A/N: so don't worry guys I did not forget my story. I won't. Now that school is over forever and it's summer. Yay.

Thanks to RumpleStiltSkinWantsMySanity for putting up with me.

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Chapter8:

(Clary POV)

So my neighbour is really hot and I've had a crush on him for two years. Just imagine Ryan Reynolds with platinum blonde hair. Okay, so maybe that's not a good image. I've never been good with descriptions, but Jonathon is a fine physical specimen of rippling muscles and platinum hair that highlights his charcoal black eyes. He's just dreamy, period.

But it doesn't stop there; he's a gentleman and he will pick you up from your house on time and be good to your pets and charm your parents. The ideal, perfect boyfriend.

Despite me being an awful person all throughout the date, he dropped me home and forgave me. Then he kissed me! On my doorstep. Isn't that amazing?!

But since I'm stupid, I pulled back.

Yeah, you heard me right and yes, I do loathe myself currently.

Last night after the dinner, we were standing on my doorstep and I said "Goodnight Jonathon" just as I turned my key with a click. I was about to rotate the knob when suddenly I felt long, warm fingers tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ear. I turned to face him, "Goodnight" Jon said before leaning in and pressing his soft lips to mine slowly.

For a moment neither of us moved, just testing. Then Jon started to slowly move his lips against mine. His kiss was slow and warm and soft but there was something lacking in it. Something not exciting enough.

I stood on my spot, my legs frozen and my hands apparently paralyzed. I could not move.

My door opened on its own and I stumbled inside my apartment, breaking our contact.

We both just stood there staring at each other awkwardly and then he left.

He just left without a word.

Oh god, that can't be a good sign, right? Whatever happens, I never want to lose Jon as my friend. He's an amazing friend. One of my best friend.

I sat down on the edge of my sofa, still reeling from shock and replayed the last few minutes in my mind. I then contemplated on the kiss.

The kiss was not explosive and neither did it ignite my nerves and leave me trembling like I had imagined many times before... it lacked the spark. It felt like a peck, a friendly peck and nothing more.

And today morning, when I walked out of the elevator and collided with Jon, he just gave me a weak smile, mumbled out an inaudible apology, and rushed out.

That is very unlike Jonathon.

Jon is not someone who mumbles; he's very vocal and expressive and confident and sometimes annoying. It's like when you've spent hours in the dark and then suddenly someone flashes a source of extremely bright light on your eyes, that source of light is Jonathon. He's cheerful and a very positive influence. It is because of him that I had started jogging every morning before office, but then soon my inner lazy monster overpowered my temporary rush of adrenaline and I ended up sleeping in and stuffing my face in ice cream while having a Star Wars marathon with Oreo.

So anyway, I am currently sitting on the floor trying to find a certain folder that had all the data statistics and is very important in the presentation tomorrow. I've been searching for it for the past four hours without luck and I'm internally freaking out because my boss is going to have my head if I show up at the meeting without that file.

Oh shit.

"What the hell are you doing on the floor?" Izzy asks, her purse in slung over her shoulder.

"I can't find the analysis folder Iz, I've searched every room in this floor and Matt is going to kill me and Hodge will skin me alive, for being an embarrassment to the company and to my country, so bad that I'll have to get an ugly haircut, change my identity and move to China," I say laying myself down on my back, arms and legs open wide while staring at the ceiling.

I never noticed the ceiling before. It is so boring, so plain and white. The air conditioning vents need serious cleaning. Is that a spider web I see at the corner?

I tilt my head to the side. "Where are you going?" I ask.

"I have a nine to five job and it's five thirty. I spent thirty minutes looking for you. I was gonna ask a ride back home but you lost the analysis folder and now I'm gonna have to stay back and help ya." She rolls her eyes at me and kneels to check one of the bottom drawers.

"It's useless, I checked everything. I'm a lost case." I sigh, looking back up at the spider web.

"Have you tried checking the storage room at the 7th floor? You know that is the closet of lost folders. And do you not have a soft copy of that? "

"Izzy do you really think I'm gonna be making soft copies of information not in my department? And no there are no soft copies and no, I'm stupid, so I did not check the 7th floor yet," I say, with copious amounts of realization, getting up from the floor and dusting my back. "But you should go, you need not wait for me. I'll have Jace help me."

"Are you sure? I don't mind staying back." She shrugs as we both walk out.

"No, this might take time. After finding the folder I'll have to summarize and group by order all the charts, so you should go," I say while texting Jace to meet me in the storage room.

