A/N: Another update! I'm on a roll! Thanks for reading.

CPOV

I do just want to go home. I can't believe I agree to go on this trip with Jace of all people. And now it's going worse than I'd ever imagined, stuck in some crappy one bed hotel room for a week with him.

There's silence from Jace as I reign in my sobbing. I've done way too much crying over the last few days. He lets out a disgruntled sigh and the bed dips suddenly with his weight. I curl up further, desperate to be away from him. Owing to the size of the bed, our legs still touch.

"Fray," he mutters. What's wrong with calling me Clary? Maybe he doesn't even know my actual name. "Fray look at me."

It's the last thing I want to do but I have no choice. I've already shown him how weak I really am and that cannot continue. I inhale shakily, tucking a few escaping curls behind my ear and sit up to mirror his position. Our backs lean against the flowered wall paper, our legs stretched along the lumpy mattress. I almost laugh as I notice how my legs end just below his knees.

"Just tell me how I can make it better, Fray and I'll do it. I'm sorry I acted like a dickhead."

I'm shocked at his apology but I painstakingly try not to let on that I am. "Eh, you can't help it. You are a dickhead."

His laugh reverberates throughout the room.

"Can't we do the trip like this?" I ask him quietly.

"Do the trip like what?" he questions, confused. I turn to see his golden curls fall into his eyes.

"Like this!" I gesture hurriedly. I've got to push this while we're not at each other's throats. "We don't have to like each other but couldn't we just enjoy each other's company while we have nothing else."

Jace contemplates this for a while and we sit in tense silence, the left side of my body grazing the right side of his.

"That doesn't seem so bad," he eventually decides. "I think we can do that."

"Good." I say. "Do you feel like sleeping?"

"I've never felt more awake." I nod in agreement.

Neither of us looks at each other. We fix our gaze on the purple and pink tulips that face us, the silence growing decidedly more uncomfortable and electric.

Jace stands in one fluid motion, grabbing his sunglasses from the little desk he perched them on. He runs a hand through his halo of curls. If you removed the leather jacket, tattoos and nose ring he could pass for an angel, I think wryly.

"I'm going out." He informs me firmly. "Yes I'm going out. Alone. Now. Right. Goodbye Fray." With that he strides purposefully out the door.

I sigh. We had made so much progress and now I was once again the fool left alone and unsure of where she stands.

I resign myself to spending my first evening in the city of my dreams alone and sketching.

JPOV

I pound the pavement with each step, uncaring of the beautiful scenery. The hotel is situated on the Rue de Rouge, an artistic haven. I'm rattled by my conversations with Clary and I need space. I don't want to go back to what we were but I do want to stay right here in the land of uneasy friendship. If I don't reign in my good looks and charm she is definitely going to fall for me. I mean, seriously, who wouldn't?

I stop walking at the end of the street. Fray is my personal GPS and with her absence, me becoming lost is a high probability. The aromas drifting from a coffee shop opposite entice me. I'm helpless against the wrath of buttery pastry.

That's how I find myself seated in a window seat with a steaming cup of coffee clutched in my hands. The shop is quaint and seems like the thing Fray would like. Maybe I should take her here.

Whoa Morgenstern what are you thinking? It's definitely time to regroup and possibly take little Jace for a walk before I head back to the hovel, sorry, hotel. If you know what I mean.

A leggy brunette seats herself next to me. I can tell she's leggy by the impossibly short denim skirt she wears that covers the bare minimum of golden skin. A fitted khaki shirt barely buttoned and a black beret perched on her straight locks completes her ensemble. Turns out I know more French than I thought.

"American." She drawls but the thick accent that coats each syllable pronounces it Ahmayricaine.

"What gave me away?" I ask, flashing my patented grin.

"Eet ees just ze way you carry yourselves. Eet ees so much more masculine than ze French."

"Oh really?" I wink, leaning towards her. Now this is why I came to Paris.

A lot of time and a lot of French kissing I return to the room. I'm not sure if I'll find Fray there or not, who knows what she does in her private life.

I chuckle as I ram the key into the lock and turn it. Stretched out on the bed is Fray still clad in her skinny jeans and printed tank, snoozing daintily. The major disadvantage to this is that she's taking up the majority of the bed and I am NOT sleeping on the floor.

Thankfully the room does at least have a shower and I'm able to wash of the smell of heavy perfume and cigarettes left by Antoinette. Or was her name Marie? I change it to the one pair of clean sweatpants and decide to sleep shirtless. My t-shirt supply is limited after all.

I consider throwing something at Fray but with the last few days she's had I reckon she deserves a peaceful sleep. We didn't discuss sleeping arrangements but if she's not conscious then she can't stop me. Anyway we're friends now. Friends can share a bed right?

I ease myself onto the mattress, trying to fit myself into the corners Fray isn't occupying. It leaves no distance between us but I think I can suffer through one night.

Apparently I can because I'm asleep within moments.

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