I am uber sorry that I haven't updated, but class has been kicking my a**. Just to refresh your minds, Jace is helping Clary pack for the trip.
Jace
My throat feel dry and scratchy as Clary paws through the pile of clothes and yanks a dress from the bottom, completely confident in only her underwear. I know I told her to be confident, but I was not expecting this.
She slips the dress up her legs and pulls the straps over her shoulders. It's a long, royal blue dress with no back, a slit up the leg and a plunging front.
Clary adjusts it on her body and when she's done, she looks to me.
"How does this look?" she asks. My mind has gone into overdrive and all I can do is vigorously nod.
"Good, great, wonderful, yes," my cheeks are flaming and I can't stop the words from coming.
She giggles at my reaction before turning to look at herself in the mirror.
"It may be a little much for a country wedding though," she ponders. She slips it off and goes back to the pile. She pulls a shorter, lace dress the color of midnight. This one is more form fitting and she simply pulls it on over her head, rumpling her wild curls.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she sighs, "My brother would have a heart attack,"
She chooses her third dress, a pure black one that is long like the first, but simple in design and slightly more modest. She looks to me for approval and looking from her eyes down her cream neck and following the line of the dress, she has never looked more beautiful.
"You look radiant," I tell her. She smiles brightly and looks at herself in the mirror once again.
"This is the one," she sighs happily, setting it aside.
Clary
It takes nearly two hours for me to decide on daily outfits, shoes and accessories, not to mention Jace is very good at distractions.
For the better part of thirty minutes, he was trying on my bras and trying to get me to flat iron his hair.
"It would look to luscious!" he exclaimed as I tried to decide what to wear to the rehearsal dinner.
"So try it yourself," I told him, pointing to the flat iron on my vanity.
"How would I do the back? I don't have eyes back there Clary," he retorted. In the end, he ended up falling asleep among the clothes that didn't make the final cut. I can't help but laugh at his sleeping face, so open and young. He looks like a little kid that got lost in his mom's closet.
I begin hanging up the discarded clothes when I hear him stir behind me.
"I feel like I'm being impaled," he mutters sleepily and when I turn, I see him struggling to unclasp the bra he has situated over his t-shirt.
"Story of my life," I reply, doing over to undo the front-closing clasp.
"I didn't even know they could do that," he looks down in astonishment as I laugh at how crazy he looks.
"If you get me pizza, I'll flat iron your hair," I offer, feeling my stomach grumble and seeing the setting sun through my window.
"Okay!" he exclaims, jumping from my bed and flinging the bra back at me. I catch it and hear him running bare footed into my kitchen to order our usual.
By the time her returns with promises of soon arriving pizza, all my clothes are put away and I'm heating up the iron. I push him to sit on my bed and begin pulling on his curls. When they are stretched out, they are about twice as long, this should be fun.
"How about I just give you a haircut instead?" I offer.
"Do you know how?" he asks guardedly.
"Yeah, I took cosmetology in high school, as well as art," I fib, trying not to laugh.
"Somehow I doubt that," he scoffs and I bust out laughing.
"You can learn anything on YouTube," I offer and he nods in agreement.
"I love you kiddo, but no," my fingers freeze in his hair. What does he mean by that? Does he mean platonic love, brotherly love, friend love, or LOVE love? He must realize what he said because he turns to look at me slowly before groping for words.
"I um, what I meant was, uh," that's when the doorbell rings, startling us and he jumps up to get it, fleeing my room like a bat out of hell.
Jace
Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. How could I slip up like that? What did I even mean?! I pay for the pizza in a haze and slowly return to Clary, unsure of what I'm going to walk in on. What I see is her waiting patiently and when she sees me, she smiles.
"Good, I'm starving" she exclaims, claiming the box, "Sit down and I'll start," she tells me. For a second I think I imagined the entire event, the way she's acting like nothing happened.
But no, I definitely slipped and said the words. I'm not even sure of their context at the moment. I mean, people say they love each other all the time, what makes us any different? Then I realize that my feelings for this girl are what make us different. I care about her so deeply it aches. I'm not sure if its love, but I've never felt this way before, so it can very well be.
