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Jace's eyes fluttered open slowly. The light peering through the curtains blinded him. His head started throbbing. He quickly covered his face with the soft blanket, blocking any source of light. He opened his eyes to look at the blanket covering his face. It was purple. He didn't own a purple blanket last time he checked. Where was he?

God, please let me not be in some random chick's house, he internally begged.

He glanced down at himself. He wasn't naked, that was a good sign. But he wasn't wearing the shirt he had remembered putting on the night before. He was wearing his old New York Giants t-shirt. It was the shirt he had given Clary to wear when they had went to the game together months ago.

Wait.

Clary.

He uncovered himself quickly, ignoring his better judgment of staying under. He looked around him to find himself in Clary's basement. He must have slept on her couch because that is where he was lying. The light from the window made his head hurt more. He sat up, staring at Clary's door across the way from him. He couldn't avoid her again. But he wasn't sure what even happened last night. He shook his head slowly and immediately regretting it afterwards.

How did he even get to Clary's after the party? What was going on?

He didn't hear anything coming from her room, but she was most likely in there. He got up slowly, scared he would become too dizzy quickly. He looked back at the couch. He folded the purple blanket, which gave him a good reason to go in her room to talk to her. He walked over to her door and hesitated. He reached for the door knob slowly and stopped.

What if something happened last night that he didn't remember? What if…

And as if a light bulb had flickered on in his head… He was in this exact spot last night.

"You're drunk, Jace. Go to bed."

"That doesn't change anything though." He said. She took a step into the room, until Jace caught up with her. She turned around and looked at his face.

"It changes everything. You won't remember a thing tomorrow – and I will."

"The fact that I'm drunk doesn't change –"

"It does, please just stop –"

"Let me finish what I was saying, Fray."

He took a deep breath in. "The fact that I'm drunk doesn't change the fact that I've wanted to kiss you again for months now. It doesn't change the fact that you're all I could be able to think about ever since we first kiss three months ago. And it also doesn't change that I feel something for you, Clary."

He blinked. He kissed her last night. Again. He mentally scolded himself.

Instead of turning the doorknob, he lifted his hand and knocked instead. He heard nothing from the other side of the door. His brows furrowed together, confused. He knocked again. Still nothing. His hand reached for the doorknob and turned it, opening the door. Her bed was made neatly but Clary was nowhere in sight. In the corner of the room laid his shirt he wore last night. He walked over to it, picking it up off the floor and glanced at Clary's alarm clock near her bed. 12: 34 P.M. There goes his morning. No wonder Clary wasn't around. He placed the blanket on her bed neatly, put his shoes on and left out the door.

Clary sipped from her straw and looked up at her best friend. Isabelle was staring out into space with a stupid smile on her face. Clary was obviously missing something.

The girls were at the mall in the food court, eating their lunch. Isabelle had called her up telling her she had to tell her the rest of her eventful night, yet Clary hadn't heard it since they got to the mall.

"So," Clary started. "What's this thing you have to tell me? What happened last night?"

Isabelle looked at her friend, surprised at the question. "Oh!" She exclaimed. She smiled and lowered her head to whisper. "Simon and I made up last night after he explain everything to me and guess who walks in on us!" She leaned back into her chair waiting for Clary's answer. Clary pondered for a minute before her eyes grew wide.

"Your mom?" She exclaimed.

Isabelle rolled her eyes. "God no," she picked up a French fry from her tray. "Guess again."

She thought carefully before coming to realization. "Oh my god, Sebastian?"

Isabelle nodded her head, biting into the fry. Clary's mouth dropped slightly, urging her to continue the story. Isabelle cleaned her hands and sighed. "Well, Simon had just finished telling me about his dad –"

"Wait, his dad? What about his dad?"

"I'll tell you that after, let me finish." Isabelle snapped. "And I felt really sympathetic so I went to go hug him. The hug lingered a little longer than I expected and then we had that eye contact and ugh," She smiled. "He told me he still loved me and we kissed." Her hands were covering her heart now. "So romantic. But while we were in the midst of our kiss, Sebastian decided to knock on my door and ruin everything!" She became irritated now. "He knocked first and I didn't do anything because I thought it was Alec or whatever. Then he knocked again and he spoke, which made me freak out and then Simon got confused. Then Sebastian opened the door and he looked shocked, then confused and oh my god." She buried her face into her hands. "It was like an episode of a soap opera."

Clary busted out laughing. "What on earth, you've got to be kidding me! It's like your own fantasy happening in real life."

Isabelle scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest. "Not funny, Clary. I had no idea what to do! It was a nightmare, not a fantasy!"

"Oh, you're being so dramatic, Iz" Clary took a sip of her soda. "I had an eventful night as well."

Isabelle's eyes brighten to the news. "Do tell!"

Clary sighed lightly. "Jace came over last night after the party and was hammered. I didn't know what to do with him. He kept saying he couldn't go home like this, so I let him stay the night."

Isabelle smirked. "Did you guys have sex?"

"Oh my god, Isabelle! No!" Clary blushed. "God, no. He slept on the couch, but he kissed me, yet again, and then was rambling on and on about how he hasn't stopped thinking about me since we first kissed. I was more shocked than anything, and then I remembered he was drunk and will completely forget about everything in the morning. So I've decided that I'm going to act like nothing happened last night because I'm not going to put myself through that kind of emotional damage again."

Isabelle rolled her eyes. "You acting like it didn't happen is giving you emotional damage itself, you idiot." She sighed. "You know, sometimes I think I'm the smart friend."

Clary now rolled her eyes and stole one of Isabelle's French fries, stuffing it in her mouth quickly.

