11.00am- Sunday 28/08/2015

Clary POV-

I'm probably the last person he wants to see right now, but I have to do this.

I have to apologise to my best friend.

I walk up to the door and juggle the idea of knocking on the door of the Herondale household. Celine and Stephen were like two more parents to me, and I usually waltzed right on in anyway.

But, considering the reason why I'm here, it seems like the right thing to do.

I could hear Sydney barking on the other side of the door and usually, Sydney barking was just something that made me feel more at home at the Herondale's, but now an odd feeling was washing over me. And sadly I knew the feeling all too well.

The feeling of being unwelcome.

I knocked on the door while my stomach was doing cartwheels.

I was nervous. What if Jace told his parents what happened? What if they hate me?

Even though I was nervous, I knocked like any normal person would and waited for someone to answer. I was hoping that it wasn't, but at the same time I really needed it to be Jace to answer the door.

But Celine answered.

And suddenly the feeling of unwelcomeness abruptly disappeared.

"Clary darling! Why did you knock? You know you are allowed in at any time!" She answered cheerfully, but somewhere in her golden eyes I could see that she was tired, stressed, and I knew why.

It's all my fault. And I'm so goddamn sorry.

"I just felt like I needed to Ma. I'm here to talk to Jace, if that's ok?" I asked.

You might be wondering why I called Celine 'Ma'. Well my relationship with the Herondale's has been so family-oriented, I picked up on addressing them as 'Ma' and 'Pop' when I was 5.

"Oh honey, you don't know how much that means to us. He's been in his room all of yesterday and this morning. I don't understand what could have gotten him so upset."

I have a pretty good idea.

"Come in sweetheart! It's boiling out there in the summer heat. We have the air con on." Celine said kindly.

I stepped into the the cool, cozy house I've known to be my second home, and you don't understand how big the house is until you're inside.

It's your classic modern American house and it's huge. Like, if there was a reboot of 'The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air' this would be their house.

Despite the size, it's still one of the coziest, most comfortable houses I've ever been in in my life.

As I walked through the hallway, while I answered a chipper 'Yes please' to Celine's offering of black coffee, I stopped and looked st the photo above the entryway to the kitchen.

It was a photo of a 7 year old Jace, his parents and little Border-Collie puppy, Sydney.

Celine was looking gorgeous as always, her golden hair in beautiful, controlled waves, with her tanned skin contrasting beautifully with her hair. Her soft features just screamed down to earth, kind and motherly. And her beautiful golden eyes. Hers were a shade lighter than Jace's but had many different copper colours swirling in her irises.

Stephen looked like the type of man who you would be terrified of, but in reality he is a huge softie and a very hard man to hate. He had that charisma that made you stick around. My uncle, Luke, had been friends with him throughout high school and he had said he was 'good at everything' and 'unfailingly nice without being boring'. Stephen had the same blonde hair as Jace, just his was rather short. But unlike Jace and his wife, his eyes were a deep, dark blue, kinda like the isolated oceans that haven't been touched as much by humanity.

And even at 7 years old, Jace was still super cute, and the spitting image of his father. Same sharp cheekbones but soft features of his mother. At the time, 7 year old Jace was a scrawny, lean boy, but now, he was just as built, if not more, than his father. He had been holding the tiny Border-Collie pup, Sydney, in his arms. The whole reason why they took that photo was because, it was the day they were taking Sydney home from the Animal Rescue Shelter.

Jace was sporting a toothless grin in the photo. He had lost a front baby tooth and chipped his insicor in fight with another boy beacause he took my scketchbook and I had started crying.

Come to think of it Jace was, and still is, very protective of me and other that he people he loves.

One more reason to love him.

"Clary~ Come back down to earth Clare-bear~ Your coffee's ready." I heard Celine say while snickering.

"Sorry Ma. I was dreaming again." I said.

She just laughed and handed me my coffee, which I gladly took a sip of. 'Mmmm. Nothing's better than black coffee.'

"There's my favourite redhead! Where have you been?" I heard a familiar voice call out to me. Stephen Herondale, who else?

"Hey old man." I said jokingly.

He gasped at that, while Celine was close to hysterics.

"I'm only 42 Clare!" He said, sounding mock offended. I giggled playfully.

"As much as I would like to stay and recap the last two days that I haven't spent here with you, I need to do what I came here to do, if that's alright?" I asked hesitantly. Stephen eyed me curiously but Celine gave me a knowing look, and her response answered Stephen's unspoken question.

"Of course sweetheart, you know where his room is." Said Celine.

