Fraywood Chapter 3
Clary went to bed that night with a heavy burden on her shoulders. Even though her mind was tired and drowsy, her body practically screamed for her to stay awake, so she couldn't help but toss and turn in the covers.
Finally, realizing that it was a lost battle, she sat up and ran a hand threw her tangled red curls that were now all over the place. Groaning unhappily, she sat up in bed and threw on a robe over her tank top and pajama bottoms. As quietly as she could, Clary opened the door and tiptoed out into the hall. The institute seemed asleep, and it was eerily quiet.
Carefully making her way through the vast halls, Clary thought of the current situation at hand. She needed her mom back; at the moment she had no time for cheesy love triangles. But apparently she had absolutely no choice in the matter. Even though Clary and her mom never really got along well, she still missed her terribly, and felt guilty remembering all the times she had argued with Jocelyn. But now was not the time to mope around in self-pity.
Now is not the time for ridiculous boys either. She thought, and then suddenly realized she was lost. Looking around, Clary didn't recognize any of it. Great. Just fucking fantastic. She considered going down one of the corridors, but she didn't really want to get any more lost. She couldn't back track her way, because she didn't pay attention.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. "Are you lost? I can show you back, if you want. I couldn't sleep very well either."
Clary whipped her head around. "Alec? What are you doing awake?"
She heard him snort from somewhere in the shadows. "Same as you." Finally, he stepped out of the darkness. His black hair was messy and sleep mussed, and his blue eyes still had a sleepy look in them, but they still shined with an ever burning light. He wore a t-shirt and sweat pants, and he had socks on.
He sleeps in socks? That's interesting…Considering Clary never really liked having much on her while she slept. She always liked the feel and freedom of the bed sheets.
"I don't really want to go back to my room, since I can't sleep…" Alec nodded in understanding, and beckoned her to follow him. Out of curiosity, and the urge to simply follow him around (which she most certainly would never admit) she did just that.
He abruptly stopped and turned around. "You should take my hand, so you don't fall over anything." Clary smiled and nodded, taking his large pale hand in her small blue veined one. Alec seemed to almost smile, and gently squeezed it a little tighter. Leading her off into an unfamiliar hallway, she watched him out of the corner of her eye. Clary was currently not in the mood for unexpected kisses. Nope, not one tiny little bit. Not that she would have minded if he kissed her again….
STOP IT CLARY. NO NO NO NO NOOO. Before she could argue with herself any more, Alec opened a massive wooden door leading into what she assumed to be the library. Not once letting go of her hand, he guided her to a bookshelf. She watched him run his finger over the books, obviously looking for something, until he finally found a dark blue book with golden letters.
Clary looked over his shoulder, unknowingly letting her red hair fall on his chest. "Shadowhunters Codex." She read out loud. "Why would I need that?"
Alec shrugged. "You should learn some runes. I don't want anything happening to you, and unfortunately I can't be by your side at all times." She blushed, and looked into Alec's eyes. They were so close, their noses were touching and Clary could feel his warm breath on her face. Her eye's unconsciously drifted to his thin, pale lips. She felt his long eyelashes flutter shut and leaned in. When his lips met hers, it wasn't like the first passionate kiss. It was sweet, and gentle and loving. Like ,she was floating on clouds. She felt like a little girl, with butterflies in her stomach. Clary felt a pair of hands go up her stomach, touching her chest, and finally to the back of her neck encouraging her for more. She did just that, and a couple seconds later they were facing each other with Alec's hands resting on her bum and her hands tangled in his black hair. A sheet of paper probably couldn't have fit between them. Their lips where still moving on each other, but Clary could still feel Alec trying to control himself. She pulled away.
"Clary, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
She put a finger on his lips. "It's ok… I just… It's confusing. I want to get closer to finding my mom before I pursue a relationship with anybody…"
"Jace doesn't seem to understand that."
"Neither do you."
"Clary, you have to choose sometime."
"…..I know. I'll give you an answer in… a week."
"You do realize that I'm still going to try and kiss you every time your alone, right?"
"…..Alexander Gideon Lightwood, you frustrate me."
"I love you too."
"Okay, now your spending too much time with Jace." At this, Alec smiled.
0.O.0.O.0.O.0.O
When they got back to Clary's room, Alec tucked her gently under the covers and lovingly kissed her forehead, brushing a red curl out of her face. "Goodnight, Clary."
"Goodnight, Alec."
When Clary woke up the next morning, she found herself in a giddy mood. For once, when she looked in the mirror, there weren't bags under her eyes and the usual green sparkle that she had missed had come back to life. She happily washed up and after dressing in shorts and a t-shirt, she practically skipped downstairs to the kitchen.
"Why are you so happy, Ms. Fray?" Jace smiled at her. Clary rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Then she noticed what he was making.
"You can make eggs?"
"Yep." He handed her a plate, and she sat down at the large table.
