A/N: Helloo! I've been wrapped up in DLF because I had to write a couple important chapters that I needed to be completely engulfed in, so here I am, after almost a month with a new Words chapter :) Another A/N & thank you's at the bottom.


Clary held her hands together while Simon placed an iced coffee in front of her. She clamped her hands together and looked up at him, telling him that he was "Saint Simon."

He rolled his eyes but smiled as he sat in the seat beside her.

"None for me?" Jace asked, leaning over her.

Simon shrugged. "You didn't ask."

"Hmph. Some friendship this has become." Simon opened his mouth to say something in return, but Jace turned his head, making him shut his mouth promptly and lean back while Clary patted his shoulder, telling him, "You're a lovely friend. Sometimes."

When Jace stood up, a couple of people looked in the direction of one of the edge seats of the long conference room table where he'd been sitting. A member of the wardrobe department looked first—Kaelie Whitewillow. But she barely took her eyes off Jace in the first place. "Ladies and gents!" Jace sang, and Clary side-eyed him from the seat next to him. Jace looked back at her, unamused.

Sitting on the other side of him was Isabelle, who covered her mouth to hide her smile. He looked back up at everyone else and ignored the rude girls he considered his friends.

"Okay, so, what did everyone think of the episode? Any questions about the script? Clary and I can always address those questions privately, though, if you guys wanted." Jace looked around.

"I have a question," Kaelie said from where she sat.

"You're wardrobe," Magnus Bane, a production manager, and fellow team member, pointed out. "Unless the script needs to be dressed up, you're good to go, Kaelie." He raised an eyebrow at her. Jace pursed his lips together while she glared across the table at Magnus, whose elbow was on the table, his hand holding up his head.

"Right." Jace looked around, ignoring the tension and Kaelie's awful public flirting. "Anything else?"

"I just can't picture Simon here beating someone up." Sebastian Verlac, who played a douchey classmate—a description that was literally listed for his character—snickered while Simon looked at him with a blank face.

"That's cute—" Clary spoke up, and was interrupted.

"As cute as you, Fray," Sebastian replied quickly, winking at her from the other end of the table.

She blinked. "I was thinking that Simon should be beating your character up."

"What?" Sebastian shifted in his seat. "I thought it was for a mafia fight."

"Change of plans." Clary shrugged. Jace looked down at her, silent speaking to her, telling her I know you hate him, but stop. She turned her head to Sebastian and smiled sweetly. "Just kidding. We'd never write you in for a fight. It's 'douchey classmate' for you the whole way through, Seb."

"Oh." Sebastian nodded, confused as to whether he'd been insulted, because Clary was smiling even though her words were harsh. "Right. Good."

Clary turned her attention back to Jace, who nodded awkwardly now. "Welp. I guess that's it for today. We have a day or—" Jace stopped himself when the director put up two fingers. "Two days to look over the script and rehearse, but we'll be filming on Thursday."

The team nodded and began saying their goodbyes. Jace plopped down, and Isabelle leaned towards him. "I really want to set up Magnus with my brother."

"Which one?"

She looked at him, confused. "Max is like 15, Jace."

"And Alec is gay. Right." He gave a nod. "Do it. Why not? Magnus is fabulous. Alec sounds fabulous. That's what it's all about for the gay men."

"I'm just thinking of a plan to get them in the same room." She leaned back and tapped her nose. "Also, it was such a mistake for you to start hooking up with Kaelie. Her hotness definitely doesn't cancel out her craziness."

"She's just crazy about one thing."

She rolled her eyes. "Please don't say that one thing is you."

"No. For the D!" he exclaimed with an open-mouthed grin, and stared at Isabelle.

"Am I supposed to be amused or laughing or something? Because I'm not." She crossed her arms. Jace sighed and dropped his grin, leaning back into his seat.

"You okay with the script?" He changed the subject, looking over his shoulder at Simon and Clary, who were looking over the script together behind him.

Isabelle nodded, looking at nothing in particular. "I love anything you and Clary write."

"Or is it because you finally get some friendly, romantic scenes with Simon?" Jace wiggled his eyebrows, then let out a cough after Isabelle reached out to slap him directly in the middle of his chest.

"I mean it, Wayland. Stop saying shit like that," Isabelle whispered angrily as she leaned in towards him.

Jace put his hands up. "Sorry. Last time. I just think it's cute."

"What is cute?"

"That you like that guy." Jace pointed behind him with his thumb, while Isabelle looked at Simon, who was adjusting his glasses but still leaned in as close as possible to his script so he could read it. Jace looked over at Simon and shook his head when he looked forward. "If you have kids, they're probably going to look nerdy. Beautiful, but nerdy."

"Well, I think you and Clary's babies would just be beautiful." Isabelle raised an eyebrow. "Without the nerdy."

Jace groaned and leaned back into his seat. He crossed his arms. "I literally had this conversation with Simon at the bar yesterday. Can't you two coordinate to have this conversation with me?"

