Hey guys. I'm sorry. I'm aware that I haven't been on for a long time. Months, actually. I guess nothing really explains it well enough, but I've been wrapped up in homework, maintaining an active art account, reading, and some of my own personal things. I've had the largest writer's block ever in my life.

After this fanfiction is over, I think I'll take a break from . I know I haven't been active, but neither has anything else. I rarely get follows or favourites anymore, neither comments. I've also been fixing up my first fanfic, Falling Hard, so it's more up to date. I won't be gone for too long, I hope. If I have any ideas for a new fanfic, I might be on earlier. I'm only taking the break to relieve my stress. Thanks for understanding.

Follow my account so that when I get back, you'll know.

Thank you so much for sticking by my story through all this time. I love you guys so much. And I feel that I don't tell you guys often enough. Thank you so much. Please, please, please drop another review? I definitely would read every single one, word by word (I can't express how important your comments are to me!). I'd love it. Thank you guys so much. So, so, so much.

Sorry for the rambling. Hehe.

CLARY POV

I awoke to the sunlight in my face. Not the best start for a Monday morning.

Ding dong!

Reluctantly, I dragged myself down the stairs, and twisted the lock of the door.

"Hello, Clary." I heard the voice before I even saw his face.

"Jace? It's so early. What're you doing here?" I groggily murmured, not even trying to stifle the yawn.

"Even when you're sleepy, you're beautiful." He replied, slightly smiling.

"Save your sweet talk, and get me some coffee." I said, jokingly. But, being the person is was, he had already gotten me some.

Deciding that bad breath and messy hair wasn't the most attractive thing, I rushed up the stairs, and tried to multi-task by brushing my teeth and hair at the same time. When my hair refused to be brushed, I rinsed it, and wrapped up in a towel, coiling it on my head.

When I walked down the stairs, I found Jace leaning against a wall, staring out the window. It had started to rain, the pattering sound of water dripping onto the roof. And on my hardwood floor, as my un-bound hair was also wet, creating tiny pools of water.

"Whatcha thinking?" I inquired, recognizing his thoughtful expression.

"Oh...just that...it's been a while since I took you out on a date."

"I think a date's long overdue." I smiled, walking to the kitchen. Flinging open the fridge door, I pretended to search for something to eat. But really, I was just desperate to conceal my grin.

CLARY POV

A shiver found its way down my spinet as a gust of wind blew. Apparently, a tee shirt wasn't really ideal for a windy day. At least the rain had stopped before we left.

"Want my jacket?" Jace asked. I didn't want to seem inconsiderate, so I declined. We kept walking down a trail in a park that I'm unfamiliar with. But I'm sure he has something great planned. Smiling to myself, I looked to the ground as I walked. Trying to concentrate on the leaves scattering the floor was hard as I attempted to contain my nerves. Where was he taking me? What are we going to do?

After what seemed like forever, we finally reached our destination. Or, at least, that's what Jace said.

I found an empty field of flowers that seemed to go on and on and on. Onto the right, there was a volleyball net set up, and on to the left, a small table with a large basket.

"What's all this?" I asked, walking out towards the field.

"I feel that I never really did enough with you. So here, I set up lots of things. Like that volleyball net, and that table. A volleyball game and lunch rolled into one. Oh, and I brought a sketch pad for you, I thought you'd want it. I also managed to find a projector, and a white board to watch a movie." He paused for a moment, and started again. "I know, it's kinda crummy."

"Better than nothing." I realized how unappreciative I sounded, then added, more sincerely, "It's great, Jace."

Deciding to change the topic, I said, "Where'd you find a projector?"

"I know a guy." He replied, running a hand through his silky hair. "Where should we start?"

CLARY POV

"Oh, bring it on!" I shouted, tossing a water balloon at him. It hit him square in the chest.

"It has been brought on!" He hollered, throwing one at my back as I grabbed another balloon. We both fell to the ground, side by side, laughing.

Smirking, I stood and picked up a blue balloon, and dropped it right next to his face, splattering him with water.

"FRAY!" Jace tried to conceal his laughter. I was walking away until he grabbed my arm, and then ambushing me with more water balloons. I shrieked happily. This was kinda like the old times. I hadn't realized how much I missed it. How much I missed him.

CLARY POV

The rain poured only harder.

Jace and I were right in the middle of watching a movie, when we felt drops of rain slashing on our faces. Within a minute, it started pounding rain. I could hardly see anything, it's my hair soaking wet and all in my face.

I shivered, seriously regretting my choice of outfit for today. Then, I felt a thick layer of fabric cover my arms. Looking up, I saw that Jace had lent me his jacket. I inhaled. It smelled like his shampoo.

"T-thank you," I managed to stutter, gripping onto the jacket.

"Let's go before you get sick." Jace said simply, and we ran. I couldn't help but laugh as we ran, it reminded me so much of high school.

JACE POV

We burst through the door of the café down the street. Clary wrung out her hair, grinning at me. I, too, was laughing by the time we sat down, in a booth near the corner of the café.

When we got our drinks, we started to talk. About everything, really. It was so random, the topics we picked. It was almost like meeting her all over again; her favourite colour, pizza topping, Starbucks drink. And for the millionth time, I admired her flaming hair, the way it curled, the way it looked while it was damp. Clary's green eyes were peircing as ever, one thing that had never changed about her, one thing that I always fell in love with, again, and again, and again.

For the first time, though, I paid attention to everything she did, and felt a pang of hope that we could still be what we used to.

And from that moment...

...I knew that I loved her.

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