AN: I know it's been awhile since I've updated, but I suck so please forgive me! I'll be working double time to post a new chapter next week; hopefully Thursday. Thank you all for your reviews and hope you like this chapter! Also, I want to give a shout out to everyone that reviewed!
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P.S. I dedicate this chapter to coffee because coffee has gotten me through a lot of mornings recently.
Jace Herondale
I watched as Clary left the room to get a shower and felt odd in her room all alone with all of her stuff packed into a room. I took a deep breath and headed over to a box. I picked it up with some struggle; it was friggin' heavy! If there were bricks in there I wouldn't be surprised! I set it down on top of her sheet less mattress and saw the headboard sway a little. I opened up the box and saw a million sketchbooks! I picked up the one on top with a worn green cover. I turned and flopped on top of the mattress and flipped the spiral open. The first page had a beautiful picture of the New York City skyline; it was perfect not a line out of place. You could tell the artist put their everything into the sketch. It was almost as if I could reach into the drawing, fall into it, and be in New York. I flipped the page and saw a drawing of a kid with green eyes, identical to Clary's, and paper white hair. He had sharp features for a kid looking around ten. He was sitting next to an older man that looked exactly the same except he had different colored eyes, who had his long, pale arm draped over the kids' shoulders. They were both smiling happily with bright eyes.
"That's my dad and my big brother," I hear from behind me. I look up at the doorway and see Clary. Her hair is pulled up in a bun with strands framing her face. Her hair is still wet, so it's a deep shade of red. Like blood. She has a pair of loose, red, drawstring pants on that drag on the floor a tad, and a black wide strap tank top that hugs the little curves she has. I know it's just pajamas, but it still makes me squirm a little in my seat. Does she even know how much of an effect she has on me? What is she doing to my confidence?!
She doesn't notice my eyes raking over her body luckily, but she does notice my open-mouthed drooling. She smirks and walks up to me and puts her beautiful face inches away from mine. She puts her hand under my chin and at first I think she's going to kiss me- no I hope she's going to kiss me, but she just closes my mouth and brushes her lips against my jaw. Her lips are right at my ear and I can feel her warm breath against my skin which gives me goose bumps. "What's the matter, Herondale? You are drooling like a dog," she whispers in my ear and then stands back up straight. Once I register what she said I blush. She made me effin blush! I do not blush! Jace Herondale is the guy that just flirts with girls and makes them blush! Not the other way around!
Once she sees my face her smile grows. "Aw! Herondale, you're blushing!" This makes me go the color of a fire truck. I take a deep breath and go back to my regular skin tone and remember what we were talking about before she made me blush.
"So where are your brother and dad now?" I ask and instantly regret because she pales like fifty shades.
"Um, I'm really tired right now. Maybe some other time," She says, pleading with her eyes for me to drop the subject and leave. I inwardly groan. This is going to keep me up all night! I smile despite myself and look and see her face relax a little when she sees my fake smile.
"Okay, you have a busy day tomorrow anyways. I'll wake you up in the morning," I say standing up and heading to the door. I get to the door, my back facing Clary and feel her eyes on me. I turn the doorknob and walk into the hallway and just when I'm about to close the door shut behind me and lock it, I feel a small, gentle hand on my bicep. I turn my head and see Clary smirking up at me. She gets up on her tiptoes and whispers in my ear.
"Goodnight, Jace. Be careful and she simply lets go and turns around. I watch as she leaves and slips under her covers and lays on her right side; facing away from the door. I sigh and gently close the door. I slide the lock into place. I turn around and slide down her door. She is definitely going to be trouble. I lean my head against the doorframe and feel my eyelids close against my will.
Maybe trouble is what you need, I thought just before I slipped into unconsciousness.
Clary Morgenstern
I can't believe I almost told him! I just met him! Even Simon, the guy I've known forever, doesn't know and all of the sudden I'm going to tell a guy I've known for less than twenty-four hours?! Ugh, I seriously need to sleep!
I can't go to sleep though. I'm afraid that if I go to sleep I won't wakeup, but I guess that was always a possibility, though. I take a deep breath and grab my iPod and ear buds off the nightst-no, my nightstand. This is going to take some getting used to. I plug in my ear buds and unlock my iPod. I scroll through my playlists and find my favorite, "Don't mess with my music you hob knockers!". The first song that comes on is one of my favorites, "Paradise" by Coldplay.
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach so
She ran away in her sleep
And dreamed of
Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
I closed my eyes and let the lyrics sink in.
When she was just a girl And dreams of
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
And the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh
She'd dream of
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh-oh
Lalalalalalalalalalala This could be This could be This could be
And so lying underneath those stormy skies
She'd say, "oh, ohohohoh I know the sun must set to rise"
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh
I took a deep breath. Jace, I think just before I fall into a deep sleep.