Clary, Jace, Izzy, and Simon sat cross-legged around the bottle. The four 13 year olds had been trying to deicide who would spin first for the past 15 minutes, but they had yet to find a solution. The four had almost given up hope of getting to play when Jace spoke up.
"By the Angel, if you guys are gonna be such wimps I'll spin first!"
He reached forward confidently, and hit one end of the bottle, making it turn in small, frantic circles. The teenagers all leaned towards it, eyes fixed on the rotating, glass cylinder. The bottle came slowly to a stop and they all gasped: it had stopped pointing at Clary.
Jace glanced at Clary, who was blushing madly. He smirked at her, and she gave him a glare in return.
"Fine." Clary said as she got to her feet.
She walked towards the still-smirking Jace, and leaned over him; enjoying the brief moment of being taller than someone else. Clary didn't realize she had just been standing there until Jace coughed.
"Excuse me, I'm waiting." he said cockily.
Clary scowled at him, before bending down to be level with him. Golden eyes bore into green ones as they looked at each other. Out of the corner of her eye, Clary could see Simon and Izzy staring at them and whispering to each other. She ignored them as she moved towards Jace again. Her eyelids fluttered shut as his lips met hers. Clary gasped, but the moment ended as they pulled apart.
She looked away embarrassedly, and even Jace looked slightly unsettled. Iz and Simon were still snickering and looking at them. When Clary was sure her face had returned to it's normal color, she turned back to her three friends, to find Jace staring at her with a confused look on his face.
"What?" Clary asked wiping self-consciously at her face.
'Nothing…" he answered turning back to Simon and Izzy, both of whom had started laughing, and making kissy faces at him and Clary.
"Will you two lunatics stop?" Clary exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air.
Finally, unable to contain themselves any longer, the "lunatics" burst into a fit of laughter. Tears streamed down their faces, and their bodies shook violently as they rolled around on the floor.
"What the…" Clary and Jace said in unison.
They glanced at each other and grinned. Jace turned around and grabbed a pillow off of the couch behind them. Understanding what he was going to do, Clary snatched one up too. Silently, the two teens made their way across the room to where Si and Iz still lay on the carpet giggling. Jace and Clary nodded to each other before raising their pillow, and bringing them down on their friends. Clary took Izzy, and Jace Simon.
As the pillows hit their marks, Simon and Isabelle's shrieks of laughter were cut off, replaced by shouts of protest. The two "lunatics" tried to escape the hail of pillows, to no avail. The redhead and the blond were making it rain cushions.
One of Clary's swings hit Isabelle in the face making her fall back against the wood floor.
"Uh-oh." Clary muttered as she dropped her pillow and began to run.
"That's it! Clarissa!" Isabelle yelled as she got to her feet.
She dusted herself off, and bent down to grab the other girl's discarded weapon. Clary had made it across the room, and was about to sprint under the archway, when a heavy blanket was thrown over her. Clary's feet got tangled in it, and she tripped. She landed, her nose only inches from the archway. So close, yet so far.
Clary was struggling to disentangle herself, when Izzy took hold of the other end of the blanket, and began dragging her mercilessly back. Clary tried to gain purchase n the slick wooden floor, as she was pulled closer, and closer to her attacker.
When she reached Isabelle, the blanket was removed, and Clary found herself face-to-face with an angry brunette.
"Pay-back time!" Izzy shouted.
She then proceeded to sit in Clary, and tickle her.
"No!" Clary screeched, "Please, Izzy! Stop!"
Iz ignored her, and continued her torture. Finally, desperate, Clary called for Jace.
"Jace, help! Clary down! I repeat Clary down!"
He looked up from where he was bombarding Simon with his cushion. Seeing Clary's current position, he ran towards her, and vaulted over the couch, but instead of landing lightly and gracefully as intended; his foot slipped on the forgotten bottle, and he fell clumsily onto his back. Isabelle stopped tickling Clary long enough to let out a short laugh, before continuing.
"Jace, hurry!" Clary cried between giggles.
He rose painfully to his feet, and ran the rest of the way to his partner, after casting a sour look over his shoulder at a certain bottle. Jace reached the two girls, and was bending down to lift his sister off of Clary, when he was shoved aside by someone. Simon. Jace had forgotten all about him. Simon tackled Jace, who reached around and grabbed him, before picking up a random scarf from the floor, and tying his arms and legs. Jace then bent down again. He wrapped his arms around Izzy's stomach, and lifted her off of Clary as if she weighed nothing.
"What took you so long?" she gasped breathless from Isabelle's tickles
"Hold her down." Jace commanded without answering her question.
Clary nodded, and proceeded to on her friend, and tickle her , the same way Izzy had done to her earlier.
"Agggghhhhhhhhh!" Iz screamed, thrashing wildly on the ground, but Clary did not release her hold.
"Revenge is always sweeter." She said laughing.
Jace reappeared with another scarf in his hands, and tied up Isabelle's arms and legs too.
When he had finished, Jace stood up and turned to Clary. The two victors high-fived each other; before turning back to their captives, who were squirming pitifully around on the floor, trying to escape their bonds.
"Give it up you guys," Jace said mockingly, "I tie really good knots."
Izzy stopped squirming and turned to Jace, shooting him a look that said "You will pay." Jace looked a little scared for a second, because when Isabelle Lightwood says you'll pay, you're going to pay.
Clary and Jace were just kneeling down to gloat some more about their victory, when Maryse Lightwood- Jace and Izzy's mother- walked into the room.
She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the state the room was in. Her eyes went from the pillows strewn about, to the blanket left carelessly on the ground, to the four teens, two of which were tied up on the floor.
"What in Raziel's Name," Maryse breathed, "did you kids do?"