*MUST READ AUTHOR'S NOTE*

AN: Okay, so this story starts out with Jace and Clary at the age of 14. I am then going to skip to when they are 17, but I will alert you when the time skip will happen.

Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns all Mortal Instruments characters seen in this story.

"Why would Mrs. Belcourt even assign this? This is stupid," Jace says as he throws his pencil on his books and crosses his arms over his chest as he leans back. I look at the messy golden hair that is getting to long for him and roll my eyes. "You know why, Jace. Miss Lily agreed to let Mrs. Belcourt have her class period for one month and then it's back to History." He grumbles and sits forward to pick up the pencil again.

Miss Lily, our History teacher, agreed to let Mrs. Belcourt, the school counselor, have her class period to 'get us ready for high school' and 'help us not fall to the elements of peer pressure' and even to 'let us realize our own feelings and passions.' When they were explaining our schedule switch they used those exact words and all I could think was kill me now. Apparently, Jace thought the same thing because he gave me the 'kill me now' face.

But that was a week ago and now, Mrs. Belcourt gave us homework. We have to answer the questions on the worksheet with 'how we feel and what our true feelings are when we read the question for each subject.' I look over at Jace after I finished the worksheet and see that he's struggling on the first question. "Let me help you," I say and pull the worksheet out of his hands. "Clary, give it back!" he reaches out for the paper and I put it over my head and to the side. We are currently sitting on the floor so if he really wanted to get the paper back, he could just stand up and grab it. "Jace, I'm helping you. Do you trust your best friend?" I ask and raise one eyebrow.

He sighs, "Yes, Clary I do, but Mrs. Belcourt is going to know the difference between my answers and yours."

"Idiot," I roll my eyes again, "I'm not going to write the answers for you, I'm going to read them off and you are going to answer them with whatever pops into your head."

"Fine," he says and sits back. His golden eyes look at me expectantly and I read the first question. "What do you aspire to be when you grow up?"

He smirks and says, "Well, I want to be a magical faerie and dance around in tights with antlers strapped to my head."

I try to hide my smile. It doesn't work though and he says, "I knew you'd like that answer!" That's the downside to having a best friend who knows you better than you know yourself…they always know what to say to get you to laugh, or to get you to be happy. "Be serious Jace. Now here's the next question," I clear my throat and my eyes almost pop out of my head at this question. "Everyone has different worksheets, don't they?"

He nods and says in a mockingly proper voice, "What evil does that question bring about?"

I laugh and read the question as it's written on the page. Here goes nothing. "What would you do for true love?"

He thinks about this question for a little while and then says, "I'd do anything for true love."

"Really?" I look up and think of a question to test that statement and come up with the perfect one. "Would you, and that insanely large ego of yours," he smirks, "admit that you were wrong to gain true love back?"

His expression grows serious and then he says, "If she's the one, then yes. I'd do anything to gain true love back…." He trails off. I write down his answer to the first question on the paper and I am about to ask him if there's any girl he's got his eye on when my phone buzzes. "It's my mom," I say and look up at Jace. I look back down at my phone and say, "She wants to know if I'm coming home tonight or if I'm staying here and she'll pick me up after school tomorrow."

"It's like 9, and you've already eaten, so you're welcome to if you want, Clary," Jace says and then adds, "But, if you're going to go home, I'll have my mom drop you off. You can get your bike tomorrow."

I text my mom as he says this and tell her I'll be staying here. We've been best friends since we were 5 so it's not uncommon for us to stay at the others house for extended periods of time. I have clothes and an extra sketchbook here, while Jace has his clothes and an extra skateboard at my house. Our moms are both divorced so they are also very close, but they call us inseparable. I don't blame them, though.

"I'll stay here, just let me get into some pajamas and then we can watch Netflix," I say and stand up. I crack my back and then move to put my backpack in the corner of his room. He has twin beds and I normally start in one and then end up in the same one as him. I've always slept better that way and he says he does to. I grab my clothes out of the bottom drawer of his dresser and head for his bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and grab the extra brush that I also have here and try to tame my crimson mane. I end up putting it in a single side braid and then brush my teeth. I take off my dirty clothes from the day and I put on my purple sweatpants and then throw on my matching purple short sleeved shirt.