"Oh and speaking of the devil…" Isabelle said lowly. She was looking past Clary, with a plastered smile on her face. "Hey guys!"

Clary's heart started racing as Isabelle got up from her chair and greeted someone behind Clary. She didn't dare turn behind her.

"Hey," she heard a familiar voice. Simon. Oh, thank god. She finally turned back to her friends and suddenly regretted it when she saw who else Simon was with.

Jace wasn't looking at Clary, but at the couple embracing in front of them. Her glance fell to Isabelle and Simon hugging and smiling at each other. Clary almost wanted to gag because it was so cute.

"Oh hey, Clary" Simon greeted her, smiling. Isabelle grabbed his hand and took him to the chair she was once seated on and placed him in the chair next to it. Clary waved slightly to him and watched as Jace sat in the chair next to her. He was looking at her now, smiling.

"Hey," he said, reaching over and grabbing one of Isabelle's French fries. Clary smiled up at him, politely. Did he even remember what happened last night? So many things were running through her mind. She didn't know if she should mention anything. No. She couldn't put herself through this again. Act normal, she reminded herself.

"… We didn't even know you guys were here." Simon was saying loudly, breaking Clary's thoughts. She looked up at Simon, who was taking a sip of Isabelle's drink.

"Let's do something guys." Clary piped in.

All three pairs of eyes looked at her. Isabelle's face lit up and she grinned. "Clary, that's a great idea!"

"What do you have in mind?" Simon inquired.

Clary shrugged. "How about going to the city?"

"I haven't been there in forever! Can we go?" Isabelle looked to Simon with puppy-dog eyes. Simon laughed and nodded. He turned to Jace. "You in?"

Clary looked to Jace, somewhat hopeful he'd say yes. Jace shrugged slightly and then grinned. "Why not?"

Clary's heart started fluttering when he turned to flash his smile at her. This time she smiled back, but it wasn't forced like before. She meant it.

The four kids decided to drive in one car instead of two; something about less gas being used and saving the environment, according to Simon. Clary had rolled her eyes to his comment, but knew deep down that's just how Simon was.

Jace still hadn't said a word to the petite red-head since they had left for their road trip. Unfortunately, they were both sitting next to each other in Simon's beat up Honda that was way too small for comfort. Clary had been looking out the window for a while now, watching the trees pass by quickly as the car sped up. She heard the music in the back ground from the car stereo. She knew this was one of Isabelle's favorite songs.

A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather.

I was praying that you and me might end up together.

She glanced up at the fluffy clouds and how the sun tried peeking through them. She smiled. She could feel the warm essence of the sun beaming through the window of the car. She heard Isabelle start humming the song from in front of her.

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert.

But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven.

She felt Jace shift next to her. She didn't dare look. She didn't want to have awkward eye contact. She wasn't sure if acting normal towards him was the right path. Maybe she should just mention last night. She knew it would make her feel a lot better. She glanced slightly to her left where she could see Jace's hand placed on his right knee. Oh, how she wished he'd grab her hand and just hold it. She shook her head and looked back out into the window.

I don't wanna waste the weekend

If you don't love me, pretend.

She felt a sudden tap on her thigh. She turned to look at Jace, who was looking back at her.

"Can we talk later?" he asked, quietly.

It's like he read her mind. Clary hesitated. What if it has nothing to do with last night?

"About?"

"To be honest?" he looked down at his lap and slowly back up at her. "Last night."

Fuck. He remembered. He had to have remembered. Clary felt her heart stop.

"What about it?" she asked, innocently.

"Everything about it"

A few more hours then it's time to go

As my train rolls down the east coast I wonder how you keep warm.

Clary's eye brows furrowed together but she agreed. A lot of things happened last night… everything is such a broad term. It wasn't enough for her, but she dropped it. For now.

Simon sighed loudly. "This guy in front of us is going fifteen under the limit. What the hell is his problem? At this rate, we'll be lucky to make it to the city before rush hour."

"You need to calm down, Simon. There's no rush." Isabelle soothed.

It's too late to cry, too broken to move on.

"That's still no excuse to be going under the speed limit!" Simon's voice rose. "This is ridiculous."

"Si, we're good. Just chill," Jace spoke up, resting a hand on Simon's shoulder. "Just be patient, man."

Clary heard Simon take a deep breath in and then out. He nodded. "Okay, fine."

"We're almost there," Isabelle said. She reached her hand over to Simon's free arm and rubbed it gently. "We're doing great on timing. No need to break out road-rage Simon."

Simon laughed a bit. "Okay, okay guys. I get it. I'm good."

Clary smiled slightly; relieved she didn't need to intervene.

And still I can't let you be, most nights I hardly sleep.

Don't take what you don't need from me.

Clary looked back out the window. She watched as the car passed a sign stating eleven more miles to New York City. She smiled. She couldn't even remember the last time she came out to the city. She must have been about five when she came with her mother and her brother. It was right after their father left them. Her mother had decided they needed some time away from their normal routine.

"What the fuck…" She heard Simon mumble. His voice got louder, more alarmed. "What the fuck is this guy doing?"

It's just a drop in the ocean, a change in the weather.

I was praying that you and me might end up together.

Everything after that was a blur. Clary heard screams coming from Isabelle. Jace was yelling at Simon to look out. And before they knew it, the car adjacent to them hit them, sending the car into a 360 spin. Clary held on to the seat in front of her and looked over at Jace, panicking. He was turning to look at her as the car slipped down the hill towards the trees. He yelled her name, but Clary couldn't hear anything over Isabelle's screaming. The car came to a startling halt as it made contact with a tree. Clary's head hit the window and Isabelle's screaming finally stopped.

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven.

The music was the last thing Clary heard before she blacked out.