Hey, guys! First of all, thank you so much to all of you who are reading this story. It means a lot to me! Thanks to maxwaylandgrey for telling me to do stuff until inspiration struck (it worked). Anywayyy, I hope you like this! It's kind of a filler chapter-the "big" stuff will happen in the next one.

It makes your lips so kissable,
And your kiss unmissable,
Your fingertips so touchable,
And your eyes...irresistible.

The feeling of something light hitting the side of her head woke Clary up instantly.

She glared at the golden-haired boy sitting cross-legged in front of her with a devilish smile. He was looking at her with an amused expression on his face, as if he had been planning this moment for a while.

"As adorable as you look while you sleep," Jace said, "I believe we have five chapters left to study."

"Crap," Clary muttered. Without hesitation, though, she picked up the balled up piece of paper and threw it at his head. "You're a horrible person, Jace Herondale."

"I'm not the one making you study," he replied to her with an innocent look on his face. "In fact, if I recall, you asked me to come and help you get through history."

She groaned. "I know, but I'm tired." She looked at him with a pout. "Can we please take a break?"

"You were asleep for thirty minutes," he reminded her.

"Fine." She kept on pouting as she picked up her notecards along with her textbook. Who wanted to learn about Stalin, anyway?

"You know what? A five minute break won't hurt anyone." In a second, Jace's face was inches away from hers, and she didn't hesitate, pressing their lips together in an instant. It didn't help that they were on her bed, of course, and that they didn't want to go back to what they were doing before.

She smiled against his mouth when he touched her bare skin. They were both lying down already, trying to get close enough so that there was no space between them. As much as Clary would have loved to continue making out with her boyfriend, she had to pass her exams. Of course, they were in a week, but she had six of them. Six!

"Jace," she said, though it sounded more like a moan, "we have to study."

He sighed and propped himself up. "Right."

"We can do this later, though." She wished she could wink at that moment, but he did it for her.

"Whatever you want, babe."

"Are you okay?" She looked at him worriedly.

"Yeah, I just—I'll be right back."

She realized to soon what was going on and nodded, trying not to smile. She bit her lip. And her tongue. As he walked away, she noticed that she was blushing furiously. She tried to calm herself down by re-reading some of her history notes. By the time he was back, her cheeks weren't as red and she had gained more knowledge than she previously had about Stalin and Russia in the early 1900s.

"Better?" she asked him with a smirk.

"Shut up," he said. "Hey—"

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a soft knock on the door. Jocelyn entered without waiting for either of them to say anything. She had grocery bags on her hands, and she was panting. "Could you two please help me with the groceries?" She was visibly struggling.

Jace jumped up immediately and grabbed most of the ones she was carrying, while Clary, raking a hand through her hair, said that she would be getting the rest of the bags from the car. Jace mumbled something back about going to help her sometime, but she could tell it wouldn't happen as he and her mother began having a somewhat light conversation, from what she could tell.

The brown bags were heavy, as was expected—Jocelyn loved to cook. Clary took three of the bags all at once, stumbling into the kitchen, her back already hurting. Meanwhile, she could see her mother and boyfriend having an interesting conversation. They were half-whispering, as if keeping quiet would distract Clary from the fact that they weren't helping.

"Jace," Clary said, setting the bags down and panting. "Help me, or I'm kicking you out."

He sighed. "So much for getting out of that." He smiled at her mom and planted a kiss on Clary's forehead. As they walked out of the house, he said, "I think your mom needs to talk to you about something."

She frowned, picking up a bag. "What makes you say that?"

"She's really serious today. And Luke is out on a business trip, which means all of this food is for all of you. And she's making brownies," Jace added, and they both knew that those were Clary's all time favorites. She didn't want to question her mother's random act of kindness, but at the same time, the question of whether or not there was an ulterior motive to this lurked in the back of her head.

"It can't be too serious, I hope." At that, their conversation died, because they reentered the house. Clary's mom excused herself and said she would get the rest of the bags.

Clary sat on the counter, and Jace leaned into her, giving her a kiss. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. She loved it when life surprised her with perfect moments with him. Although they had a normal relationship, and they were happy, and they had their fights, and they were in love, there was also stress, and there was school, and her art classes after school. At that moment, she was happy to just have him there, his lips against hers.

And then Jocelyn cleared her throat.

Clary turned the same color as her hair. "Sorry, Mom."

"Don't apologize," her mother said with a smile.

"I have to go, Clary," he said to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Why?" She pouted.

"I'm having dinner with my parents today before my dad goes to Europe for three weeks," he replied, kissing her once more and helping her hop off the counter. "Thanks for having me over, Jocelyn." Clary's mom hugged Jace and said it was no problem.

"I'll walk you out," Clary said. As the two walked towards the front door, hands linked, she asked, "Are we still on for tomorrow?"

"More studying? Hell yeah," he said, grinning. He took her face in his hands and kissed her forehead, her cheek, and then her lips. "I love you, Clary. Stay out of trouble."

"I can't promise anything," she said with a laugh. "And I love you too, Herondale." She couldn't help but smile as he smiled and jogged over to his car.

Once he was out of sight, she closed the door and walked over to the kitchen. Jocelyn was beginning to chop some vegetables and Clary didn't even want to know what her mother was going to try.

"I'll be upstairs, Mom. Yell when dinner's ready." Clary kissed her mom's cheek and ran up the stairs. She tried to take more notes on the new history chapter, but she couldn't focus—what if Jace was right? What if her mom had something important to say? What would it be?

She began to look at the clock and count down the seconds until dinner would be ready. It was ridiculous; she didn't even know what her mom was making, or how long it would take to make. She still counted, and sent texts to Jace, asking how his night was going, and he replied that his parents were driving him insane, with his mom nearly in tears and his dad telling him that he couldn't let his grades go down, especially not with finals approaching.

"Clary!" Jocelyn yelled, and she stopped typing midsentence. "Dinner's ready!"

"Coming!" Clary yelled, finished her message, and ran down the stairs.

The food smelled delicious, of course—her mom quickly told her that she had made Clary's favorite homemade chicken lasagna, along with a homemade salad and brownies baked from scratch.

Something was definitely up.

Still, Clary let her mom serve her dinner, and they both sat down on the table and ate. Her mom took out the brownies a minute after they sat down. She came back, saying that it'd take them a while to cool down.

"So," Clary said, toying around with her food. "What's up with my favorites being served all in one night?"

Jocelyn sighed, resigned. "I've been trying to put off telling you for a while."

She raised her eyebrows. "Tell me what, Mom?"

"Clary," said Jocelyn, setting her fork and knife down, "we need to talk."

The song at the beginning (the quote thing) is Irresistible by One Direction. (Just in case you were wondering.)

I just wanna say that I won't be updating as often anymore because I have finals coming up, along with a bunch of other stuff, and I have to get my grades up. After June 13, though, expect more frequent updates. (I think.) Thank you once again to all of you reading! Leave a review telling me what you think. :))