Ok, so this chapter is mostly about the starting of what Jace and Clary could be.

The friendship of Clary and Izzy has formed quite fast but isn't that what most friendships are about? Seeing a funky girl and being like 'wow, this girl could be fun to hang around with.' Ok, maybe not but hopefully you catch my drift :P.

Anyway I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I did writing it :)

Enjoy :)

I don't own these characters etc etc.


Waking up, I was surrounded by warmth and comfort as I stretched my legs out on the huge, cloud like bed. Rubbing my eyes, I had a flash back of the last thing I remembered from last night; Jace holding me as I sat on the bathroom floor after I had chucked. Quickly sitting up and discovering that was a bad move; I put my hand to my forehead waiting for the dizziness to come to an end. When it finally had stopped I glanced around the neat, organized unfamiliar room and it wasn't until I turned my head to the side that I realise I wasn't the only one in the bed. Silently sleeping on his back, Jace was fast asleep. Noting that he had no shirt on, revealing his muscular torso; I was quick to look if I was wearing anything and thank goodness I was or else I would have lost my purity. Confusion blurred my thoughts as the knowledge of not knowing why I was wearing a huge blue, unfamiliar top. Shaking my head, I slowly lied back down; I went to stare at the white coated ceiling. Not even a spider web in sight. 'Wow,' I thought to myself. 'This boy was clean.'

Feeling a gentle movement beside me, I turned my head to the side to see a sleepy Jace slowly opening his eyes before rolling onto his stomach and burying his face into a pillow. "What time is it?" He mumbled through the pillow.

"Early I'm guessing," I said, pausing before adding, "hey Jace?"

Turning his face to the side so he was looking at me, he said, "yeah?"

"Why am I in your bed instead of Izzy's?" I asked, curiosity written all over myself.

Rolling onto his side giving a small chuckle as he did, "I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have wanted to sleep on spew," he said,

Horror went straight to my head as all the possibilities went flooding into my head, "did I…" I paused before carrying on, "did I spew in Izzy's bed?"

A silent laugh rumbled through his chest, before he explained, "no, that was all Isabelle's fault. When she and Alec got home, they woke me up from where we had fallen asleep on the bathroom floor. I didn't want to wake you so I carried you up to Isabelle's room. Once we were up there, without warning, Isabelle who was completely off her trolley spewed all over her bed." He said, chuckling; before adding, "We put Isabelle in Alec's room because we didn't think it was a good idea leaving you with her in the state you were in so here you are."

Slightly giggling, I said, "thanks for letting me crash in your bed then."

Winking, he commented "it's always open for you."

"Urgh, you're gross," I said, laughing; trying to push him away from me but I didn't get far because he soon grabbed me from around my waist pulling me as close as I possibly could get to his extremely naked chest.

Keeping his arms around my waist, he commented with a smirk "you love it,"

Pulling back slightly, I stated laughing quietly, "and you're full of yourself."

"Hey," he said, smirking "you didn't deny it that you did."

Before I could reply with another sarcastic remark, the room suddenly was filled with curiosity and tension as Jace's smirk turned into a frown. "Clary, why do you have bruises all over your stomach?" He whispered.

Shocked filled my head as I recalled the unfamiliar shirt that I had no memory of putting on that I now wore. "You changed me?" I asked, angrily.

"Your dress had alcohol and spew all down it so I wasn't going to put you into my bed like that. To my defence I would have got you to change yourself but you were out like a light so it was left to me and Alec." He explained, still with that worried expression written all over his face.

"Alec saw as well?" I complained,

"How did you get the bruises Clary?" He asked, ignoring my question.

Shrugging, "I was attack while walking home late one night," I lied.

"Bullshit. Clary, you're the worse liar." He stated, his expression now mixed with frustration and worriedness.

"Well, believe me or not; I don't care," I said, angrily moving away from his grasp and turning around so I was facing the other way.

"Clary, I want to believe you but I can't when you're not telling me the truth," he said.

Turning around I saw the worried look he had written all over his face. "Clary, I care about you and when I saw those bruises I couldn't handle seeing them knowing there was good chance someone had done this to you," he said, placing a hand on my now rosy, red cheek.

Grabbing him from around his waist, I pulled myself to him tucking my still sore head into his neck. "I'm fine, Jace," I whispered, feeling his arms snake around my torso carefully.

