A/N: OH MY GLEE ya'll are amazing! I leave the computer for like 2 hours come back and check my e-mail and see 22 new messages! All of them except like 2 or 3 were all of you adding this story to your alerts or favorites! That was just AMAZING! :D I like only got 1 review but to me it doesn't really matter. I just like that people are reading and liking my story :). I felt so loved I decided to do another chapter this week (Thank Spring Break). If ya'll do decide to review please DON'T SPOIL CITY OF FALLEN ANGELS TO ME! PLEASE! I HAVEN'T GOTTEN IT IN THE MAIL YET! Thank you! Also This story might have around like 20 chapters so that will take a long time and warning you now when summer comes I will have time but not in the first week of June or 2 weeks in July and one week in August! I made my high school's color guard team! Also I have a playlist which is just songs that I listened to make me write this chapter! Ok enough blabbing let's get on with the story!
Playlist:
All About Your Heart by Mindy Gledhill
Pretend by Lights
You know, I've never imagined myself puking up my guts in a storage room, but, hey, I never imagined getting knocked up at sixteen either. Life has some funny ways to make you miserable. Anyways, it's not really funny to puke while having my best friends hold my hair and rub my back, in a warm, smelly storage room. Not how I planned my day, but oh well.
After I'm done puking we get out of the storage room, Simon buys me a water bottle. We find a couch to sit it and I gulf down the water, wanting so badly to get this awful taste from my mouth. Note to self: Never and I mean never eat pizza with a glass of lemonade when you're pregnant. All of those just don't work out. Trust me.
Simon takes the empty bottle and goes off to find a trash can. When he leaves I lean my head back against the couch and moan. Izzy starts wiping some sweaty hair out of my face and I give her a small smile. "Iz, a word of advice. Never get pregnant. It's hell," I moan.
She gives me a small smile and rubs my arms. Right now, she's being the mother I need at this situation. Just the idea of telling my mother about my situation freezes my stomach.
Obviously Izzy gets an idea, because her ears always perks up when she gets a 'fabulous' idea. Last time she got a 'fabulous' idea, I got knocked up. "Hey, Clary, how about I sleep over tonight!" she shrieks.
I give her a look that clearly states that she's crazy. "Izzy, I don't think you'll want to spend twelve hours with my hormonal ass. I mean I'll wake up and just puke everywhere," I tell her.
"Oh, come on Clary. Please! We can do girl stuff that we won't be able to do when you turn into a whale! Oh, please Clary!" she begs.
"Fine," I mumble. I text my mom to ask if it's ok Iz can come over and she says it is. My mom and step father are in New Jersey at a art convention until Thursday. She shrieks and hugs me. Simon comes back with another water bottle and I get up and hug him. He's so useful.
We say goodbye to Simon as he gets in his shitty truck. Isabelle hugs him and their hug lingers for about three more second. Not to self: Talk about Simon to Izzy tonight.
Izzy and I leave the mall and go over to Izzy's 'house'. Yes, air quotations on the house part, because Izzy doesn't live in a house. Unless you call a three story, six bedroom, four bathroom plus swimming pool and hot tub a 'house'. You do? Well me and Simon call it a mansion. She runs in her heels-still a mystery-and comes back with a pink bag. She jumps in the car and drives off to my house.
Why am I not driving, you ask? Apparently, Izzy doesn't think it's good for a pregnant girl to drive, and, hey, I'm not complaining am I? She parks in my drive way and we go in. when we enter I'm engulfed in a hug by very familiar arms.
"Jonathan?" I ask confused, yet happy. He's been in Florida all summer for some college thing. He got a letter in April inviting him to check out a college in Florida all summer and to prepare for him to be a senior. He was supposed to be til the end of August.
"The One and Only," he responds and smiles. His smile just makes everything brighter. Even his dark eyes shine and along with his white blond hair.
"I don't get it. Why are you back?" I ask frantically.
"I missed my lil' sis'. Is that a crime?" he asks and I shake my head and hug him back tightly, making sure he doesn't go away again. I don't even realize I'm crying until Jonathan wipes away my tears. God, hormones are bitches.
I let go of Jon and remember that Izzy is still here. I look at her and see she's playing with her nails. She always does that when it's awkward for her. I giggle a little and bring Jon over to her. "Ah, Miss Lightwood, I see that you've helped Clare-Bear with her wardrobe malfunction this summer. Thank you my kind Lady. It was starting to burn my eyes to see her call old shirts 'fashion," Jon says and takes Izzy's hand and kisses it. She blushed furiously and I realize that beside Simon, only Jon can make her blush. Jon was always the charmer. My mother tells me that he got it from our father. Our real father.