"I just can't believe you and Clary aren't in love, or haven't been in love." The two were speaking in hushed whispers.

"Stop trying to sully our relationship!" Jace leaned forward, and Isabelle tried not to laugh.

"Sully? I'm not sullying anything. It's the truth, Jace. Everyone is just waiting for you one of you to see it."

Jace rolled his eyes. "Well, that's gonna be until the end of time, because me and Clary do not feel that way towards one another."

"Fine."

"Fine."

The two sat in silence until Isabelle giggled and muttered, "Sullying."


Jace peeked over his computer at Clary. He raised an eyebrow when he saw that she was gnawing on the top of her pen, a nervous habit of hers, while she stared off at the open door behind him.

"What?" he asked, and she snapped out of it, shifting her gaze towards him. "What is it?"

"What's what?"

"What are you thinking about?" Jace pushed his feet off the ground so his swivel chair would move and he could see her without having to elongate his neck like a giraffe.

She took the pen from her mouth and tapped the other side of it against their desk. It was a room for the two of them, which included two desks that were pushed together so their computers were across from each other. There was a dry erase board that was littered with notes from Isabelle, Simon, and, well, Kaelie. Clary demanded that Kaelie's notes stay on Jace's side. There were papers neatly stacked on Jace's side, while Clary had three different color coordinated piles on hers. There was a corkboard above the middle of their desks with pictures of both them and their families thumbtacked on it. There were, of course, the speakers that they shared, and a CD player right beside them.

Clary leaned forward and Jace did the same, waiting for her reply.

"How does Carter know?" He didn't answer, knowing she would explain herself soon after. "I mean, how would Carter know about Katie's feelings? This show is in Carter's point of view, yeah? I know we have a few scenes from Katie's POV, but it never shows what her feelings are—just kind of what she's doing. So, how would he know? How do we build up to him finding out?"

Jace leaned back into his seat, which folded back beneath him. "Well, I thought we were going to make it obvious that she liked him back."

"But how?" Clary squinted a little as she thought. "Through how she cares about him? They're best friends; she could just be being a best friend to him. They're each other's only best friends. We can't rely on just showing that they care."

"Ahh." Jace nodded. "Hm." He tapped his nose with his pen once. "Well, what gets people to see how they really feel about one another?"

"Absence, death, jealousy."

"Cross off jealousy. Katie doesn't care about that shit."

"Agreed."

The two were silent while music played in the background, not registering in their minds as they got lost in the minds of their characters.

"Death," Clary whispered. Jace looked up at her, alarmed. "I mean, possible death. Not Carter actually dying."

He pointed at her with the pen. "It does fit the lifestyle."

"Hm. I'll keep thinking about it." He knew that just meant she would be out of it in the car and for most of the night, until she knew exactly how she was going to execute the situation. "I'll just bring my notebook home. You writing more?"

"Nope." He turned his screen to show her that he was playing a computer game. He grinned while she rolled her eyes. "I was waiting for you to come back to life. Come on, let's go home. I'm starving."

"You cooking?"

"Nope." Jace stood up. "You?"

"Nope."

His raised his fist in the air. "Take out for the fourth time this month, then!"

Clary grabbed her purse. "Our parents would be so proud." Jace let her walk out the door before turning off the light and shutting their door.


Clary plopped on the couch beside Jace after ending a phone call she took in her room.

"How is Russia?" Clary reached for her plate while Jace asked.

"Cold," she responded, and didn't add anything else to it. That was what she usually did, and Jace didn't mind—until now.

"And?"

"And?" She looked at him. "He just said it was cold, and that he regretted thinking leather jackets were appropriate jackets, and that the Russians laughed at him."

"That's it? No 'I miss you'?"

Clary almost spit out her vegetable lo mein. "What?" She turned completely to her left to face him. "What kind of question is that?"

"I don't know. I may not be your best girl friend—"

"You ARE my best girl friend." Clary snickered.

"I just wanted to see if he does. You know, miss you." Jace stuffed a spoonful full of food into his mouth so he would stop talking. He gulped it down. "Dylan seems different."

"Dylan is different," Clary agreed quietly. "I don't know. Can we really get involved in this if we barely see each other?"

Jace shrugged. "If it's right." He looked at her. "It's more involved than you ever have been before."

Clary stared at her food, rearranging it on her plate. Jace stood up and grabbed Clary's glass so he could get them more juice.

"Jace." He looked back at her. "I like that you like that I like Dylan." She pursed her lips together.

He gave a nod. "I'll still fuck him up if he messes you up."

She let out a laugh, leaning her head back. "I'll do the same to Kaelie if she messes you up."

"Please, Clary. I can't even laugh. That's just not funny at all."


A/N: If anybody reads DLF, I know this is such a different pace from how that story is, but it's kind of refreshing to write in a way. At least to me, haha. I hope you liked this chapter! With every chapter I write, I fall in love with characters in this story in their own way, so I hope you guys love them too.

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