Chapter Two
Jace
Clary stood in the doorway grinning like an idiot.
"What?" I demanded," did I forget to put pants on agian? 'cuz I had a dream like that last night."
"No. You are fully clothed," Clary replied," I'm just really happy. And hungry. Do you want to get some breakfast?"
I nodded in response and strode to the door. I turned back, sensing she wasn't following me.
"What is it now Clary?" I complained in my whiniest voice.
" First off," she started," you sound like a two year old when you do that. Second of all, I'm still in Pajamas." she made a gesture to include all of her body.
I looked.
Yep, she had on an old flannel shirt with blue stripes (possibly Luke's) and shorts with deep pockets. Out of one of them stook out the handle of a small sephral blade. I looked at her and smiled.
" Well, with that blade you could certainly slice up anyone who made fun of your...um, attire," I said. Clary frowned and punched me in the arm.
" Im not Isabelle," she said matter of factly.
"I'm just sayin' ya know. If you wanted to, you probably could," I said.
" I'm not sure," she said," but I think that was a compliment."
I waved her off.
" Yeah right. You know that I don't give compliments. Anyway, do you want to change, or should I whip us up something to eat? Suprisingly, I make some mean French Toast," I finished.
" Okay. Sounds great. I'll go get the fire extinguisher," she smiled at me and skipped into Luke's small kitchen.
There is something about Clary that just makes me happy. She is just one of those people who are always happy and takes everything in stride. That is why I love her.