"Okay then...I'll leave, but don't work yourself out, Clary," Izzy warns in her motherly tone.

I smile at her just as I bump into Jonathon.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jon grumbles while moving out of the way.

I grab his arm. "Jonathon, wait." There's a type of desperation in my eyes. "I need to talk to you," I request while waving a goodbye to Izzy.

He doesn't look up at me but nods and walks towards a secluded corner.

I follow him and just as he turns he starts talking, "Clary I'm sorry for last night. The kiss was totally uncalled for. And I…" he pauses, looks up at me after what feels like months. "And I don't think we're gonna work," he says moving his hand back and forth between us.

I sigh. "I know, I wanted to say the same thing. You don't need to apologize for the kiss. But you're right: I don't think we're gonna work either," I agree carefully, stepping closer. "But Jon, I don't want to lose you as my friend. I love you as my friend and I love your broccoli sandwiches and our high school musical rehearsal enactments." I put a hand on his shoulder. "Things might be awkward between us for a while, but...I want us back. We are the best team I've ever known, and I'm always gonna protect you from Izzy's relentless teasing about your Luke Skywalker obsession." He breaks out into a wide grin.

"Oh thank God, I don't want to lose you as my friend either, Clare," he admits and takes a step closer, pulling me into a hug. We stay like that for a few seconds, like if we move away too fast the moments we just shared would break to dust, and then he leaves, though not before kissing my cheek and waving a big goodbye.

I feel my phone vibrate.

I've been waiting for you in the storage room for the last 20 minutes and I can't see you anywhere. Is this when you send your ninja assassin to murder me as everyone leaves? Jace.

I smile involuntarily as I make my way to the 7th floor. I open the door to see Jace perched on one of the shelves playing Candy Crush on his phone.

"Seriously? Candy crush? How old are you, eight?"

"How dare you! This is Candy crush saga and kids like you will never understand the complexity and efficacy of this war against time," he dramatically gasps at me.

I roll my eyes. "I can't find data statistics file in this goddamned building and I need you to begin searching for it because otherwise, Matt will kill you and Hodge will skin you alive, for being an embarrassment to the company and to our country, so bad, that you'll have to get an ugly haircut, change your identity and move to China." I tell him repeating my own words, and a slight smirk smothering my face.

He frowns. "Why China? Why not Canada?"

"Because Canada has less population and anybody can find you there, whereas in China… what the hell?! Start searching for the folder Jace and stop deviating me from the important issue here!"

OOF! This boy.

I march to the first drawer and empty the boxes looking for the file. "If I'm gonna be stuck here with you then I'm gonna need pizza, garlic bread and coke," Jace declares, crossing his arms.

I roll my eyes. "Fine, order some for me, too".

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I don't know what time it is but I'm pretty sure it's late and our pizzas are over. We've had no luck so far in finding the file.

Jace and I are sitting at the opposite ends of the room, clearly tired, surrounded by huge piles of folders that look like paper monsters.

"We should call it a day and head back home boss, I'm tired," Jace announces.

"Nope, I'm not going to break my streak of perfection, Jace. I've never, never misplaced any any file over the years and I'm always responsible and no such disaster has ever happened to me before!" I'm practically yelling now as I pace the room back and forth. "I can't disappoint my bosses, I can't disappoint Mr. Starkweather." My eyes grow wide. "Oh my god, I'm totally freaking out."

I stop my pacing as I begin to hyperventilate while picturing my ugly haircut. "I'll have to move to China now, maybe I can call myself Xi and dye my hair black and live in those bent huts while farming rice." Oh, I'm totally hyperventilating now.

Jace rushes over to me, "oh my goodness Clary, breathe. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out." Jace is chanting the words like a mantra as he holds my face in his palms.

I push him away from me. "Don't touch me! This is all because of you. Ever since you stepped in here my life has gone haywire and everything is messing up and going out of order. I am losing my mind!" I scream as I move backwards, my back hitting the wall. I crouch down and bury my head in my hands.

Suddenly I heard a click. I look up and the room is pitch black. "We're still in here!" I shout. The guards must be closing down the building. I get up to open the door. What the… the door is locked. The door is locked from outside, there's no electricity, and I'm trapped for the rest of the night without my phone. With Jace.

I am trapped for the rest of the night in a tiny storage room with Jace!

OHMYGOD. This is bad.

A/N: **wiggles eyebrows** guess you'll find out in the next chapter.

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