"Clary doesn't like eggs." Their conversation was interrupted by Alec. Clary vaguely wondered how he knew that, but decided at the moment she didn't want to hurt Jace's feelings.
"Of course I like eggs. Here." She took the fork and stuffed it in her mouth, chewed, and swallowed. Thank goodness Jace didn't see through her façade, for he turned around and triumphantly looked at Alec. But, of course Alec knew what Clary did and was currently trying to contain his laughter.
"Dammit, I'm late for a demon killing! See you guys later!" And with that he ran out. Alec turned to Clary, who after Jace left, hadn't even attempted to touch her eggs and absently pushed them around her plate.
"Your innocence kills me sometimes, red." Clary shot him a glare, and he simply arched an eyebrow in challenge.
"Shut up."
"Oh, so after a romantic night under the moonlight where I kissed you, youre now back to being a little spitfire? My my, someone's a little moody. Lady problems? I know Isabelle's a total bitch at least once a month."
Clary stomped up to him, jabbing a finger at his chest. Through her teeth, she snarled, "And one second you're a little sweetheart and the next you're a cocky little bastard? Look in the mirror, Lightwood." Before she could finish her insults, Alec grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up, and Clary reflexively wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms clinging tightly around his neck so she wouldn't fall. Alec looked lovingly up at her
"Put me down."
"I would, but… How bout no? I should kiss you instead."
"No, Alec.
"Yes, Alec." His blue eyes glinted mischievously and he started planting butterfly kisses from her shoulder to her jaw. She felt him smile against her skin and his warm, comforting breaths made her heart beat faster.
She sighed. "I will never understand you, you know."
"I guess that makes it all the more exciting, doesn't it?" Clary laughed a little and gently rubbed her nose with his. Alec kissed her nose and carried her over to the counter and sat her down.
"What are you doing?" She asked. He pulled out a box from a cabinet.
"Can't let you go hungry, can we? Unless, of course, you want more eggs." And with that, he handed her a donut, biting into his own. They ate in silence. Not the awkward kind, but the comfortable kind where you could just sit there and your mind be at peace.
o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o
"OMG Simon, look I think Alec has a crush!" Isabelle said, as she and Simon peeked through the hole that her rune made. They both watched the whole kitchen scene unfold. "#TEAM ALEC!" Simon didn't say anything, just watched as Clary and Alec talked to each other. Anyone could see the way they looked at each other, as if they were the only two people in the world. It hurt, it really, truly hurt.
"Simon, which team?" Isabelle asked. Wow, he did NOT imagine Isabelle as a romantic girl, but he guessed considering this was her brother first crush she went into teenage-girl-mode. Unfortunately, he couldn't say 'Team Simon', so he just nodded, agreeing with Isabelle. If he did have to see Clary with someone else, he would rather it be Alec than Jace. Jace was a player with most girls, and yes, he did have a special interest in Clary, but Simon would never trust him. Yes, Clary would always be better off with Alec, who was more likely to have serious feelings for her.
Though, he wished he had a chance. He was always the one there for Clary, but she never seemed to see him as any more than her best friend, or a brother.
"Is this the first time Alec's ever dated anyone?" He asked, out of sudden curiosity. Isabelle seemed taken aback, her lively black eyes were arguing with themselves.
"I…I don't know." Isabelle looked away from him, avoiding any farther conversation. "So, when are we gonna start on the T-shirts?"
"Are you seriously thinking about that?"
"Yep, I'll give it to Clary on her birthday!" Isabelle replied with a smirk.
"This is Twilight all over again…" Simon muttered, remembering the phase Clary went through and her obsession with who Bella picked. "Although this time it's more real."
o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o
Clary was currently laying on her bed, sketching a picture of Alec. His messy black hair was shiny, and almost royal blue eyes had the usual twinkle in him. She drew him shirtless, focusing on the runes and scars as they flicked and curved over his pale, lean and muscled chest. They lightwood ring hang from his neck. She carefully exaggerated the long black eyelashes that curled up beautifully. He had silvery white wings that she carefully detailed with feathers.
A knock on her door interrupted her drawing, and she didn't bother closing her sketchbook when she went to open it and see who it was.
Alec stood there, in a black button up shirt that had two or three undone, so it showed some of his chest. The lightwood ring hung from his neck, and his hair looked freshly washed and shining. His pale skin gleamed a fresh, healthy glow, as did his eyes. There were still tiny little water droplets in them.
"What are you-"
"Follow me." He smiled, taking her hand before she could protest. "Didn't think I'd forget your birthday, would I?"
Yea, I want her birthday to be special. I'm working on it on both fics. Like the book, I want it to be unforgettable and exciting so it might take a couple days. I'm also working on a prologue for this story, as requested, to show everyone when Alec first starts getting feelings for Clary. Well, anyways, please remember to review! : )
