Hey Boios. I've got so much work to do but I'm doing this instead so… your welcome?
Special thanks to britt2584 for no other reason than being a legend.
Clary dropped the bag of groceries on the counter and Jon dropped his. They unpacked in silence. It was weird, Clary thought. Doing normal things like this with Jon. She'd only been staying with him for a week, but things had gone "normal" almost instantly. As if it had always been like this.
"What ya making?" He asked, unpacking the bags. Clary stood on tiptoes to open the top cabinet and grabbed two glasses. She poured coke into them and gave Jon the one with less in it.
"Mac'n'cheese." She replied taking a sip from her drink. "I make it the same way that mom does." The room was silent. When was the last time Jon had Mac'n'cheese? It must have been at least six years ago.
Neither of them spoke as they finished unpacking.
"I'm gonna have some of the football boys down in about an hour. You reckon you can make enough for us all?" Jon asks as Clary puts a large pot of water on to boil. She nodded simply, continuing her preparation.
"STOP! That's not how you do it darling." Jocelyn pulled the cheese from her daughters' hand. Twelve-year-old Clary Fray had wanted to supprise her mother by making Mac'n'cheese, like she always made her. "You don't just throw cheese into a pan to make cheese sauce. Let me show you." Her voice was full of affection.
"First is the butter." Jocelyn's delicate hands handed her child what she needed. "Wait until it melts." Clary did as she was told. "Good, now add the flour." Again, Clary did as she was told. She got handed a whisk, she mixed together the ingredients. Jocelyn added a splash of milk into the pan.
"Quick! Mix, mix, mix! Mix like your life depended on it." She'd said. So, she did. She mixed so hard that the handle of the whisk left her hand red.
The music blasted through the downstairs of the house, chattering came from the living room. Jon had at least a dozen boys with him, they all laughed over jokes and beers. Clary stayed in the kitchen. She couldn't cook many things but the little she did know, she knew well.
The endless chatter from the living room kept her grounded as she floated about the kitchen. She was tidying the mess she had made (she left the dishes for Jon) and pulling out the mac'n'cheese from the oven. As instructed by Jon she mad enough to feed an army.
"Food!" She called, wiping her hands on a tea towel.
"Bring it in!" Jon called back.
"I can't." She replied walking into the room. "There's too much. Grab a bowel and as much as you want." There was a chorus of cheers as the boys ran to the kitchen.
Only two thanked her for it.
Clary had no idea how she got roped into it but there she was. Sitting in a circle with Jon's friends with a bottle in the middle. Jon was currently sucking some random girl's face off. She was pretty. Prettier than Clary would've liked to admit.
"Woah!" She heard someone shout. "Come on Clary! Pucker up!" She looked up surprised. It was a boy with shaggy black hair that swept over his forehead to cover his eyes. He looked familiar, yet she couldn't quite place him. Perhaps they'd met the night of the party.
She had barely any time to register what was happening when he leaned across the circle and kissed her. It was only a little kiss, but Clary felt fuzzy afterwards. As soon as he pulled back she coulodn't help but wanting more. Any time before what had happened Clary would've been disgusted in herself. Wanting to kiss a stranger, for god sake she fucked a stranger drunk and couldn't even remember it.
Clary, like before, said nothing during the game, only laughing along to the others, but every now and then, from the corner of her eye she saw him. The boy with the shaggy black hair. Staring at her, as if she was the light of the room.
She sat at her window, her head rest against the wall, eyes closed. Half of a cigarette, long gone out, between her fingers. A song she didn't know the name of played through her headphones. She didn't know how long she was like that but it was dark when he entered.
Sebastian. That was his name, she heard the others call him by it.
"This isn't the bathroom…" He said, looking around her room. He noticed the cigarette. "Need a light?" He shut the door and made his way over, pulling a bright yellow lighter from his pocket. She couldn't help but notice the picture of a naked women on it.
She pulled out her head phones and leaned into the flame he provided. The sat in silence as he pulled a roll from his own pocket.
"Most of them have left." He said flicking ash out of the window.
"What are you doing here then?" She enquired. She'd already finished her fag.
"I needed the toilet." He said as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "You know, you looked sexy as hell the other night..."
She ignored him and said "Second door to the left." He gave her a thank you, a wink and was off.
"You're getting married?!" Jon slammed his fist on the table, hard enough that a glass fell on the floor, shattering into pieces. The news came as a bit of a shock to Clary as well but she didn't think that it was breaking things worthy.
"This is bullshit!" He shouted, continuing his tirade.
"Oh, calm down. I don't see what the problem is." Valentine said, awkwardly adjusting his suit jacket.
"I mean." Jon sighed, frustrated and ran his hands through his hair. "Is it someone we know? Have we ever met her?" Valentine shook his head. "Of course, we haven't. Does she know about any of the other women in your life?" He spat.
"I have organized for you both to meet her tomorrow night." Valentine said. This caught Clary's attention.
"Wait what? I don't want to meet anyone." Clary barely liked talking to the people she knew let alone some snobby woman she'd never met before.
"Thank you, Clary. See, neither one of us want to be involved." Valentines calm demeanor had been slowly deteriorating and It finally snapped.
"Weather you like it or not you are my children and she will be part of the family and while you live under my roof you will do as I say. I don't care if you hate her she is to be your mother." Apart from when he would fight with Jocelyn Clary had never seen him raise his voice.
"We already have a mother." Jon growled.
"Not for long... by the looks of it." Clary felt her heart stop. She knew that he was a horrid man but how could he stoop so low? She hadn't said much the entire meal and she didn't plan on saying any more. She simply stood along with her plate, still half full with food and threw it at the wall behind Valentines head.
She managed to reach her room before the tears came.
That's it for today boios. Sorry I know it's pretty shit but life ain't going so great and I needed to finish this. Hope you enjoyed. Please leave a review, they make me smile.
-An ok Welshie