Please excuse my writers block for the past while. Well, technically that is not true. I knew how to begin this chapter, but not end it to make it possible for another tidbit of my story. But it feels good to continue. Hopefully this is quite gratifying. Comments from my readers would be most welcomed on this particular chapter.

Clary knew that when Jace woke up, there would be three possible reactions. The first would be confusion and unfamiliarity. He most likely wouldn't remember much from last night and waking up in a place he did not recognize would be quite shocking. The second would probably be some type of stupidity, angry at himself for bothering his sister when she was quite obviously trying to get away. That was very unlikely, but Clary liked to think that Jace would feel a bit annoyed with himself for knocking on Gavin's door so late. Again, Clary enjoyed inventing such a situation. The third was most probable. He would be feeling a congratulatory pride, thinking that he got lucky and drinking was his new found chick magnet.

She huffed as she leaned back into the wooden chair at the kitchen table and watched as her Frosted Flakes turned soggy in the bowl of milk. She had not been able to fall asleep after Jace had passed out on the bed, which was part of the reason she was not sleeping. The other part was her thoughts were too jumbled and confused for her to go back to sleep.

He only kissed me because he was drunk and since he was… it automatically makes him stupid. Just plain stupid. Yeah, that's plausible. But still, he shouldn't have done that. And I didn't even like it on top of it. Actually, to be accurate, I was on the bottom.

Oh, my God. That really isn't relevant at the moment.

Gavin had woken up to the smell of coffee when Clary was brewing a pot at 6:30. So, she had yelled and purposefully made obnoxious noise with objects around her to wake him up. That did not work, but when she makes a cup of coffee, he's up sniffing and asking for a cup. What a guy.

Gavin had obviously asked why she wasn't sleeping and up so early. She told him what was going on last night, but was careful with her information. He didn't need to know that she was making out with her older brother on his bed while he was drunk. No, that he didn't need on his mind. It even bothered Clary. So Gavin left for work, knowing that Clary could handle getting Jace home safely.

Clary glanced at the hanging clock. It was quarter to 12 and she hadn't heard a sound from the bedroom across the apartment. She was facing the closed door, glaring and frustrated. He needed to get up so that she could yell at him, point her finger in his face and kick him out… with a taxi waiting outside for him, of course.

She took in a deep breath and rose from the chair, ready to go in there and wake him up.

Instead, she picked up her squelchy cereal and threw it out, thoroughly cleaning the bowl and spoon. After scrubbing her dishes for ten minutes, she dried them with a towel and placed them neatly back in the cupboard. She leaned against the counter, crossed her arms and stared at the door. She felt as though it were mocking and taunting her, with a huge sign saying 'you can't do it!' She didn't know why it was bothering her so much. She didn't understand why she couldn't just march in there and scream at him for being so stupid. She couldn't because she was afraid.

Clary turned around and firmly put her hands on the counter, squeezing her eyes shut. She was scared that he'd remember last night, their kiss, and be utterly disgusted. That he'd be ashamed of what they did and not want to talk to her anymore. It frightened her more than she was comfortable with.

"Morning, sunshine," she heard from behind her.

Clary quickly spun on her heals and saw Jace leaning in the open bedroom doorway. His hair was disheveled from sleep and his clothes crumpled and baggy. Her heart quickened as she just stared at him, all her rehearsed yelling and fighting disappearing.

" 'Would you like some coffee and a delicious breakfast that I'll personally make for you, Jace?' " He impersonated Clary's voice and smiled lazily. "Why of course I would, Clary. Thank you for offering." He pushed himself upwards and slowly made his way over to the tiny table, pulled out a chair and sunk into it. He never took his eyes off Clary's.

"Why do you look so freaked?" Jace asked, puckering an eyebrow. "If you're that nervous about breaking the egg yoke, then just make toast."

Clary completely forgot that she was staring and gained back her composure. She cleared her throat awkwardly and swallowed, blinking her eyes rapidly. She didn't say a word as she grabbed three pieces of bread and stuffed them into the toaster. Then she went over to make a fresh pot of coffee with Jace watching her the whole time. She grabbed a plate and a knife and set it beside the toaster.

"Peanut butter, make sure it's chunky. If not, do not bother. Hmm, a light layer of strawberry jam and that will be all. Oh, be sure to not have any strawberries on the toast." Jace said with a stuck-up, English accent, trying to be funny. "That does not suit my fancy, slave."

Once the toast popped up, patches of the toast nearly black, she dropped them onto the plate and went into the fridge to snatch the peanut butter and jam. She spread the plain peanut butter on the toast unevenly and smeared the jam on, strawberries and all. She placed the plate in front of him and he stared at it in what seemed like confusion.

She grabbed a mug and went back over to the pot of coffee and began pouring.

"Keep it black. See if you can do that right," he said, almost annoyed.

With her back to him, Clary snickered quietly and brought the coffee to him. She pulled the chair out across from him and sat, watching him take a bite out of the crunchy toast. He devoured it. But when he looked up and saw her staring, he slowed his chewing and swallowed loudly.

"You're sort of creeping me out. You haven't said a word and you're watching me like I'm some beautiful god. Not that I disagree with that last part, of course."

Clary rolled her eyes and felt very annoyed and angry again, remembering what she wanted to say to him.

"Seriously, Clary. Stop. It's really weird."

A silent moment passed by as they stared at each other, Jace forgetting his food, but not his coffee.

"What the hell were you doing last night?" Clary finally murmured.

"What?" She knew he heard her.

"I said," she crossed her legs and glared at him fiercely, separating each word as though she were speaking to a child. "What the hell were you doing last night?"

