So, err, I read the reviews for last chapter, and they went something like this:

This is sooooo cute! (And aa really weird way to proppose actually) Update soon! Yes, that was the purpose of the proposal.

Nice.. Will you update?! I love your dots. It just makes it more awkward.

Um. Lovely. Thanks for your support.

I am not sure what just happened, but if that's how a guy proposes to me...I don't know what I'd do. I personally would say yes, because why wouldn't you? You know, after slapping the guy in the face.

No, but seriously guys, I am completely and totally thankful that you all took like thirty seconds to write a review. I really do appreciate it, I'm just in the sarcastic mood, and no one can spoil that.

On with the story!

Clary's PoV:

"Clary!" Isabelle shrieked. "You're going to get fat! Stop that!"

I smirked at her, putting yet another scoopful of ice cream in my mouth.

"Let the girl eat, Isabelle," Jace waved his hand. "I'll still marry her."

Simon next to me snorted. He's has been my best friend since I was five in kindergarten. "Look at the horror on your face, Isabelle. It doesn't match the sparkles."

I giggled as Isabelle stood up, placing her hands on her hips. "She won't fit in her wedding dress!"

Jace shook his head. "I thought we were going as mashed potatoes and peas, Clary."

Jonathan, who'd been sitting on the couch across the room, busted out laughing. "I still can't believe you took that advice from our dad."

I stuck another scoop of strawberry ice cream in my mouth. "I don't know about buying an expensive, formal dress. I kind of want to have a different wedding."

Jace looked at me, interest suddenly sparking in his eyes. "Do we need to not invite children? I mean if they saw that, they'd be scarred for life."

"Don't invite me either, if that's happening," Jonathan muttered. "I do not want to see you naked."

I smacked Jace upside the head. "Not like that! Do remember what our first date was?"

"Paintballing?" Jace replied.

"Precisely," I grinned. "A paintball wedding."

Three months later-

It was decided, much to Isabelle's displeasure, that in fact, no one would wear any formal clothing, and it would not be a traditional wedding.

So I walked up in some old blue jeans and a neon green t-shirt with Isabelle walking beside me, a paintball gun in her hand.

The preacher was my mother and father's best friend, Luke Garroway. He was at the front, dressed in a blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt.

He said the usual, but instead of having a Bible, he held a paintball gun and Alec's boyfriend, Magnus, held the Bible in front of him.

"You may now shoot the bride!" Luke yelled, raising his gun.

"Are you ready, Clary?" Jace asked, lifting his gun.

I grinned. "Always."

The blast was forceful, but I shot immediately after, effectively hitting him in the stomach.

"Isabelle?" I asked, quietly, looking at the girl who was actually dressed in a pink flowing dress.

"Of course," Jace replied in my ear.

We whirled around at the same time and shot, ruining her dress with gold and green paint. She shrieked, lifting her gun. I lowered my helmet, as she aimed for my head, and shot another blast.

Luke shot Magnus square in his knee, making him lose his balance.

I giggled at the scene as Jace lunged at me, protecting me with his body. My brother ran up to Jace shooting him in the back. Jace cried out. "Clary! I can't make it!"

"No!" I yelled, crawling out from his heavy body. "You!" I pointed a shaking finger at Jonathan. "You did this!" I raised my gun, shooting him in the stomach.

"You," Jonathan heaved, "betrayed me."

"I shall put a dictionary next to your death bed," I replied. "Because you are the traitor."

My brother got down on his knees, before falling to a lump on the floor.

"You killed my son!" My father yelled, running to Jonathan's side. "You are no longer a Morgenstern."

"This was decided about five minutes ago when she married me," Jace muttered into the ground.

"Shush," My mother says. "You're supposed to be dead."

"You're on my side right?" I asked, gripping the hand that wasn't holding her gun.

My mother looked guiltily at the ground. "I must stay with family, Clarissa, and family does not kill their own brother."

She hefted up her gun, pointing it at my heart. I closed my eyes, but heard a shot go off and my mother cry off. Simon stood there with a grin on his face.

"C'mon," he said, aiming the gun at my father. "You need to get out of here, Clary. The battlefield is no place for the broken hearted."

I looked at Jace. "I cannot leave him."

"You have to," Alec whispered. "We must kill the man who killed Magnus first, though, I am afraid." I turned around, raising my gun, but Isabelle stood in my way.

"This is for the dress, bitch," she hissed, shooting the gun. My father jumped in the way.

"Dad!" I screamed as he clutched his arm. "No, I can't lose you."

"It's only an arm injury," he groaned, standing back up, shooting Isabelle in the heart. She groaned, collapsing to the ground, her dress surrounding her.

"No!" Alec yelled. "You killed my sister!" He shot my father in the leg before hitting him in the chest.

Luke intervened as Alec hissed, "You," Luke grinned, raising his gun, before Alec got his heart.

"You killed him!" Simon yelled, about to shoot Alec, but Simon got hit from behind. Mr. and Mrs. Herondale, Jace's grandparents. (A/N: Sorry Jace is a Lightwood).

"No!" I screamed, and I shot both of them quickly before facing Alec. "You almost killed my best friend," I cried. "I'm so sorry Alec, but vengeance is required." I shot, before falling to the ground, whimpering.

A hand fell on my shoulder, long golden fingers, and I turned around, shocked. "Jace?" I whispered. "How?"

"He shot me in the wrong area," Jace replied quietly, turning around, pointing at his butt. "See?"

He had pink paint on his butt.

I threw my arms around him. "It was so hard, Jace," I cried. "I thought you were gone."

"Come on," he said softly. "The battlefield is no place for the newly wed." I giggled, taking his hand as he guided me out to the taxi driver who was taking us to our honeymoon.

The driver looked at us, shocked. "That was your wedding?"

I nodded happily. "Think it was enough? "

He nodded, an eyebrow cocked. "Most definitely."

Thanks again to all you awesome readers who love to review with comments that make my day brightened. Quite literally actually. I was in Science, and the third comment made me laugh my butt off, so I thank you for making my teacher ask if I should be sent to an asylum.

I appreciate the precious thirty seconds it took you all to review.

I hope you'll waste another thirty on this chapter and more readers can be sucked into the oblivion on the planet Fangirlian.

Just because I love you and all.

So seriously, I don't care if it's an um, because that just made my day.

Thank you.

Be sure to review and make me be sent to a counseling session!

Love,

Bethanie

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