You see, our real father died before I was even born in a car accident. I tried asking Jon about him, but he doesn't remember anything considering he was only one year old when he died. When I turned seven, my mother married her best friend and the bookstore owner, Luke. I consider her my father, though. Not based on blood.
"Yes, I have helped her extremely in the fashion department. I mean, how could my best friend look like that while I look like this?" Izzy asks. Jon chuckles and I give a small laugh.
"Ok, Jon, Iz is sleeping over and mom is at an art convention with Luke until Thursday. I'll talk to you later while Izzy here torments me and I find a way to escape," I tell him.
He laughs and kisses my forehead. "Yeah, she's got a lot to tell you about how her summer went," Izzy tells him. I shot her a look of astonishment and I drag her to my room, close the door, and lock it.
"What the hell, Iz?" I yell at her.
"Well, you're going have to tell him sometime, don't you think?" she replies and I look down at black carpet and nod. I just can't imagine how to tell my big brother. He'll be so disappointed. "It'll work out ok, Clary. You'll see. Now I'll be right back, I have to change into my pajamas and you should too."
I nod again and go over to get my pajamas. Izzy says it'll work out but in these situations, they almost never do.
When Izzy comes out, my jaw drops. Even Isabelle can still look like a model while in her pajamas. She's wearing a lacy tank top with pink Hollister boy shorts, and fuzzy black boots. I look down at my pathetic pajamas, a plain blue shirt, blue plaid boy shorts, and matching slippers. Well, don't I feel pitiful.
Izzy goes over to her pink bag and gets out her pink silk robe and her… teddy bear? "What the hell, Iz? A teddy bear?" I ask her astonished.
"What? It matches my pajamas, and her name is not teddy bear, it's Candy," she protests.
I look at 'Candy' again and see that she and Izzy do match. Damn, I think even the bear looks more stylish than me. "Izzy, you do realize that Candy is a stripper name, right?" I ask her.
"Yeah. So?" she replies confused like it doesn't even sound wrong. Ok, insert face palm here.
I sigh and let the conversation drop there. Time for me to meddle. "So, Izzy, what do you think of Simon?" I ask her.
She tenses and looks at me wide-eye. "Wh-what do you mean?" she stutters.
I roll my eyes and give a dramatic sigh. "Oh, dear Isabelle don't play that game with me. Everyone knows you like him. It's not that hard to figure out," I reply.
"Fine," she sighs. "I do like him. I mean he's not like all those other boys who just want to have sex with me. He actually cares about me and my feelings. I mean is it so wrong that I actually want to be treated with the kind of respect a girl wants?"
"I understand. I mean every girl wants to be treated like that. It's just that a lot of boys don't know that except for a handful," I tell her.
"But why? Why do boys know that?" she asks.
"I personally blame Hollywood. Ever since porn came out, men thought that, that is what we girls want just because we swooned over the actors," I tell her and she breaks out laughing.
We basically just do all the girly things you do in sleepovers. And yes, I mean braiding each others hairs, pillow fights, painting each others nails, and boy gossip. Although at least about seven times I've broken down, gotten pissed, or just laughed like a maniac. Mood swings really tire the people experiencing them out, because after my second break down Izzy collapsed into a drifting sleep.
After about an hour of her sleeping I sneak over to Jon's room. I open the door slightly and see him sprawled out on his bed snoring loudly. I let out a small giggle and get an idea.
I put my knees on either side of his legs and lean my head in so I'm about four inches away from his face. I lightly blow some air on his face and his snoring ceases for a moment and he wrinkles his nose, then he goes back to snoring. I let out another giggle and whisper lightly, "Oh, Jon, come on wake up. There's a girl in a small bikini outside."
His eyes snap open and he screams when he sees my face inches away from his "Holy Shit!" he yells and scrambles away from me. I break down laughing for five minutes while Jon tries to recover and gives me a few glares.
Suddenly, I feel vile come up my throat. Holy Shit, I think and run into Jon's bathroom and puke out my dinner once again.
When I come out of Jon's bathroom he's sitting there with a worried, confused look on his face. "What the hell was that, Clare-Bear? Are you sick?" he asked frantically checking my forehead and face.
"I'm fine, Jon," I say and shove away hi s hands.
"That sure as hell wasn't fine!" he yells at me and I flinch. "Seriously Clare, what did I miss? You shoved Izzy away when she was going to tell me about your summer, you just puked in my bathroom for no apparent reason, and you're not the Clare-Bear I left in May. Now I'm going to ask again. What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On?" he asks. I look up at him and see his eyes turning black. That only happens when he gets really pissed.
