The theme songs for the chapter are Boys (Lesson One) by Jars of Clay and Clarity by Zedd. Short and rather shitty chapter, I'll go back and edit later. I'm on a schedule here

"Wait. What?" Isabelle asked for what was probably the millionth time. "So you and Jace spent the entire night on Simon's bed... and you didn't even kiss?"

Clary rolled her eyes and wondered for a moment why she had bothered confiding in Izzy. She'd come with Simon to the Lightwoods' huge manor house in the hopes that the other girl could help her sort out her tangled feelings for Jace, but so far she hadn't done much. What Clary really needed was Maia.

Maia had been her only friend back in Mantua, and she was Clary's sole confidante, although she had known nothing about the awful Morgensterns. She didn't pry, and when Clary was allowed to spend the night at her house, they'd stay up talking for hours. Maia would know what to do about Jace, Clary thought wistfully.

"I'm not ready for that stuff yet," she explained to her clueless friend. "Also, technically it was a futon, not a bed."

Isabelle shrugged. "Same difference. Actually, I'd take a night with Jace or Simon anytime."

Clary's mouth fell open. "But Jace... he's like your brother!"

Isabelle laughed. "Adopted. So I can still call him sexy without getting arrested. Are you sure you don't like him?"

Clary put her head in her hands. "You're impossible."

Isabelle clapped her hands in excitement, bouncing up and down on the enormous pink bed. "You do like him! I knew it!"

Clary looked around the room and tried to come up with a viable response, but in her heart she knew that it wasn't possible. Isabelle had her cornered, and they both knew it.

"Maybe a little bit," she conceded, freeing her dark red hair from its ponytail and letting it fall over her face. It was probably the only thing in Isabelle's bedroom that wasn't pink or black.

The walls were a horrid shade of magenta, and the place was a mess. Clothes were plied everywhere and a lacy bra dangled from the ceiling fan. Glitter and empty bottles of perfume and makeup were scattered everywhere. It made Clary's eyes burn just looking at it. She wasn't sure where Jace and Simon were, either- it was easy to get lost in the gigantic maze the Lightwoods called a house.

Church, Isabelle's grey tabby cat, rolled over and gave a rusty meow. Clary absently stroked his belly as Izzy scribbled something down on a piece of paper.

"Here," she said, folding it into Clary's hand. "Jace's phone number."

"But Isabelle-"

The door sprang open with a crack and Church slept off the bed, stalking out of the room. Simon and Jace stood framed in the doorway.

"Does anyone want to go into the city?" Simon asked cheerfully, taking in the room and it's contents, raising his eyebrows when he saw the bra on the ceiling fan.

Isabelle glared and took it down, shoving it into her closet while Clary hid a smile. The smile soon disappeared, though, when Isabelle did the absolute last thing Clary would have expected to do.

She marched to the front of the room, grabbed Simon by the shirt, and kissed him.

Jace and Clary looked at each other, and Clary shrugged as if to say, What's with her? Jace looked wistful for a fleeting moment; Clary wondered if he was remembering their own kiss, just as she was. She remembered his words from the morning, and couldn't help staring at him longer than she probably should have.

I'll be here whenever you need me.

Was that Jace's way of saying 'I love you'?

Long rant (feel free to skip)

Decided to write again to help my mood- I just found out that I'm being dragged to Tennessee tomorrow, RIGHT AFTER I GET MY FREAKING TEETH PULLED, so I will be:

1. Miserable in the car for 5 hours with a sore mouth and three psycho sisters 2. Unable to get the Amazon order that was supposed to come tomorrow (no, I DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE LEAVING MY ANGELIC RUNE NECKLACE ON THE DOORSTEP FOR FOUR DAYS, THANKS) 3. Bored. Out. Of. My. Effing. Mind.

(Sorry about that. I just need to rant about my awful life some days. Thanks for putting up with my cranky psychoness. 3 you all!)