampire, and then the oddball kid who would dress as something from one of those nerdy video games. Maia always liked those the best, though, being a fan of those games.
After finishing their pancakes, their delicious pancakes, Jace and Maia went to find Luke and Jocelyn, who were jabbering on about some book or something. They said their goodbyes and after they had left, Jocelyn said she had to go pick up some more paint supplies, so Jace was left alone. He went into his room and drew Maia, but as always, he could get her scar to look quite right.