A/N: Wow. I'm terrible aren't I. All you guys give me amazing reviews and appreciation and I just don't check my Fanfiction account in weeks. So, after beginning writing the ending of my novel I can't figure out plot-wise and pulling out my hair for the upcoming NaNoWrimo, I decided I would show you guys how much I appreciate you all and update. Seriously, for a person who has okay self esteem, when it comes to writing I run entirely off of green tea, chocolate, and your guys's comments.
-Shy
Their first date was at an Ice Cream Parlor. Romantic, right? When Clary had initially asked Jace where they were going to go for their first date when he finally told her he liked her, Clary thought different. A late night club or party? A trip to a gory horror movie? Steal some vodka from the store? Even though Clary didn't want to necessarily do the last thing, it surprised her that he wanted to go get Ice Cream right then and there.
Clary looked like a pretty casual college student walking in with her Pink Floyd shirt and ripped and bleach stained jeans. Jace on the other hand looked pretty out of place in his leather jacket and crisp grey shirt, but he looked handsome either way.
Clary simply ordered a milkshake and began to dug around in her bag for loose change while Jace ordered, but by the time she had fished out a crumpled dollar bill and nine quarters, Jace was already holding her drink out to her.
"No- Jace, I'll pay-"
"I insist," he winked. Clary tried to hide the blush creeping up her face and took her milkshake furiously. A few minutes later when Jace had received his elaborate chocolate sundae, they sat outside on a picnic table letting the cool breeze hit them in the heat.
After taking a few sips out of her shake Clary leaned down and dug her sketchbook and a few spare pencils out began to sketch out some basic sketches. She was intent on drawing the smug Jace in front of her. Her eyebrows furrowed while she sketched with her pencil and sipped on her milkshake. Jace said nothing, just watched in amusement slowly turning into impressed grinning.
Soon she had her masterpiece. Obviously she was immediately pointing out the flaws in her mind, but Jace looked pretty impressed.
"That took a long time, but it looks good. Almost as good as me in real life."
"I spent three hours shading the upper lip," Clary said sarcastically.
He smiled and took the drawing from her, looking at it more closely while still indulging in his ice cream.
"This is really good Clary. You have lots of talent-"
"Dammit Jace you spilled ice cream on my drawing!"
He looked down and gave a nervous smile noticing he had just dropped a giant spoonful of ice cream onto her paper. Clary just ripped the page out of her notebook, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash.
"Sorry, Clar." He apologized.
She glared at him while furiously sketching away again. "No it's fine. I can do better. Stay still so you can be a better model!" She insisted.
Jace put a hand under his chin and looked at her with poise.
"Also," Clary noted. "Don't call me Clar."
"Of course." He smiled. "Love you Clar."
But Clary couldn't help but grin up at him from her drawing. "Love you too, Wayland."