"Ok," was all he said, before turning me around the other way so he was cuddling me from behind; feeling a soft kiss being placed on the side of my head. Legs tangled and holding tightly onto his warm, safe arms that encircled me; I slowly fell asleep feeling once more the safety that I felt the night before.


Waking up, I noticed I was all alone in the bed; feeling only the slight breeze that blew through the now opened window. Slowly sitting up on the side of the bed, I noticed I was directly in front of a mirror. 'Man I look a mess," I thought to myself as I placed my now knotty hair onto one of my shoulders. Stretching, I walked clumsily into Jace's bathroom that was connected onto his bedroom. Looking around in the plain, white bathroom I discovered that his bathroom was as spotless as his bedroom. Shaking my head, I took a closer look at myself in the bathroom mirror. "Urgh," I quietly said to myself, as I fiercely tried to clean up my panda eyes. After I decided that I looked at least a little respectful, I went in search of Izzy.

Finding Izzy in the lounge, lying down with a face cloth on her face; I went to sit at the foot of the sofa that she was on.

Laughing softly, I asked, "sore head?"

Groaning, she mumbled "just a tad…why are you all up and about all happy and not sick like me?"

"Maybe because I had a bit more sleep than you," I teased, laughing.

"Or maybe it was who you slept with," she said smirking at me.

Laughing sarcastically, I stated "I wouldn't have had to share a bed with him if it wasn't for you spewing on yours,"

Groaning again, she said "urgh, I forgot all about that."

Laughing, I changed the topic. "What happened last night?" I asked, unsure myself.

"Shots, singing, dancing on the bar…oh and more shots," she laughed.

"I danced on the bar?" I asked, feeling the heat come rushing to my cheeks.

"Sexy too, Jace couldn't stop looking at you," she laughed.

"What else can you remember?" I asked, putting a hand to my forehead.

Izzy just shrugged and said, "Hell would I know. I can't remember anything from then."

Putting my face into my hands, I mumbled, "what a crazy night."

"Got that right, but man was it fun! We got to do that again," she said, excitedly.

Lifting my head up, I said "you got to be kidding me? I spewed my guts out last night," I complained.

"Well, ok so not so many shots," She considered.

"With no shots," I said,

Laughing she said, "Ok Clary, movie night this weekend coming then?"

"Sounds like a plan, anyway I better head home now. Thanks for letting me stay over," I smiled.

"No problem. I'll text you later," Izzy said, returning the smile.

"Sweet. Bye."


Once I had walked out of the room, I ran upstairs to grab my stuff before heading back downstairs again. I would have loved to stay longer but the thought of Valentine sitting at home growing angrier, watching the clock; waiting for me to return made me feel edgy. Once I was downstairs in the main entrance, I heard a familiar, musical voice.

"You're going?"

Turning around I was faced with Jace. "Yeah," I said, "I have some stuff to do."

Nodding, he stepped forward grabbing my hand as he did; before he asked, "So when will I be able to see your pretty face again?"

Blushing, I said "You'll have to wait and see,"

He said, "Don't worry. I will."

Our eyes locked as I felt his hand travel up my arm leaving goose bumps as he did. Placing a hand on my cheek, he started rubbing his thumb over my rosy, red cheeks. Holding me close, with his other hand tightly holding my waist; he bent down so he was eye level with me keeping his golden eyes locked with mine.

"How come it seems like I've known you for way longer than I have?" He whispered before carrying on, "And why is it that I can't seem to get you off my mind?"

"I don't know," I whispered as I watched him slowly lean forward so his lips were inches away from mine. Still with his eyes locked with mine, he seemed to be searching for something in my eyes or deciding something. Finding what he needed, he slowly leant in the rest of the way. I felt his smooth lips touch mine; making my heart race and my lips response. Slowly moving his lips against mine, he took his hand off my waist bringing it up to rest at the back of my neck. Responding to his lips, I placed my hands on his chest, moving my lips along with his lips. The kiss was perfect, the exact way I dreamt of it being; but there was something nagging at the back of my mind. 'You're not seeing this boy or any boy while you live in this house or you'll get it and he will too...' The flash back of Valentine beating me suddenly clouded my thought, making me realise I shouldn't be doing this; it will be wrong to get Jace messed up in this. I just couldn't do that to him... Quickly pulling away, I whispered, "I'm sorry…I… I can't;' before turning around and running straight out the front door, not even looking back when I heard him shout out my name. Feeling the tears swamp my eyes, I quickly blinked them away as I called for a taxi to take me home.


How was that? Just a bit cute huh? :3

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