A/N( I'm back! I got a new laptop so I will be trying to post more frequently! I love that you guys love my story and keep encouraging me to keep going! Read and review my lovelies!)

Clary POV:

It's been six months since I got the offer to star in the movie with Jace. In that time I'd been able to prepare myself for the inevitable reunion with the center of my world.

My friends and I were as close as ever, but Alec and I had 'broken up' because I didn't want anymore friction between Jace and I than there all ready was. I was giving up on my sad attempt to make him jealous, Jace would never want be back. Instead I was going to try to get through the movie without making things any more difficult.

We were starting shooting today since they finally finished all of the casting and finalized the script. The first scenes we were doing were in Portland, Oregon.

I sat in my limo and started the drive from the airport to the set. It wasn't too long of a drive, but it was building up my nerves. I wasn't sure if I was excited or mad. He broke my heart, but that was so long ago and we had graduated high school. We weren't kids anymore, so maybe it was time I acted like an adult and forgave him.

When I arrived at set, the streets were lined with fans all screaming my name and wearing shirts and holding signs that expressed their love for me.

Life sure has changed since Alicante High school. My fans were my main reason for continuing singing and acting. Modeling was for me, but the fans were my inspiration for writing.

One of the men on my security team opened my door for me. There were four huge men that formed a half circle around my door. And there in front of me, offering his hand, was the person I loved most in this world. Jace.

He smiled at me with all of his teeth. I could tell it was forced, but it still made my heart skip a beat. Why was he smiling? And why was he welcoming me here.

I decided to not think and just act. I grabbed his hand and let him help me out of the car. I plastered a fake smile on and pushed away the pain that seeing him brought up. Just appreciate his good side before the ignoring starts, I told myself.

Our security team strategically led us through the overwhelming crowd of loving fans. I waved and smiled at them. My fake smile was replaced with a real one as I saw all of the young and old faces that seemed so excited to just be seeing me.

After a couple hundred feet we were met by a temporary fence that must protect the set from strangers. The guard at the gate nodded at us once before pulling the heavy chain link fence open.

As soon as we stepped out of sight of the fans, Jace's smile dropped. That's when it hit me. He wasn't a changed man or some sort of saint. I loved him, but that didn't change the fact that he was still a dick.

Plan B: Make him think I don't care. At all.

I walk past him and up to our director, Jordan Kyle, to ask where my trailer will be. Jordan was extremely young to be such a famous movie director, but every movie he had directed had become a hit and done great in the theater.

"Hey, you're Mr. Kyle, right?" I asked with a smile. Jordan turned to me with a serious expression. He gently brushed his slightly curly, brown hair out of his eyes.

"That would be me. Now, who are you?" He asked with authority in his voice. My smile dropped and I was confused. I was staring in the film he was directing, yet he couldn't even remember my name? Classy.

"I'm Clary Fray," I said with a slightly irritated tone. His eyes widened at my words, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Sorry Miss Fray, I've been up all night. The producers insist we start shooting immediately, which meant we had to build the set all week. And we knew you were getting here today and it had to be up to your expectations, because no one wants to deal the famous Fray Fury. I'm rambling , I'm sorry for that too. I've had at least ten cups of coffee and.."

I put my hand over his mouth laughing. "I don't know what you've heard about me that makes you think I would be mad if the set wasn't built, but it's not true. This is my first big time movie and honestly I'm excited." I smiled at him as sweet as I could.

"The why did you come over here if you aren't going to yell at me?"

"I was going to ask you where my trailer is... I want to unpack before we start shooting." He looked at me funny.

"Jace was supposed to show you to your room, but it seems that asshole is incapable of anything." He smiled with a quick shake of his head.

"Well as soon as I could I got away from him I ran, so it may not be completely his fault. So, my trailer?" I asked politely.

"Oh right, it's down the road and by all of the others, number 1. Its right by the entrance and the door has your name written on it so you shouldn't have any trouble finding it." With a smile I left with one of the men on my security team helping me carry my small amount of luggage.

"Oh and Jordan!" I yelled over my shoulder.

"Yes, Miss Fray?" He yelled back.

"Call me Clary and take a nap! Tell the producers I want to start shooting tomorrow, Magnus and I are old friends and Mason owes me a favor!" I yelled back. He sighed in relief and yelled at everyone to go rest and that they'll finish tomorrow.

Mason Smith owed be a favor because I saved his butt at one of our photo shoots. He was producing that too and needed an extra model and I called in Christina on extremely short notice.

Magnus was Alec's boyfriend and one of my best friends too. His dad was a producer so when Magnus graduated high school he followed in his dad's foot steps. He took this specific movie because Alec and I begged him when we found out I would be alone with Jace for so long. The producers had the power to let all our friends come to set, where I was only allowed one person at a time.

I walked to the area Jordan had pointed to and sure enough there was a giant trailer with my name painter in bright pink on the door. The must have been Magnus' doing.

I unpacked my stuff and laid down in my bed to sleep since it was around nine and I had nothing better to do.


I could hear in some part of my head a voice trying to wake me up, but I chose to ignore it. I'm too tired to respond.

The voice gradually gets louder until it's literally screaming. I would wake up, but I didn't plan anything with any of my friends or have a shoot, so why would I?

Things started shaking me, so I slapped them away and shoved my head under my pillow. No one could wake me once I got my head under my pillow. I was a stubborn little woman.

Eventually the shaking and shouting stopped and I sighed at the peace. I quickly drifted off again, but not before I heared my door slam open.

Who the fuck is bugging me now? Haven't they figured out by now that I'm not getting up?

The mattress dipped down in the familiar fashion I knew so well. Jace. He was in my bed. It must be a dream, but a good dream at that. I figured if I can't be with him in the real world than I might as well be with him in my dreams.

I leaned toward him with my eyes still closed and wrapped my arms around his waist. He was so warm and all the old memories of our friendship rushed to me. He was the other half of me.

His arms wrap around me and my suspicion was confirmed, it was a dream. I pretended not to feel the disappointment. Push it away and move on. That's what Jace always told me.

Lips touched my head and I gently slid my eyes open. There he was, my angel. "Morning." That's all he said.

"Is this a dream?" I asked with a small frown. I know it is. Dream Jace always tells me yes. He's blunt like the real Jace.

"No, I was told to come wake you because no one on the whole set could get you to." He laughed. Wait this is real? I sat up suddenly and rubbed my eyes. I recognized my blanket fall off, but I didn't care it's nothing Jace hadn't seen.

"Why the hell do you care? You haven't cared in a year, so as far as I'm concerned you shouldn't be in my bedroom." I snapped at him with a glare.

"I don't care, but I want to start shooting so get your shit together and get to makeup." He said suddenly getting cold. He stood and turned to me. "I don't need bad publicity so how about you watch your pretty little mouth and we pretend we don't completely hate each other."

"The less I have to talk to you the better, so whatever! Now get the fuck out of my trailer!" I yelled at him.

He was the same asshole who left me that long year ago, but that made me ask the question. Why had he kissed my head when he thought I was still asleep?