A/N: Hello! So I'm glad to hear that some of you like this story so far! Sorry that it's taken me a while but currently I am battling writers block, but none the less I must continue! Here is the first real chapter of Like Crazy!
(This might be a little short but I promise the chapters will get longer with the progression of the story.)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.
On with the story!
Chapter 1- I Want You
Jace had waited by his phone for six days. He couldn't help but glace at it every minute or so hoping that a phone call or text would appear on the screen. He had gotten a few messages from people like his mom or friends but never from the one person who had refused to evacuate his mind. Clary, the girl from the bar, had not contacted him at all since that night. He knew that he was probably being dumb. No one called the guys/girls that they met, in a bar, of all places. He wanted to give up on her, but every time he thought he got close to succeeding, he would see her red curls, her green eyes; her porcelain skin and the feelings of attraction would come flooding back.
He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts of the near stranger he had met at Pandemonium.
He got up from his bed, looking disgustedly at his phone before throwing in onto the clean sheets, and went down stairs in search of a snack.
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Jace came back upstairs, a box of Oreos in hand, to grab his laptop. Right as he walked in, he saw his screen go back to black after lighting up with a new text. He set the Oreos onto his bedside table before reaching for his phone, trying not to raise his hopes. He clicked the home button.
1 new text: Unknown Number
Jace opened up his texts to see who it was.
Unknown Number: Hey Jace! I know it's been a while but this is Clary, from Pandemonium. Sorry I didn't talk to you sooner.
After adding her number to his phone, he decided to answer.
Jace: No problem. What's up?
Clary: I'm dying of boredom.
Jace: I may have a cure to that. U wanna meet up for a coffee?
Clary: Why Jace, so forward. I would love to. Where?
Jace: Java Jones. Meet you there in a few.
Jace stared at his phone for a while, trying to comprehend when he had become the kind of guy that asked girls out. He had never asked a girl out unless he knew he was going to get something in return. And by something he meant a little sexy time in bed afterwards.
But Clary was different. She wasn't like the girls that he had gone out with before; vacuous, boring girls that spent half the time on their phones and the other half talking about all of their pointless problems. She seemed more normal, more like the kind of girl that Jace would want to- No! He couldn't think like that. Jace knew that relationships and him didn't mix. With that thought in mind he managed to convince himself that Clary was just another one of the girls he wanted to fool around with and that was it.
Before Jace could convince himself otherwise, he grabbed his phone and headed out the door.
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The scene known as Java Jones was relatively empty with dim lighting and soft jazz sounding music playing in the background. A small stage was set up in the corner for a poetry reading that was going to happen tonight and chairs and couches were placed at random across the floor. Tables lined the edges and a barista's bar was set up across the left wall.
Jace scanned the almost empty shop not finding the wild hair he was looking for. He was still looking around when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He jumped before turning around to see the culprit, surprised when he was met with empty space.
"Down here Jace not Blondie."
He looked down, surprised, to see the girl from the bar's head reach his shoulder, barely.
He laughed. "If you keep calling me that, I'm gonna have to come up with my own nickname for you."
She was looking up at him, her round face like a porcelain dolls only disturbed by the freckles that dotted her nose and cheeks.
"Let's grab a coffee and talk."
They talked for almost an hour, each laughing at the others jokes. Jace couldn't remember the last time, if there ever was one, when he had had this much fun; with a girl no less.
They stayed together like that, sipping their coffees and enjoying the others presence until the poetry reading was about to begin. The room began to fill up a little bit more and a worker tested the microphone. The microphone buzzed so loudly that Clary held her ears like a small child in a fire drill at school. He smiled at her adorableness then shook his head. Since when did he say 'adorableness.' This needed to stop.
"Let's get out of here before it really gets crazy." Jace said with a sarcastic tone, standing up and grabbing her hand. They returned their mugs and as they were walking out, someone grabbed Clary's arm.
"Clary is that you?"
"Simon?" She says, looking at the same geek from the club.
"I thought you said you were busy tonight with you know what; that was why you couldn't come hear Eric read." Clary looked at Jace from the corner as if to say 'I swear I don't know anyone who is gonna read here tonight.'
"Ya sorry about that. We cancelled then I made plans with Jace here. You know, the one from the club." Simon looks at Jace, his eyes scrutinizing under his glasses.
"Clary, can I talk to you?"
"Sure Simon, shoot."
"No, alone." Simon shot another look at Jace before pulling Clary from his grasp. He drags Clary a little ways away, trying to get out of ear shot, but Jace can still hear bits and pieces.
"Not good….. Don't want you to get hurt…. You know what they said." Jace ignored most of the conversation, hearing only the pieces that painted Simon as the concerned friend who thought that their friend should not hang out with guys they met in bars. Instead he spent most of the time trying to fight the unpleasant feeling he got at seeing Simon's hand on Clary's shoulder.
Clary shrugged off what Simon was saying and assured him that she would be safe, and would call him when she got home, yada yada.
She ran back over to Jace and grabbed his hand, dragging him out the door, while waving and sticking her tongue out at her friend.
