Thank you to everyone who read the first chapter and followed/favorited and reviewed. It made my heart v happy. This chapter is kinda short and a lil bit of a filler but we need some build up going on here friends. I apologize for any mistakes, (I noticed there were a couple in the last chapter, my bad, I just get tired of editing and kind of give up half way thru so ya) Enjoy and let me know if you have any questions/clarity issues.

Chapter 2

When Simon and Clary returned to the apartment after watching the movie, they were faced with what could only be described as a fashion warzone. There were sewing patterns and various fabrics strewn all over the floor and a very frazzled looking Magnus was hunched over his sewing machine.

Clary stopped Simon very abruptly and whispered, "Shhh, what ever you do, don't make a sound. You don't want to be caught in the crossfire when he's 'creating,'" Clary gestures towards the frenzied Magnus.

The pair tiptoed quietly towards Clary's bedroom and only when the door was locked did Simon speak, "I'm so very frightened for the day when Magnus runs out of glitter."

Clary gasped audibly, "I never want to hear you utter those words again, Lord knows that what he would do."

Simon planned on staying for the week on Clary and Magnus' couch then leaving the Monday after the reunion, so he had plenty of time to catch up with Clary.

"So", he began, "What's the plan for the week?"

"Well I do have to go into the studio in the mornings but afternoons are free for whatever your little heart desires." Clary informed him as she flung herself onto her bed.

Simon made his way over as well, not without tripping over a mountain of socks and a stay easel. Clary flicked on the television. It was tuned to an entertainment channel and they were featuring an interview with none other than Jace Wayland. Just as Clary was about to change the channel Simon snatched the remote out of her hand.

"Yo, what are you playing at bro give it back," Clary squealed as she reached over wildly trying to grasp the remote. Much to her annoyance Simon held it high above his head. "Oh now we're playing the short card are we?"

Simon chuckled, "Stop being crazy, I just want to see if he mentions anything about the reunion."

"Or maybe you just have a secret undying love for Jace," Clary muttered under her breath, while returning to her side of the bed.

Simon whispered back, "Nope that's you my dear friend."

Clary, stunned momentarily by the accusation recovered quickly with an almighty "Hell no."

"I know, I'm just teasin' ya kid, it's so easy to get a rise out of you, I love it." Simon replied, "Now let's watch and see what the pop wad says."

Clary glared over at him but couldn't stop the giggle that escaped her, when Simon referred to Jace as a 'pop wad'.

They had missed the first half of the interview but it seemed as thought they had simply talked about his new single/album and the upcoming tour he was about to go on. The interviewer continued on, "So, we've heard some rumors that you're in New York this week to attend a high school reunion?"

Jace flashed a charming smile towards the woman, "Yes, it may seem a bit weird but I'm really looking forward to catching up with some old friends."

He dazzled the woman, Clary could tell, he conducted himself in such a personable and humble way that Clary could still see the boy he was back in high school. He had always been popular; his good looks helped him gain the attention of the female population even back then. It was odd to Clary though as he never took part in the antics of the popular crowd, sure he hung around them sometimes, but he always seemed to be absent from the cruel jokes and snide remarks that were being handed out left, right and center. Jace could more often than not be found hanging out with Alec and Isabelle. They were a somewhat elusive group and kept to themselves, with only Jace branching out every now and then. Again, having only ever spoken to Jace in their final year of chemistry, she gathered most of her information through observation.

The interviewer pressed on, "That's wonderful, I'm sure they're all looking forward to seeing you again too, who wouldn't be?"

At this point Clary and Simon both jokingly raised their hands.

"That's very nice of you to say, I hope so too, there's a couple people that I've been really thinking about lately and I truly hope we get back in touch." Jace spoke in such a wishful and sincere manner that Clary's heart fluttered the tiniest bit. Shocked she looked down at chest confusedly, "Wut the hell you doing down there, you barely spoke to him" she thought to herself. Her internal monologue was continued by a little voice saying, "you always were able to make him laugh though, it was you're joking that made him distracted and almost blow up the lab tbh…" the debate continued in her mind "Oh don't you dare go blaming that on me! That was so not my fault."

Simon cut into Clary's training of thought with an utterly perplexed look on his face, "Uh, Clary? Y'alright there girl? You've been staring at your chest for a while now. Are you like, checking yourself out?

Clary looked up startled, "Uh no, that's so weird why would you even say something like that" as she smacked him upside the head. "It's late, Magnus should be in bed by now, you can go sleep on the couch."

"Am I being dismissed?" Simon asked feigning mock hurt.

Clary waved him, nose stuck up in the air, "Yes, now shoo, shoo, this ginger needs her beauty rest."

"No amount of rest can make you beautiful, I'm sorry to say," replied Simon as he backed out of the room, tripping once again on the easel and landing flat on his ass.

"HA! That's what you get for insulting me good sir." Clary squealed.

"You are so strange," Simon muttered picking himself off the floor.

"LOVE YOU SI," Clary screamed as he marched down the hall.

"LOVE YOU TOO CLARE," He screamed equally as loud back.

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P.S. while watching this I binged watched like every darling buds video on youtube…