Hey y'all! Sorry for the slowish update, I've been out of town and this is literally the first chance I've had. In any case, this is supposed to be a funny chapter, and it's decently long. I hope you enjoy it ~

The remainder of the car ride was… awkward, to say the very least. Alec continued to be jealous and angry for the rest of the drive, and got even angrier at Magnus when he refused to stop for the night and just said that they should "sleep in the car and drive in shifts" because the lack of predictability was "half the fun to a road trip." Simon took the next shift in the car and Isabelle cuddled next to him. Alec sat next to Isabelle and entirely across the car from Magnus because he did not want to sit anywhere near him. The music stopped playing and the party air was gone from the car. It was extremely uncomfortable, Clary thought, but she knew that she was not helping the situation by being angry at Jace for abandoning her to room with Magnus. It wasn't Jace's fault, she knew, but she still felt she had the right to be angry with him. Alec's relationship troubles shouldn't be giving her and Jace relationship problems.

When they finally got there, groggy, tired, and incredibly irritated, they rolled out of the car and Magnus went to check them in. "We have three rooms with king size beds. Can we change that?" he asked, knowing that Clary was not going to want to share a bed with him and, more than anything, not wanting to think of his Alexander sharing a bed with his former crush. The lady looked at him with a blank expression on her face.

"Let me check on that."

Magnus nodded, looking completely and entirely exhausted. The others knew how they felt. It had been a long day for all of them, but having spent the brunt of the day driving as well as the emotional toll of fighting with Alec had given Magnus an incredible amount of tiredness.

"We only have the rooms you reserved," the woman said, bringing him back to reality. Oh well, he thought, too tired to argue. Jace was Alec's brother, he tried to comfort himself, and he was straight. And Magnus was so sleepy that he didn't even care what really happened with himself and Clary. He just wanted to collapse into a bed somewhere.

Finally, they each went to their rooms for the night. Isabelle, tired but not too tired, yanked on Simon's hand. Simon smiled. He still, even after all this time, could not believe that the most beautiful girl in the world wanted to be with him. Isabelle was all Simon ever wanted and more, and every day he remembered something new about her- or old, depending on how he looked at it- and his love for her did nothing but grow, and he could feel that he was special to her too. They hadn't said the L-word yet- too early for that, Simon thought, considering the situation, and considering the fact that Isabelle didn't believe in true love- but Simon knew that he was special to her, too. He could feel it in the way she held his hand, as if she were lifting him up. He could feel it in the way she kissed him, with a kind of loving tenderness that came with a roughness that told him that she knew that he was not breakable. He could hear it in the way she laughed at his nerdy jokes; see it in the look in her eyes when she gazed at him; he could smell it in the perfume that she wore every day simply because Simon had told her that she liked it once.

As soon as they got to the room, before Simon knew it or could even say her beautiful name- Isabelle, Isabelle, Isabelle- she was kissing him, that tender yet strangely rough kiss that was hard to describe to someone who had never been kissed, never been cared for by Izzy. He reciprocated without hesitation, his tongue beginning to explore her mouth as soon as she granted him access after teasing him for what seemed like an insanely long time. She liked to tease him, he thought, but it was totally worth it when Izzy tasted like sweetness and strawberries and perfection, and, more than anything, love. His mind could only reel with joy and one word- Isabelle, Isabelle, Isabelle- until she pulled away from him and smiled, her hands still on his shoulders. He shot her a look of confusion, thinking that maybe he had done something wrong.

"Simon?" She phrased it as a question, it was not a statement. Simon was shocked. Isabelle was usually so sure, but right now she had a look of vulnerability on her face that made Simon afraid that he might break her if he held on too hard. He gulped.

"Yeah?"

She stuck her tongue through her lips and licked them, but not in a way as if she were intending to be sexy, but rather in a way that was unsure, uncertain.

"I have… something to tell you." Her big brown fawn eyes gazed down and looked nervously at the floor beneath their feet, Isabelle's heel grinding into the hardwood floor that seemed to be the only thing holding Simon onto Earth besides Izzy's hands still on his shoulders. He gulped again.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

He knew he was the first person that she had ever said that to, regardless of how many people she had dated, touched, kissed previously to them. He was the only one that she truly loved. And then, he knew. He could tell her the truth.

"I love you too, Isabelle." She kissed him again, pushing him down to the bed as she did so, and the only thing reeling through his mind was still Isabelle, Isabelle, Isabelle.

I love you.

Jace's life sucked. It really, really sucked. Alec was the single worst bed partner he ever could have asked for. Magnus always described Alec as a cuddler, but apparently that was only the case when Alec actually wanted to cuddle with you. At first, Jace was just going to take the floor, but then when Alec suggested that he take the floor, saying that he understood if Jace was uncomfortable sharing the bed with a gay man, Jace knew he was going to have to share the bed with Alec or he was going to think that the reason he didn't want to share was his adoptive brother's sexuality. In reality, the reason was this.

