A/N: Yes, I am a legend, I will admit it. Chapter four here we go. This will include their date!

Previously;

'Okay, don't judge, this is my room,' before he twisted the door knob and swung it open to reveal his room.

Jace's door swung open and Clary walked to the centre spinning in a circle examining everything within sight. Jace's room was bare, and even he knew that, there was his bed, a dress for clothes, a few books here and there, but that was about it.

She gazed thoughtfully at everything, learning all she could, he watched her leaning against the door way.

She turned to face him, 'Jace Herondale, you are so plain, yet so perplexing. And I will admit, it kind of scares me.'

'Why do you say that?' He wondered over to her in the middle of the room.

'Because anyone so plain on the surfaces is usually the most confusing person, you would have a really big secret, something no one knows,' she put her hands on her hips and looked him in the eye unflinchingly. He stared down at her, how can someone so small have no much force? Jace thought to himself.

'You're right, I do have a big secret, and it's something I will only ever admit to myself and I'll blame myself for the rest of my life,' he looked at her solemnly, he eyes as green as emeralds staring to his eyes as pure as gold.

'It's weird,' she muttered to herself, 'Never seen that eye colour before,' their faces so close, bodies nearly aligned against each other, some kind of magnetic pull to her, that's what he felt.

He glanced at the clock, one of the only things on his bed side table other than a lamp, it was saying quarter to six, 'Do you want dinner now?' he looked back to her eyes and she nodded her head, grabbing her hand in her hand in his and leading her back to the kitchen.

He put a hand on the small of her back and pushed her to a stool while he went to work preparing cheese sandwiches.

She chuckled under her breath and he looked up from buttering the bread, 'What are you laughing at?' he watched as she continued to giggle.

'Well, we are having,' she picked up a slice of cheese, 'cheese sandwiches?' she giggled again, 'I was expecting something elaborate and fancy, something you probably didn't cook yourself.'

'If it makes you feel better you can watch me make the sandwiches and then you'll know I made them, besides, it's really the only thing I know how to cook,' he looked at her sheepishly.

She stopped laughing and looked at him with a kind of admiration, 'Continue on then,' she placed her chin in her hands and watched him finish the sandwiches, set them on two separate plates and walked to the table, a few candles lit already, in the middle of the kitchen and lounge room. They sat opposite each other and talked while picking at heir dinners.

'This is actually really good,' she praised and smiled.

'I told you, don't doubt the awesomeness of Jace Herondale,' his cocky attitude getting the better of him, 'thank you,' he looked at her seriously for a second.

'For what? You made dinner,' without realizing his true meaning, of course she wouldn't she wasn't in love- wait what? What was he thinking; he still didn't really know her.

'For saying yes to dinner with me, you're really the only person I know who figured out I was hiding something,' he rested his hand on her across the table.

'Oh,' she looked at him, eyes raking over his body in approval of what he wore.

'Now,' he stood pushing his chair back, 'do you want to watch a movie or do you have to go…?' she watched him for a second.

'I'd love to watch a movie, no soppy love stories though,' she screwed up her face which made Jace chuckle.

He led her to the couch while he piled the plates and other dishes in the sink for cleaning later and joined her on the couch picking out a comedy he loved and sticking it in the DVD player.

He sat next to her but still leaving space between them, she turned and leant her head on his should, falling asleep after the first half hour the movie. Cuddling up to him, he rested his head on hers and quickly dozed off himself.

Jolting up right on the couch, Clary almost falling to the ground, someone was pounding at the door. The movie had finished and the house was in silence.

Helping Clary up he walked with her to the door, 'Who is it?' Jace asked cautiously.

'Jace, just open the door it is midnight and freezing,' his mother's voice flooded through the door and he felt some relief.

Swing the door open he found his mother bags in hand, 'Jace, Clary.' She nodded to them and continued down the hall.

'Midnight! My mother will be freaking out! I have to get home!' Clary panicked.

He grabbed her shoulders to settle her, 'I'll walk you,' she smiled kindly, slipping her shoes back on.

It was not too long of a walk to Clary's and Jace didn't mind walking home by himself, he was a big boy.

When they reached the steps of a Brooklyn apartment he looked up, one of the lights were on, Clary fumbled with the key in her hand, she looked at him with quizzical eyes moving her attention to his mouth and back to his eyes again, she blushed.

He leant in close to her, looking from her mouth to her eyes, the way she had on him, right before he put his lips on his. He meant the kiss to be sweet and short, it was sweet, but not very short.

Her hands snaked up into the mess of hair on his head, and his around her waist pulling her so close it nearly crushed her, she cupped his face and he leant back for a second before pressing his lips to hers again. When they stopped for breath this time he took a step back, kissed her on the forehead and watched her make her way up the concrete steps, sparks still emanating throughout him.

Before she was in the door he called out, 'Clary!'

'Yeah,' she stood in the door way a few feet higher than him.

'What's your number? I never got it.'

She her eyes gleamed mischievously, 'Well, if come to work on Monday with your mother you might get it,' she winked and shut the door behind her.

By the Angel, if he didn't do something and never kissed her again he would just die, she had tasted somewhere between strawberries and vanilla, he lips were soft.

Jace replayed the memory in his head on his journey, occasionally touching his lips and swearing to feel the pressure of her lips against his.

BACK TO PRESENT

And that was how they met. How Jace without even knowing it fell in love with red head that interned at his mother's gallery, how he had gone from hating everything, and breaking girls hearts, to someone who actually cared for another.

But not everything was set in concrete yet, he still had realized that he was in love, Clary didn't know his secret, and Jace hadn't figured out something was wrong with Clary yet…

A/N: I know short, drabble drabble. Im changing the blurb cause its taking a different course then I expected so… I hope you like it :D

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