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Waking up to bright sun rays, Clary yawned as she rolled over. Last night was a beautiful dream, a dream she didn't want to leave. Sitting up slowly, she smelled something being made downstairs. Going to the kitchen she was shocked to see her father making breakfast. "Clary dear, happy birthday!"
He happily exclaimed, Clary furrowed her eyebrows. "Thank you." She said awkwardly, "I know what you're thinking. Why is my dad in here making breakfast? Well I remember that I told you when turned 19, I was going to make the last breakfast you ever had in this house as a reminder of what you're missing when you're gone. Consider this, me keeping my word."
Clary coughed, there was no surprise. Why did she begin to think that he could possibly be doing this out of the kindness of his heart? "Because he doesn't have one."
After eating the heart made breakfast…alone, Clary decided to head to Simon's. It was no point in being in the house with someone who doesn't even want to acknowledge her. Simon of course gave her one of the biggest happy birthday hugs ever, if he wasn't her friend Clary would've fought him off. He took her to her room where he gave her, her gift. It was big sketch book pad, with sketching pencils, and 200 colors pencils in a million colors.
Clary took the gift, and had the biggest smile she could muster. Sitting on her bed, she had the pad in her hand and decided to draw something out to pass the time by. "So what are you going to draw?" Simon asked shoving his mouth with nerds. Clary thought about it, what could she draw. There was nothing that really was inspiring to her at the moment. When her mother taught Clary to draw it had been about happiness, and colors. But ever since she lived with her dad, all she saw was dull, lifeless colors…like him.
Sighing she took a breath and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know Simon." "Well you could draw me, I would love to be your muse." Simon gloated; Clary smirked and shook her head. "No way, all you wouldn't even take up half the page and that's a life size portrait." She joked; Simon rolled his eyes.
"Oh whatever, all of sudden I'm the little puny kid since Jace stepped on the block." Clary gasped and looked at Simon with wide eyes, "What?" He asked confused, Clary hurriedly grabbed a pencil out of her box. "Oh I see what's going on. Someone finally found inspiration. What is it with this guy?"
"He's not just a guy Simon." She answered back, Clary took a breath and cleared her mind. As soon as she did, she saw Jace. His sculpted body, blonde hair, and honey skin. "It's as if he isn't a regular shadow hunter. You see him and everything is a burst of color."
Clary took a breath and began to draw, sketch, and outline every detailed part of her mind. Normally Clary's drawing would be strict and bold, but these lines were smooth and thin as if she didn't want to hurt him by pressing down on the pencil to hard.
Clary felt weird, she never had the feeling of calm or serene when she drew. It was just something to pass time by. But now it was different, it was like she could see everything more clearer. Her drawing breezed by on the paper. "He looks at you as if he's never seen a human before…they're so deep and captivating."
Finishing drawing his pupils she re-rounded them, lost in the swirls. "I've never seen such eyes." Simon took a cleared his throat, brining Clary out of her thoughts.
"Should I leave you and the sketch pad alone?" He teased, Clary smirked.
"All I'm saying is that…he's different." She coughed some. "Yeah right different. Well then I'm sure you cant wait to meet Mr. Different tonight then."
Clary felt a lump form in her throat. "Tonight, you mean…he's going to be there?" She asked him with uncertainty; "He's Isabelle brothers why wouldn't he?"
Clary couldn't think of a comeback. All of sudden she became dizzy, she couldn't see or think straight. Jace was going to be at the party. Her party. She was going to finally meet him, he was going to see her for the first time. Everything had to be perfect.
And Simon was right, since Jace is Isabelle brother doesn't that mean he would live with them. Oh no. Not only is he going to be at the party, but he's going to be at her house.
Standing up and looking in the mirror, Clary examined herself. How could she possibly meet Jace wearing a green plain turtle neck and Levi's? It practically yelled Nerd, with no life.
"Clary…are you okay?" Simon raised an eyebrow, Clary's mind scrambled for ideas. She couldn't go to Isabelle's risking Jace seeing her like this. "Simon, I need you to do me a favor!" She begged.
Simon shook his head, "Okay." "Isabelle is your girlfriend right."
Simon got the goofiest smile on his face, a smile Clary would like to have when she thought of Jace. "Uh-huh." He said in a dreamily, "Do you think you could tell her to come over here to your house, and we get ready here. You have two bathrooms which both are clean and we could use the guest room. Just tell her that I couldn't get a ride over there, and If I'm going we have to get ready over here."
Simon rubbed his chin, "Hmm, best friend is lying, girlfriend gets to come over to the house, don't have to pay bus fare… I don't see a downside. I'll call her now." Clary smiled and gave Simon the biggest hug...a hug that she was sure Isabelle would approve of.
What a good friend Simon is.! How inspiring and captivating is Jace to Clary's painting.? If only he could be that way to her in real life...or can he? Find out.! Review.! Review.! Review.! Review.! Review.!