"You want to know what's going on?" I ask him. He nods furiously and waits for my answer. "I'm pregnant," I mumble hoping that he can't hear.
"I'm sorry, what? I thought you said that you were pregnant," he says.
"I am," I say louder.
"Th-that's impossible. You can't be Pre-pregnant. If you're playing some sick joke, it isn't funny, Clarissa," he stutters. I flinch. He only calls me by my full name when he's disappointed in me. I get up and go to my room to get the papers that Doctor Fell let me keep. I go back and show the papers. I point the part that says: With Child: Positive.
His eyes bulge out in horror as he takes his eyes away from the paper. He flicks his eyes from my tear-stained face to my stomach. "How?" he whispers.
"Jon, I think we covered that in fourth grade," I tell him trying to lighten up the tension, but it doesn't
"You know what I mean, Clary," he tells me.
"It was about a month ago. Izzy was having an end of school party and when everybody was either gone or passed out Jace and I went upstairs to an extra guestroom. Izzy made me wear something that I barely called a dress more like a shirt so Jace started kissing me and I kissed him back. It started out as making out but then it turned into something more," I sniffled out. I wiped my hand across my nose and put my head in my hands, scared to look at my brother.
I hear Jon mutter, "That bastard," and then he pries my hands away from my face and hugs me while I sob into his shoulder. "Clare-Bear I'm not disappointed in you. Shocked, yes, but not disappointed or angry. It just happened and we're all going to have to deal with that. And make sure you know that I'm always going to be here for you and my niece or nephew. Wait, are you going to keep it or what?"
I compose myself back together and answer him, "I don't know. I know I'm not going to get an abortion, but I need to tell Jace and figure out if he wants to help me raise it. I can't take care of it myself."
"But Clare, we'll be here for both of you. You don't need that bastard to take care of your child," Jon reasons.
"Yes, Jon, I do."
He nods and I decide to head back to my room. I get in bed and look at my clock 2:27 AM. I drift of to sleep before I know it.
"Clary wake up!" Isabelle yells and I sit up straight expecting a fire, but all I get is a scolding look from her. "Dang, girl it's already twelve and you're still sleeping. Tell me, do pregnant people sleep more? Wait, yes they do, now I remember, but still get up, we're going swimming!"
I look at her like a dog-shaped pimple is growing on her face and then moan and get up. We hear a knock on the door and I yell "Come in!"
Jon comes in with a tray in his hands. He gives me a small smile and sets it in front of me. I look down to see a fruit salad and yogurt. I give him a small smile and thank him as he leaves. He looks back and gives me a reassuring smile.
"Wait, I'm confused. Does he know now?" Izzy asks. I nod and shove a spoonful of fruit in my mouth. "Where was I when this happened?"
"Sleeping and snoring on the floor," I say and shove more in my mouth. She gives a scowl and then steals my yogurt. Then it's my turn to give her a scowl. Here's a tip: Never steal food from a pregnant girl.
An hour later I'm in a stripped/polka dotted bikini. I have blue sunglasses over my eyes, and I desperately trying to put on my blue, rhinestone sandals. Izzy sighs dramatically and helps me. She's wearing a strapless red bikini with matching flip flops. "God, you are hopeless. Luckily I'm here, don't fret," she tells me.
After we're all ready we go to the pool in my backyard. I sit in my lounge chair and work on my tan while Iz swims. Suddenly I feel something next to me vibrate. I pick up my phone and see it's a text from Jace.
Hey, Beautiful ;) so I was thinking that maybe after I play some soccer we can meet Taki's. ~J
I call Izzy over and show her the text. "Oh, this is a perfect time you can tell him! And I can even dress you up to make you look fabulous!" she squeaks.
"Iz, last time you made me look fabulous I ended up with a baby," I tell her.
"Oh Please, Clary! Come on! I want to make you look good before he might leave you. I-I mean to show him how lucky he is to have you. Please Clary!" she begs again.
"Ok, but I get to have some say in it, ok? And what time is it?" I ask.
She nods frantically. "It's like around one thirty." I nod and I text back Jace.
You'd call me beautiful even if I looked like a hobo but thanx :). You're not that bad looking yourself handsome ;) & yes I would luv that. How 'bout at 3 or 4? ~ C
I send it and get a reply a minute later.
Yes, b/c no matter wat 2 me u r always beautiful. & of course I am handsome. Hell, I'm like a Greek god. U could never stay away from my gorgeous looks & abs ;) & I'll be there 3. See ya l8ter. I love you~ J
I let out a small gigglearrogance, and type I quick reply.
I Love You Too :) ~ C
I'm so full of happiness that I can worry about me telling him about our child when the time comes.