Jace put his coffee down, wiped his mouth and sat back. "I thought you knew. I was sleeping. That's usually what people do—"

"Stop with the smart ass comments, Jace." Clary kept her voice calm, but mean. "I'm not in the mood at all. I'm tired and pissed. You were unconscious outside of Gavin's apartment with a beer bottle in your hand. Also, how did you know where Gavin lived anyways?"

Now Jace had nothing to say. He kept quiet while she ranted angrily, watching her.

"I can't believe how stupid you are!" She lost all composure and stood up. "Why would you get drunk and come find me? You are so irresponsible! Do you even remember half the things you did last night? What kind of idiot would get drunk and ramble about Peter Pan?"

Clary half expected Jace to lift an eyebrow at that part, but he calmly stared at her.

"What if you got hurt? What if you did something even more reckless than you usually do? Did you even have someone to tag along with you? I thought that'd you have some sense and responsibility."

He continued to gaze at her, showing no emotions or any expression. Suddenly, she felt very stupid standing up, the heat of fury leaving her face and exhaustion from irritation slowly dying, she sat back down and looked at her lap.

And not another word was said for a long while. Jace had his eyes on her and, knowing this, Clary kept her focus locked on her knees. She felt incredibly stupid and just wanted him to leave. She hated how much she cared and how much it all bothered her. She wanted it to end, for him to leave her alone.

"I don't know what to really say to make you feel much better," Jace spoke sincerely, making Clary look up and into his sad eyes. "And, trust me, I know how stupid I am. Drunk and stupid and an idiot."

She knew he wasn't finished so she let him carry on. She wouldn't dare interrupt this surprise burst of emotions and caring.

"Really, Clary, I am sorry that I made you so upset. You really didn't… don't deserve it."

Clary was speechless.

She clenched her jaw to keep her mouth from dropping and bit her lip from laughing out loud at how heartfelt Jace was being. She hardly ever saw him talk to her this way. It was always irritating comments or smart ass remarks. She didn't know how to react besides stare at him in amazement. Maybe he wasn't that much of jerk after all.

Jace's lip started to tremble until finally he bent over and began to laugh hysterically. He gasped for air as he fell to the ground and rolled onto his back, chortling, cackling and snickering.

Nope, he's still the same old, annoying jerk he's always been.

"You should've seen your face," he gasped from the ground as Clary rolled her eyes. "It was as though… you actually thought… I was being serious!" And he couldn't help the next fit of laughter that brought tears rolling down his cheeks.

Clary took a deep breath in, stood up and kicked him in the shin. "You jerk!"

But this just made him laugh more. And now she didn't know what else to do, but to kick him and hit him with eager frustration.

Of course he wasn't being serious. She hated herself for actually thinking it. But the way he was staring at her and speaking so sorrowfully, made her believe him. She wanted to think that he had compassion and emotions in that rock heart of his. And now, he was laughing at her while she pathetically hit him.

Once his laughing calmed, Clary sat against the wall while Jace lie on the floor, wiping at the tears on his face.

"Whew, thanks for that, Clary. Really needed a good laugh. Hadn't had one in a while."

"I'm super happy I could make you giggle like a little girl," Clary retorted.

Jace sat up and glared at her playfully, a grin hinting at his lips. "I so did not giggle. That was totally a guy laugh. A manly, muscular chuckle."

Clary shrugged a shoulder. "Could've sworn I heard snorting."

He stood up in one smooth motion and covered his mouth in fake surprise. "You did not hear snorting. There was no snorting whatsoever. You take that back, little missy."

She laughed and stood up too, pointing at her mouth. "You hear that? That was a giggle. And that's what you did. Except it was more high pitched and sissy."

"I don't like that attitude," Jace said, moving closer to her. "That is not acceptable."

"You're right," Clary raised a brow and slid even closer to his face. "Not any way to respect my elders."

Jace smiled brightly.

And kissed her.

Clary stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do as this was more of a surprise than the fake kindness. After another second he pulled away and looked down at her, she up at him.

"I remember what we did, Clary," he whispered seductively, sliding his hand along her jaw bone.

She stared at him in wonder. So it wasn't all just drunken stupidity.

"Oh," she inquired. "You mean this?"

Clary quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Jace didn't hesitate for a moment as he responded back with a fiercer kiss, hugging her body as close to his as he could. She twirled her fingers in his long, soft hair, rubbed her hand down his back and stroked her palm along his arms. It was all passion and longing and it was all Clary cared for.

Jace pushed her up against the wall and dug his fingers into her hips, kissing his way down her neck. Clary should've stopped it, should've had a little bit of sense left to know that this was definitely wrong. But she forgot it all. This was what was happening, right now and she was always told to focus on the now. For once, that advice came in handy.

"Hey, Clary, I was just wondering if you wanted some lunch…"

Everything froze.

Clary's eyes widened and her hands loosened in Jace's hair. Jace discontinued to nibble on Clary's neck and slowly looked at her face in absolute astonishment and sympathy. His back was facing the door while Clary stared in complete horror as her boyfriend walked in and gaped at her in shock.

Gavin saw Jace keep Clary pinned to the wall, their bodies tangled together and kissing in his apartment. But seeing all that wasn't what bothered him.

"Oh, my God. What the hell are you doing with your brother?!"

I can't be precise, but I do believe that this is a shorter chapter? Ah, what's the difference? Though I had many describing paragraphs and less dialogue, I had fun with 'my' characters in this chapter. I do hope that you enjoy it too. Oh, we'll just have to see how this story will end.