As I thanked Celine for the coffee and ascended the staircase, all I could think was,

'Please Jace, please hear me out.'

11.15am- Sunday 28/08/2015

Jace POV-

I heard her come inside.

My heart sped up at the sound of her angelic voice.

I was mad at her.

Not anymore. I'm more mad at the bartender.

The French bastard.

"Jace? It's me. Your 'poor excuse for a best friend' Clary's here." Her angelic voice sounded distant because the door was muffling it.

If you took out 'poor excuse for a best friend' in that sentence, she had just said, 'Your Clary'.

I want you to be mine. And I want to be yours. Can't you see that? Hear me practically whining and begging you to be mine?

"Come in Clare." I said, almost inaudibley, but she heard it, as the opening and closing of the door indicated.

I was on my bed, back was to the door, so I had to turn over to be able to see her, and I kid you not, everything stopped.

She was wearing black high waisted shorts, that made her legs seem like they went on for days, a light pink crop top that said 'Everyday's a surf day' (sounded like Clary) and black high tops. Her hair was in a high ponytail, with strands of hair framing her innocent face which was free of make-up, and she was wearing an Oklahoma City Thunders cap. The girl loved Steven Adams.

Just as I was going to speak, she started apologising profusely.

"I'm really, super sorry Jace. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I was just so caught up in the stupid moment of kissing that idiot that I wasn't thinking about you and I'm so goddamn sorry Jace. And I snapped because, b-because…I was imagining I was kissing you!" She rambled.

I stood up at that. "Whoa, hold up me?" I questioned. Wasn't expecting that.

"Look, I've been in love with you since grade 6. You're just so kind and caring, compassionate and confident. You're protective of those you love and you stand up for what you believe in. And you boast about your appearance, you know you…appeal to the female population. And I imagined I was kissing you last night, because I know I can never have you. I'm just your best friend. That's all I'll ever be."

By the look on Clarys' face, it seemed she didn't mean to say that much, but I'm glad she did.

She loved me. She loved me. She fucking loved me too.

"Jace? Please say something!" She said as she looked on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"I'm just so happy that you feel the same way. Clare, I, I've loved you since grade school. You're so selfless and caring and twice as strong and brave than I'll ever be. You put others before you and you don't need others to fight your battles. Except that one time when I punched a kid, and chipped my incisor by the way, because he took your scketchbook." I said sheepishly, while rubbing the back of my neck.

"Really? You…love me?" She questioned with a quizzical expression.

"Yeah."

It was silent at first, but then she ran across the room to where I was standing and crushed her lips onto mine.

And then everything was perfect.

Her lips were soft and moulded perfectly against mine. They were warm and she tasted even better than she did in my dreams. When her tounge ran across the bottom of my lip, begging for entry, I couldn't stop the moan that slipped from my mouth. We explored eachothers mouths and marveled at how we fit together like puzzle pieces, like we were literally meant for one another, our kisses saying everything that we needed to say, because we can't find the words to do so.

Clary pulled away, gasping for air, while I moaned at the loss of her amazing lips, that were now swollen. She was blushing like crazy and I can only imagine I was too. My hands rested on her hips while her arms were wrapped around my neck, her hands tugging on the hair that curled at the nape of my neck. She gave the curls another tug, and for the life of me I couldn't stop the animalistic groans and moans that were coming out of me.

Deciding she rather like that reaction, Clary did it again and again, each reaction I gave her more passionate and sinful than the last.

"Clary, I swear to all things holy, do that one more time and you'll regret it." I moaned.

"Sorry." She giggled, as she unwrapped herself from me.

I groaned at the lack and warmth.

"What's going to happen now?" She asked hesitantly. I honestly didn't know

"I love Clary, and I want to put everything into this. But whatever happens we do this together." I said shyly. She nodded

"Ok, so… we start off with a date than?" She questioned innocently.

"Yeah, with a date." I smiled

"I love you, Jace Herondale." She whispered lovingly and shyly.

"I love you too, Clary Morgenstern." I whispered back.

She then tiptoed up to meet my lips, in soft kiss this time, telling me that she loved me and I kissed back in the same way.

It was odd how we went from not talking to each other, to confessing our love for one another.

But I wasn't complaining.

Everything was perfect.

I may not like some days.

Some days can be hell. I don't wanna get out of bed.

Others, I feel as if I'm on Cloud 9.

But today…

I just love today.

AN~Yay! That's the end! BUT WAIT! I've decided I'm gonna make a story prior to this two-shot. It will be a lot longer, don't worry. And it will define this world a lot more than I did here \00/

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