Oh, goodness it's been way to long. A month if I'm right. I'm so so so sorry. You have no idea, I was like panicking and feeling horrible, even though I had no way to update. And ideas just kept on coming into my head for the next couple of chapters. Here's why I didn't update: A) First I had to do a cub scout camp for my silver award for girl scouts (yes, I'm in girl scouts…you have the right to make fun of me if you want. I don't care) that took a week. I had to get up at like 6 and I didn't get home until 9. Gah. B) My mom and I took the train to Denver. We were gone for almost 3 weeks. We stayed at my aunts house and she didn't have anything that I could type on. Sigh. C) I had to go the dentist. That didn't take that long but I had to go into town and I was gone pretty much all day. Oh, and I have to get my tooth pulled. That's gonna suck. D) My internet was down so I couldn't post it.
Disclaimer: I. Do. NOT. Own. Mortal. Instruments. Okay? Now I'm going to go cry in a corner. *sob*
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"Mom?" Clary asked pushing open the door to Jocelyn's make-shift art studio.
"Hmm?" Jocelyn turned around, she had changed into her Garroway Bookstore tee shirt—it was the only part of her that indicated that she did in fact work at the store. Her pants were covered in paint and her hair was tied back in a messy bun.
"Aren't you going down to the store?" Clary asked, momentarily sidetracked from her original purpose.
"In a bit," Jocelyn said turning back to her painting. "What did you want to know?"
"Nothing. I just…wanted to tell you something."
"What?"
"I have a date," Clary quickly said then closed her mouth and waited for a reaction.
"You, what?"
"I have a date."
"With…."
"A guy."
"Named…."
"Jace."
"Jace?" Jocelyn turned her head to look at Clary. "Does this Jace have a last name?"
"Yes."
"And his last name is…."
"Lightwood."
"Are you meaning to tell me that you are going on a date with Jonathon Lightwood? The boy that your father—that Valentine raised for ten years?"
"Err…yes?"
"Jocelyn," a third voice interjected, "She's going to go whether or not you approve." Luke entered the door from where he'd been listening to their conversation from the hall. Jocelyn huffed. "You know it's true," Luke to continued, "She's too much like you."
"Fine," Jocelyn finally said but her eyes were flashing and it was obvious that she was none to happy about the situation. "But she needs to be back at the house by nine."
"Nine?" Clary asked, momentarily outraged. "Eleven."
"Ten," Jocelyn argued.
"Ten-thirty," Luke said gently pushing Clary out of the room and into the hall before Jocelyn changed her mind.
"How'd it go?" Maia asked coming out of her bedroom.
"Better than expected, I guess. But I have to be home by ten-thirty."
"Ooh, she really wasn't happy."
"Nope." Clary sighed. Maia forced a smile and said in a falsely cheery voice, "Come over to Simon's with me. Killing zombies will help cheer you up."
"That sounds nice," Clary said, a short laugh erupting from her mouth. As soon as they got out of the house Maia linked arms with her—a habit that had started when Maia had first moved in. Clary began skipping, because why not? Anyone who would care wasn't around. They continued to skip down the sidewalk until Clary's pocket began to beep.
"Hold on a sec," Clary said to Maia. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and flipped it open, she didn't recognize the number. "Hello?"
"You are in so much trouble," Isabelle Lightwood said from the other end.
"Why? And how the hell did you get my number?"
"You have a date and you didn't tell me? Even worse you have a date with Jace and you didn't tell me."
"Umm…sorry?"
"Nope that doesn't work."
"Why?"
"Because you're not."
"How do you know?"
"Because if you were we wouldn't be having this conversation."
"How did you get my number?"
"That doesn't matter. If you don't come over to the Institute within thirty minutes you are dead to me."
"Why?"
"Just come. I have to get you ready for your date."
"But it's not for hours!"
"I know, I would have had you over here earlier but I didn't know about the date. By the Angel, Clary, now we're rushed."
"But—" Clary didn't get to finish her sentence because Izzy had hung up. "Crap."
"What?" Maia asked from her position beside Clary.
"Izzy is going to dress me up for my date with Jace." Maia started laughing. "If I'm not at the Institute within—" Clary checked the time. "Twenty four minutes I'm dead to Izzy." There were tears in Maia's eyes. "You enjoy pain in my suffering, don't you?"
"Yes. Have fun," Maia chuckled before continuing toward Simon's house.
"What? Your not coming with me?"
"However much fun it is to watch you suffer, I have plans."
"I hate you!" Clary shouted at her retreading back.
"Love you too!"
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That was a lot of fun to write. You have no idea. Anyone have ideas with what Izzy should force Clary to wear? Review…
