Jem flung himself onto his bed and stared up towards the ceiling. Tessa had just broke off their engagement. Jem respected her decision -as a well brought up, gentlemanly young man- but why did she have to broadcast her new relationship so... blatantly?

If that wasn't awkward enough, then the fact that Tessa had broke off their engagement to Jem's best friend and parabatai just placed the icing on top of the cake.

Jem didn't blame Will either.

Jem never blamed Will, he couldn't.

Sighing, Jem turned his head towards the wall, looking at his bedside cabinet where he'd heard a faint ping.

His phone was flashing. He picked up the phone and read:

Greetings, James Carstairs. It's Isabelle. What's up? -Iz.x

Despite himself, Jem grinned. He actually missed Isabelle... sort of. This branch of the Lightwoods were great. He got on splendidly with her brother, and after spending a bit of time at the New York Institute he'd really came to admire Isabelle and her battle skills.

Evening Isabelle. How are you?

Even, pah! It's only 2(pm). x

Time difference, Isabelle.

Oh.x

A thump came from the other room. Clearly, Tessa and Will wer... making use of the fact that Charlotte and Henry were out on business. Drat. Jem really had to get out.

Wanna meet up?x

Gaping at his phone, Jem shook his head, despite the fact she would have been able to see that motion. How were they supposed to meet up? New York. London. New York. Lond-

Before he could reply, the bedroom wall (farthest away from the door) began to glow -and smoke. Jem, gawping like an idiot, reached for his staff until a familiar figure stalked its way out of the smoke. Isabelle Lightwood.

Now, if Jem had been one of those anime characters that Clarissa Fray-Morgernstern-Fairchild liked so much, Jem wouldv'e sweat drop. However, he wasn't neither an animated person nor fictional, so Jem settled on staring.

"Angel, James. Someone would have thought you'd have seen a ghost!" Laughing to herself, Isabelle settled herself on Jem's bed. Dressed in a red sheath dress with black heels. Crossing her legs, she impatiently tapped on the mattress. "James, you're making the room look messy. Sit!"

Feeling a little like a scolded dog, Jem sat. He wasn't usually this submissive- he was just having a hard day. That's all. "How..?"

"Cool, ain't it?" Isabelle grinned proudly at the portal/doorway/thing. "Thanks to Clary. She can create new rune, great huh? I'll never have to pay Warlock fees again!"

Being male, Jem couldn't help but realize how good Isabelle looked. He wasn't used to being surrounded by girls he was unusually fond of (Jessie did not count). He decided to compliment her on it. "You're looking great Isabelle. Going somewhere nice?"

"I'm here, aren't I?"

Blink. "Huh- excuse me?"

"I heard about your break up with Theresa.." Isabelle shifted uncomfortable, a first. She usually used her beauty like a weapon, but Jem seemed to understand her as a person, not a mannequin. "So, I decided to remedy your suffering."

Before Jem could ask the vital question (HOW?) he was attacked by the female form sheathed in red beside him. Snaking her arms around his neck, Isabelle's lips came forward until she met Jem's. Kissing him softly, she waited for a response. Jem, being male, responded eagerly.

As he kissed her back, lowering his arms to surround her waist, a fleeting thought of Tessa floated across his mind. Oh well. He parted her lips with his own and deepened the kiss.

Before any progress could be made, Isabelle abruptly jumped off the bed (and Jem) and checked the time. She grimaced at her watch. "Gosh, is that the time already? Portal's about to close. Same time next week, eh James?" One wink and Isabelle was gone.

Leaning back on his bed, Jem smiled to himself. Isabelle Lightwood. If someone had told him a few weeks ago he would have been molested by her in his bedroom he wouldn't have believed it... not that he minded either, to be honest.

He picked up his phone and began typing out one final message.

Sure thing, beautiful.

This bit.. isn't even relevant. XDD

Sorry folks.

Insert one random shopping spree involving Isabelle, Clary and Magnus. Clothes for dates, I might add. Poor Simon, forever alone. :')

Clary: "You better not expect me to be drawing portals up every week for you to go and visit your boyfriend Iz!"

Iz: "Clary, pleaaaaaaaaaaaase?" *puppy eyes*

Clary: "NO. Jace, help!"

Jace: "Clary... just do it for me. She'll cook otherwise."

Clary: "Good point."

Iz: *insert random dance*