Izzy drives me to her 'house' to Barbie me up. She orders me to sit in her vanity table while she gets the clothes and stuff. She comes out with some shopping bags from yesterday. "Ok, Clary, I bought you some outfits yesterday for occasions like this because I know you couldn't be as stylish as me, so I decided to help you out," she says and brings a billion of different choices.
"Oh! How about this one?" she asks and shows me what looks to be a pink bra.
"Yeah, um, hell no," I tell her. We go through a bunch of outfit until we finally decide on a lose strapless orange shirt with a black belt below the breasts. We always decide on outlined faded shorts.
"I have the perfect shoes for this outfit!" she squeaks and goes into her closet. She rummages for about six minutes until she comes with bright orange heels that are about 9 inches long. Hell. No. "Oh hell to the no! I am not wearing those death traps." I go to rummage through the bags until I find the perfect sandals. "Now, these will do."
Izzy huffs and throws the shoes back in the closet. She straightens my hair and then curls it, and I have to admit, it looks amazing. She adds two orange, bejeweled bows on one side of my hair. One on top of the other. She lightly does my make up and then I'm done. I get up to leave until she screeched "Wait! Here," she tosses me a sparkly orange bag in the shape of a bow. "You can't leave with out a bag. Now, shoo your man is waiting." I let out a small laugh and leave. "Good luck!" she calls when I'm downstairs.
Thanks Izzy, I think, I'll need it.
I see Jace's golden hair from a mile away in my car. I smile to myself and know that for right now I can call him mine. Let's hope that doesn't change. I park my car outside of Take's, a fast food place that looks like a prison but has amazing food. I get out and Jace sees me. He smiles and I feel like his smile can make anything better. I scan him and see he is wearing Nike shoes faded jeans and… a wet soccer shirt. I laugh and he raises an eyebrow. Damn I need to learn how to do that. "What's with the soccer training shirt?" I ask him.
"I accidently forgot my spare shirt and had to wear this. Unless, of course, you would want me walking around Manhattan without a shirt. I mean, that wouldn't be a problem at all, but I think I would blind people with my amazing upper body," he smirks. I giggle and smack his arm, and then realize I just got his sweat all over my hand. I wipe it off on his jeans before he laughs. "Oh, you don't like my sweat?"
He opens his arms demanding a hug and I shriek and run away, but he's too fast for me. With my back against his chest and his arms around my waist he spins me around while I laugh and savor the moment. He puts me down and I turn to face him. I grab his face and bring him down but before our lips touch I whisper, "I don't mind your sweat." Then I bring his lips to mine and curl my hands in his hair. His hair is sweaty and wet but I don't mind as it curls around my fingers perfectly.
We stay there in our embrace until we both have to breathe. He smirks and says, "I told you, you couldn't resist my godly like good looks." I roll my eyes and lead him inside.
We pick a two-person booth and sit across from each other. He looks at menu while he rubs my hands under the table. The waitress, a girl named Kaelie, comes. "Hi, I'm Kaelie. Welcome to Taki's. What can I get you?" she asks dreamily looking at Jace. You know, after a while of girls swooning around your boyfriend, you kind of get used to it.
He smirks and answers her, "I'll have bacon and cheese burger with fries and a chocolate milkshake. My lady will have the sa-"
I stop him. "Actually, I'll have a fruit salad with pink lemonade." She scowls at me but nods and leaves. I know that I have to eat and stay healthy for this baby growing inside me. Whatever I eat, it eats.
I look at Jace to see him confused. "I don't get it. We always get the same thing," he says.
"I just wanted a fruit salad, you know?" I reply.
"Bullshit Clary. I know that if you ever get the chance at fat, you go at it. In fact, if you're trying to lose weight you don't need to. You're as skinny as a stick. And either ways you're beautiful," he replies. You won't be thinking that in a couple of months I think. "So," he continues. "Why did you order that?"
Now or never I think and start fidgeting.
"Ok, Jace. I need to tell something, but please don't freak out, or get mad at me, just, please don't."
"Why would I get mad?" he asks confused.
"Just, Please don't leave me," I whisper.
I suck in a big breath and look at him in the eyes. I stare at his beautiful gold one and hope that soon there will be understanding in them. "Jace, I'm carrying your baby. You're going to be a father."
A/N: yes I stopped it there! Mwahahahhaha! But do not fret I might update either Friday or… in a long time! Let's hope mother doesn't work on Friday! Yes, now that was fun to write! Remember to check out the outfits. Also, if you like this, review this, favorite this, and send it to eighty two of your closest friends… you could win a slice of cheese! :)
Updated day: April 6, 2011 :)