"Sorry he can get a little over protective sometimes. He worries too much." Clary made a face at that and Jace laughed.
"Do you wanna come over to my place? I live right around here and my parents won't be home tonight." Clary said, pointing in the opposite direction of Jace's house. They both apparently lived nearby because neither of them had driven to Java Jones. Jace agreed and they started on their way.
About half way to Clary's house the heavens opened up, and rain began to pour from the sky in soaking torrents. They shrieked together before making a mad dash for an awning that lined the sidewalk.
"Now I guess you have to come over, huh?" She looked at him from under her wet curls and gave him a smile, showing off her straight white teeth. Before Jace could think anymore, he leaned in and kissed her, right on the mouth. She was stunned for a second, her lips frozen, before she began to kiss him back, their intensity increasing. They continued to kiss on the sidewalk until a passing teenager yelled at them to get a room. They broke apart, their breathing heavy, and looked into each other's eyes, green meeting gold. Then Clary busted out laughing and grabbed Jace's hand, dragging him into the oncoming rain.
"Clary! Clary what are you doing! We're gonna get even more wet!"
"What's the point of being on earth if you can't learn to dance in the rain, Blondie." She laughed and tilted her head back while running, letting the water hit her face. Jace ran after her, watching her brilliant hair droop with water and her skin sparkle with drops of rain. Soon, he began to laugh too.
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They continued to run until they reached a small two story, brownstone house. Clary reached down, pulling a key out of her boot then unlocked the front door. The door opened up into a spacious entrance with a door on this level and stairs leading to the next. Jace caught the heavy scent of incense and pointed to the door on this floor.
"Who lives there?" he asked curiously.
"Ms. Dorothea though she insists that it is Madame Dorothea. I would try to avoid her. I'm convinced that she's a witch."
"Witches don't exist."
"You never know. Maybe all of the stories are true and we just can't see them." She looked at him the way people look at you when telling scary stories around a campfire, the air of mystery and danger in her voice making Jace laugh.
They went up to Clary's apartment, finding it empty, just as Clary had said. Jace looked around the apartment, the walls covered in an assortment of paintings. He could tell by the signatures that they were all done by Clary's mom, Jocelyn Fray.
Clary pointed Jace to the living room, giving him a towel to dry off in, before leaving to go make coffee in the kitchen. Jace walked through her living room, admiring the paintings. Her mother was clearly a very talented painter. The last painting he came to was different, however. It was as good as the other ones but the style was different. It was a beautiful picture of a house and barn covered in layer after layer of snow. The sun made the snow sparkle and the trees, although barren, were beautiful with their branches heavy with icicles. Jace was in awe when he saw the signature in the bottom corner. Clary Fray. So Clary was a painter too, and a pretty good one. Jace couldn't help but feel something in his chest, a quick fluttering, but he beat it back down hoping that it would go away. Jace Wayland wasn't supposed to like anyone but himself.
Clary walked in with a tray and Jace turned around. The steaming mugs were set down on the table, then she looked at him, her eyes shining like jewels.
"So you saw my painting." It was a simple statement but he could hear the underlying pride she had in her voice and could see the happiness she got from looking at it.
"Ya. You're pretty good. Is this any place in particular?"
"It is. My step-dad Luke owns a small farm. We go there a lot during the year. It's practically where I grew up." Jace nodded, noting the fact that she had said step-father. He got the urge to ask about it but refrained himself. He didn't want to pry.
She walked up next to him and gazed at the painting with him. Jace watched her watching the painting and felt something go through him. Jace, refusing to acknowledge it, decided that he needed to distract himself. She turned to ask him something but before she could get any words out, he leaned down and kissed her.
(A/N: No this is not the end but I just wanted to warn everyone about the next part. Nothing graphic at all but there are mentions about things that I would just like to warn you about. Please don't read if you don't like that kind of stuff.)
The kiss was intense from the start. Jace pushed her up against the wall adjacent to the painting and her legs circled his waist, her hands tangling in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. They made out like that for a while, even using their tongues. They pulled apart gasping for air, looking into each other's eyes.
"Down the hall; the room on the left." Clary breathed out, still out of breath.
"What?"
"My room. It's the one down the hall and to the left." Jace got her message. He grabbed her thighs around his waist and carried her down the hall into a small, green colored bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, looked at her for a moment, and then went for it. They made out for a while before Jace groaned against her skin.
"God Clary, I want you."
"Then what's stopping you?"
"Are you sure?" He needed to be positive before they did anything.
"Absolutely."
Jace needed no further confirmation.
And with that they spent the night together.
A/N: So honestly I don't think that was too bad but it could just be because I'm not super innocent… Anyway I usually go into stories only knowing the basic plot and making up the inside parts as I go along but I have been thinking a lot about this story and I think I know how to end this. Just a warning the ending is gonna be super twisty so prepare thyselves. Anyway thanks for reading! Please leave me a review to tell me what you think! They are always highly appreciated and I always read each and every one of them. Bye for now!