"Hurry up in there Fray, or I'll choose the movie myself!" I rush out the door to see Celine, Mrs. Wayland, standing there telling Jace goodnight. When she sees me I see no surprise in her eyes. Probably because I've been over here so much. She waves at me and tells me goodnight. When she leaves, Jace pulls out the remote for his TV and turns on Netflix.

I walk over to his bed and he makes no move to make room for me. "Are you going to move, or am I just going to be standing here all throughout the movie?" I ask him. He grumbles and scoots over an inch. Like literally one inch. I sigh and sit down anyway. If he's not going to make room, then I am just going to have to squeeze sitting next to him. He still doesn't move so I just decide to make the best of it and lean on him to get comfy. "Are you seriously not going to move?"

"No," he says and then starts a movie. But 1 minute into it, I realize that it's not just any movie…it's 'John Wick'. "You picked the best damned movie ever!" I tell him. He only chuckles and says, "I heard you struck my son." To which I respond, "Yeah, well that's because he stole John Wick's car, Sir, and uh, killed his dog." He responds, "Oh," and then we both start laughing. We can quote this movie perfectly. It may be a little intense, but the fight scenes are awesome! Definitely our favorite movie. It will never get old.

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*TIME SKIP: Jace is 18 and Clary is 17 now*

"Perkins is such a bitch," I say and snuggle closer to Jace. He laughs and agrees and then continues to watch the movie. I look around his room and notice that the only thing that has changed is his bed. He traded in his twin beds for a larger bed and we are still doing the exact same thing we were doing when we were 14: watching 'John Wick' and saying every line perfectly. I've never been one of those girls to absolutely love movies that make you cry. I'm not really one to cry anyway. My mom once called Mrs. Wayland just to tell her that I didn't cry when I read a book that she cried while reading and, jokingly, called me a, and I quote, 'a cold-hearted-bitch.' I just shouted that I could hear her and she responded with a 'you were meant to.' She rolls her eyes whenever she hears Jace and I quoting 'John Wick' and grumbles.

Jace and I graduate next year and we have still stayed close, despite his manwhore-ness. I still sit with him at the lunch table, and we still have our sleepovers, but they are less frequent because he is off with Kaelie, or Aline, or Alexis, or Lena, ect. Recently, I haven't seen him with any of the sluts. He hangs around me more and I am definitely not going to complain. He is gorgeous with his long, but not too long golden hair, his golden eyes, and golden skin. He's done hockey for the past 3 years of high school and that has certainly given him a six-pack. I mean that in a friendly way of course, because it's hard to not notice when he sleeps with no shirt on.

I feel myself starting to drift off when the movie ends and he turns on a sports game. I could watch hockey all day long if I had to, but I can't do football.

Jace POV:

I turn on a football game and I feel Clary's body relax. Sports always puts her to sleep, unless it's hockey. I turn to look at her and I can't help but notice how she's changed over the years…in a friendly way of course. She's only grown to about 5'3" while I tower over her at 6'2". Her curly crimson hair has mellowed out to be a wavy dark crimson and her dark green eyes look almost brown in certain light, but you can still see that they're green. Her Hair contrasts greatly with her pale skin, and she still has a dusting of freckles across her nose. She now has curves and you can't help but notice them, especially since she traded in the old sweats and t-shirt for shorts and a tank top. I can't blame her though, it's summer. School starts in 2 months and we are going with Izzy, Simon (AKA: Rat-Boy, Izzy's boyfriend), Alec (Izzy's brother), and Magnus (Izzy's brother's boyfriend) to the Lightwood's (Izzy and Alec) beach house in California.

Clary is close with Izzy, but Izzy is nowhere near what Clary and I are. They became friends when I was with all those girls, but I couldn't stand not seeing Clary as much anymore, so I stopped my player ways. I can't wait for the beach though. It will be fun to throw Clary in the water when she's not paying attention. I think it will be a really fun summer. We leave tomorrow actually. That's another reason why she's here. The Lightwood's are already there and we are flying out to meet them. I don't know why, but I feel like this summer's going to be the best summer yet.