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Real Men Make Waffles

Clary P.O.V

Laughing, Isabelle and I pushed through the doors of the mall into the hot summer night.

"And then," Isabelle said between giggles, "Jace comes running in to see what's wrong and falls flat in his face into," Isabelle doubled over laughing, gasping trying to finish her sentence, "a bowl of onion dip!" She erupted into laughter here and I joined in imagining Jace's pretty boy face covered in onion dip.

"His face smelled bad even after washing it. He smelled like that for like two days!" Isabelle couldn't stop laughing and neither could I.

"Okay you did this when you were how old?" I asked, amused.

"We were thirteen and he got so mad he wouldn't talk to me for a week," she told me, still laughing.

"Come on Izzy, that was pretty evil of you," I told her sternly, trying not to burst out laughing.

"Hey, I'm a girl with two brothers. I gotta entertain myself somehow!" I laughed at her total indifference to making her brother's lives miserable by playing pranks on them 24-7.

"Did he ever get you back?" I asked, wondering what kind of things Jace was capable of.

"Oh yes," Isabelle muttered, "One time, a guy came to pick me up for a date and Jace pretended he was my violent ex-boyfriend who was still madly in love with me and would beat up an guy that tried to 'take me away'. He scared the shit out of the poor guy."

Not being able to help it, I burst into laughter. Glancing at Isabelle, I stopped, "Sorry, yeah not funny. Yep. That was um…yeah not funny at all, mean actually." I slapped my hand onto my mouth to control my giggles.

"Oh yeah, I can tell you think it's totally not funny," Isabelle said darkly. "Do you have any siblings that you unfortunately have to live with?"

I felt a lump in my throat form and my eyes clouded over. "Um, no. My parents and my brother died in a car accident four years ago. I wasn't in the car crash; I was at my Uncle Luke's place. He um, took care of me until I turned eighteen and then I bought my own apartment. I live by myself."

"Oh, Clary, I'm so sorry," Isabelle whispered. Glancing around, she said, "It's dark and we walked all the way here. Um, my house is like two minutes away; you can crash there."

"Oh no, it's ok. I'll manage," I said quietly, but Isabelle would have none of it.

"Oh no, you are coming and that is final," she proclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me in the direction of her house.

"Fine, but are you sure your parents won't mind?" I asked nervously.

"Oh I don't live with my parents. They let me move out to New York on one condition; that I had to stay with my brothers. They didn't think it was a bad idea and Jace and I got into Scarlen anyway so it all worked out," she told me. Ah crap, so I was going to have to put up with a night with Jace only a couple yards away from me. It was weird but a little part of me was excited to see him again. What? No no no no no. Clarrisa, you do not like Jace. Shit! Leave it up to me to fall for the wrong guy. Maybe he was hot, but no, I did not like him. He was a jerk and I do not like jerks.

We arrived at Isabelle's apartment and took a deep breath before going inside. The wonderful smell of syrup smothered me and I realized how hungry I was. Checking my watch, I realized it was 11:30. I hadn't eaten in eight hours! We entered the apartment to see Jace in the kitchen wearing basketball shorts and a white shirt with the Nike logo on it.

Damn he looked hot in anything. And he cooked?! That makes him even more attractive. Snap out of it woman, I told myself.

"Jace," Isabelle sighed, "What ARE you doing?"

"Oh hey Iz- what's little red doing here?" Jace lifted on eyebrow. Dammit, why can everyone do that but me? I sighed, knowing he will never give me the satisfaction of him saying my real name. I glared at him and he smiled cheekily showing his dimples and perfect white teeth.

"CLARY," Isabelle started, putting emphasis on my name, "is spending the night here and YOU will not bother her."

"No promises sister dearest," Jace smirked.

"Can you guys NOT talk like I'm not standing right here?" I growled and flopped onto the couch.

"Ooh, someone's a little cranky. No one likes a cwanky mah-maid," he said in a little kid voice, widening his eyes.

"Jaaaace," I whined, "Just shut up!" I groaned, knowing this was going to be a long night. My stomach rumbled and my ears reddened in embarrassment.

"Sherlock has cracked the case!" Jace announced, not even looking back. "Ariel is being a grouchy old hag because she's hungry and drooling over the delicious waffles I am making."

Sitting up I looked at Jace in the kitchen. "You're making waffles? But you're a guy."

Jace spun around laughing. A real laugh, not a sarcastic one this time. A little surprised he asked, "What's that supposed to mean? If you think only girls can cook, you, darling, are absolutely wrong." Popping a strawberry in his mouth he added, "and Izzy is a living example of that."

Isabelle glared at him and slapped his arm. "Oh and did our bags arrive yet? If they are lost I swear-"

"No, well yeah. I mean my bags came but yours and Alec's still haven't."

"THEN WHAT THE HELL AM I - ARE WE SUPPOSED TO WEAR?" Isabelle screeched.

"Jeez, Izzy, it's not my fault. Just wear something of mine, no big deal. You wore all my shirts when we were little because they were quote 'Big and smell like my brother and comfy.'"

"I never said that!" Isabelle said.

"I have proof Iz," Jace said raising his eyebrows at his sister.

"Okay, but what about Clary? You don't expect her to wear jeans to sleep do you?" Isabelle had bought me a new outfit at the mall and actually threw away my other clothes.

"No it-" I began.

"She can wear something of mine too. You can manage Isabelle, it's only a couple of nights."

I couldn't help but notice the faint shade of pink on Jace's cheeks. Was he seriously blushing about me wearing his clothes? Wow.

"Alright, fine." Isabelle led me to Jace's room and pulled out two pairs of shorts and two large cotton shirts. "Here," she tossed me a pair, "Go change."

I went to the bathroom and changed into Jace's clothes. They smelled comforting and sweet. Like...like…sunshine and warmth. How odd.

I walked out of the bathroom and almost ran into Jace. "Oh sorry," I whispered.

"Watch where you're going little red. I left some waffles out for you and Izzy in case you got hungry, I'm going to bed." He started to walk towards his room when he backed up. "As much as you wanna go in there, my room is for my enjoyment only, k Ariel?" he whispered in my ear. I glared at him and he smirked.

God this boy was confusing!

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