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CLARY AND JACE WILL GET ROMANTIC AT FIFTY! IT'S ALL ON YOU! I'm prepared to write some fluff any time you are, so just give the reviews and off we go! Hey, I'm giving you a tour of the house, right? See what reviews can do?

Now to the longest chapter that I've done for this story!

Clary woke to the sound of loud music coming from the room next to hers. She stumbled out of bed and rubbed sleep from her eyes, looking around for something to put on. Sometime during the night she had kicked off all her clothes and her shoes, leaving her in just her bra and panties. She rooted through her suitcase and pulled out her nightgown that was two years old and as many sizes too small. She forced it over her head and went out in search of a bathroom.

She had just assumed that it would be at the end of the hall, but when she looked, she only saw blank wall. She looked toward the elevator and saw, well, the elevator, but no neighboring door. She was just about to head to the elevator to go downstairs and continue her search when she heard a faintly recognizable voice.

"What are you looking for?" she turned toward it and saw Jace. Jace, she had to admit was really, really attractive. Like, model quality. And he was built. He was wearing only sweatpants that hung low on his hips, and left his torso bare, exposing his washboard abs and extremely well defined pecs and shoulders. His golden hair was sleep tumbled (aka looking super hot), and he had a light pillow mark on his left cheek but was otherwise flawless. Clary suddenly felt like a little girl in her too short nighty and her frizzy hair. She hunched her shoulders and tried to hide behind it.

"Uh, where's the bathroom?" Jace chuckled and swung her door open, leading her inside her room.

For the first time she noticed how large it was. Jace lead her through a total of three rooms, to the very back one where there was a door set into the wall, a door with the word BATHROOM printed across it in caps. Jace gave her a small smile. "I know." He said to her amazed look. "When I came here, I thought I was going to have to share all these rooms with Izzy and Alec, but it turned out it was all for me. Seriously, though, I got lost in this house for weeks. Sometimes I still do."

"It's so big!" Clary exclaimed. "Isabelle told me all the floors and stuff, but I will never be able to find my way around."

"Want me to show you around after breakfast? We won't have time later, because I have to go to soccer, and you have to go to the school orientation." School orientation? She had forgotten about being required to attend school.

"Sure. That would be great." He had his hand on the handle of the door, and he let it swing open.

"Why are you up this early, anyway? You looked pretty beat last night." Clary glanced around the stark white rooms, finally noticing how dark it was outside.

"The music woke me up." Jace looked slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry. That was me. I'm not used to having someone in the room next room me, so I can play all I want."

"No, no. it was beautiful. You play the piano?" Jace nodded.

"My dad made me choose an instrument to play, so I chose that one." He shrugged, trying to sound uncaring, but his face darkened. Again, she wondered what got him into the foster care system.

"What time is it, anyway?" she asked, changing the subject. Best not to get to heart to heart with these people she had just met. Best not to get to heart to heart with anyone, as a matter of fact. Jace shot her a thankful half smile for not pressing him for answers he didn't want to give.

"Four oh clock. Breakfast is in three hours. " he said as he walked out of the room.

After the single best shower she had ever had, using the small white bar of soap and bottles of shampoo and conditioner that looked stolen from a nice hotel (not that she had ever been to a nice hotel, but she had seen movies), Clary pulled on her nicest jeans and least shrunken shirt and decided to explore her room(s) the first one was, obviously, just a bedroom, with a large queen or king sized bed (she didn't know the difference), a white dresser and a door labeled CLOSET. Everything was white in her room. She vaguely remembered Mayrse mentioning something about "leaving her a blank slate to work with", but she hadn't known how intense that blank slate would be. There was literally no color at all in her rooms, except for the stuff that she had brought with her. Clary hated it. Mayrse had said to decorate her room the way she wanted it? Clary was going to decorate the hell out of this place.

Clary moved on to the next room. It had a couch and a TV along with a bar counter and a mini fridge. The bar counter had spouts behind it, but when she went to pull one to see if anything was in it, nothing came out. She got to choose her own drinks. Nice. The next room was totally empty with nothing in it except for a cordless telephone holder mounted on one wall, a door probably leading to Jaces room on one side and another leading to Isabelle's on the other side. At the back of this room was the door to the bathroom, her favorite room out of all.

It had a long white marble sink with two different spouts so two people could wash their hands. A black tile floor with mother of pearl embedded in it was the only non-white thing she had encountered thus far that was intentionally put there. There was a large Jacuzzi tub, and a separate walk-in shower that was one of those showers that hit you with water from three different sides. It was large enough you could fit about five people in there with you and not have to worry about bumping into them. The toilet was in a separate room from that, with a little door that opened onto it so you wouldn't have to smell the… toilet smells while you washed your hands and stuff.

All in all, it was the most awesome room ever.

She looked at the clock. Two and a half more hours until breakfast. She padded out of her room to knock on the door where the music was coming from, but stopped and listened.

He was singing.

For some reason I ended this feeling all sad, though saying that he was singing isn't that sad, is it? Maybe I'm just weird…REVIEW! xoxoxo P.B.M.