Alec stole all the blankets.

Alec kicked. Alec basically took up the whole bed. Jace was clinging, half his body on the edge of the be and the other hanging off it with his arm on the ground. It was truly a sight to see.

He loved his parabatai, though, and so he could bear it. He would take this if it would make Alec more comfortable with his sexuality and more secure in the fact that Jace was there for him no matter what.

Jace finally decided that he was able to make it work if he slept curled into a ball in the corner of the mattress facing towards Alec. However, when he heard a loud grunt and suddenly felt Alec's fist in his face, aching, he decided that he wasn't going to take this anymore. Swearing that he would explain to his parabatai in the morning, he rolled onto the floor, taking his own pillow with him and pulling a stolen blanket off Alec. Alec grunted loudly in protest, but did not wake up.

"Yeah, that's for punching me in the face, asshole," Jace mutered, curling up on the floor to sleep.

About ten minutes later, Alec was loudly snoring away, keeping Jace awake. It was time to leave the room. He was not going to take this anymore.

"I think you should make up with Alec," Clary informed Magnus from the floor of the fantasy suite that Magnus had bought for himself and his boyfriend. Clary was swimming in rose petals that adorned the floor of the room and was feeling woozy from the disgustingly red romantic wallpaper that was on the wall. The Jaccuzi in the corner would go unused tonight.

"I know what you think. Go to sleep, biscuit. He and I will talk in the morning." He let out an exhausted sigh. He was sleepy, while at the same time being very sad that he would be getting any sleep tonight.

"I know you know, but I want you to hear me." Clary's voice bordered on a whine.

"Please, biscuit, be quiet and go to sleep."

"Just promise me that you will make up with Alec." Clary, too, was sad that she would be getting sleep tonight.

"Yes biscuit. I hear you. I understand what you are saying. I'm not stupid. Goodnight."

"I never said you were stupid!"

"Clarissa. Be quiet and let me sleep."

"I know, I just… want to make sure that we have a good trip. And in order to have a good trip, we all have to be happy. And in order to be happy, we all have to get along. And in order to get along, you and Alec have to…"

"CLARISSA. CLOSE YOUR MOUTH OR I WILL CLOSE IT FOR YOU. I NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP, DARLING. THANK YOU." Magnus sounded incredibly upset. Clary almost felt bad that he was hurt over his fight with Alec, but she really just wanted to make sure that she would get to be with Jace the next night, and to do that she had to ensure that Alec and Magnus stopped fighting. Talking to Magnus, she believed, was her only option.

"Wow… you're in a bad mood." As soon as she had said it, she heard a snap of Magnus's fingers and felt a strange sensation in the area of her mouth. When she tried to open her mouth to ask Magnus what he had done, she found that she couldn't. Her mouth didn't hurt, it just wouldn't open.

"Sorry I had to do that, Clarissa, but I need to sleep and I asked you nicely multiple times. I'll open it in the morning." He was stern with her. Clary could not believe that Magnus would do that to her. He had always been so kind to her… in a much gentler voice, one that sounded aged and exhausted, he then said, even if it was just to make her feel a little better,

"Good night, biscuit."

Clary was later woken up by a rapping noise on the door. When she stood up and opened the door for the figure standing outside, she smiled brightly.

Jace, she tried to say, but then realized that she still couldn't talk. So she gave him this closed-mouth smile, vaguely aware that she looked like an idiot.

"Alec snores and kicks and is a ridiculously bad roommate. Can I sleep in here?"

Clary kept smiling.

"What's wrong?" Jace looked concerned. Clary was rarely quiet.

Clary ran back into the room, further confusing Jace. He was a little less confused once she came back with a pad and paper, scrawling,

MAGNUS SHUT MY MOUTH SO HE COULD SLEEP

Jace chuckled, and that chuckle soon turned to a laugh.

"It's okay… I don't plan to… talk…" Jace said, and gave her a kiss that she thought probably was supposed to involve tongue, but came out more as Clary clenching her mouth together and Jace trying with all his might to pry it open. It was not graceful. Clary chuckled as best she could and puled Jace's hand in the room, and pretty soon they were all asleep, wrapped up in each other, because Clary wasn't good for doing much else but cuddling at the moment.

Magnus slept soundly that night.

Did y'all like the Sizzy? I basically d'awwed while I was writing it. The next chapter will involve breakfast the next morning (and Clary's attempt to eat it). I really hope that you enjoyed this chapter, I had a lot of fun writing it! Please leave a review with things you liked, didn't like, want me to write about, etc. I really appreciate the support!