Hello :) just got back from watching THE CITY OF BONES! (I loved it, my boyfriend, not so much) OH well...he'll get over it. He saw girls in tight leather pants. I think he's juuuuussssttt fine haha. Well, the British accents weren't really doing it for me, and Jace...ehhhh...he's okay. I think he'll grow on me. But I did think the demon boy in the beginning was FIIIIIIIIINE. He could, you know, do demonic things to me any time he'd like ;) hahaha and I found myself ODDLY attracted to Magnus Bane. Say WHAAAAT? He wore reallllyyy short (I mean booty shorts) shorts, and he was wearing eyeliner, but I found him kinda awesome. Awkward turtle. O Anyways, I love this song :) and this was stuck in my head all night, so here you go. Cute, random Clace moment. And girls...you'll understand...you just have to. :D Enjoy!

Song: True Love by P!NK

Requested by: ME! (Deal with it)

At the same time,

I wanna hug you,

I wanna wrap my hands around your neck

I released a huge belch as Clary let herself into the dorm room, spontaneous March snow clinging to her knitted cap and wool coat. I looked up as I heard it shut, and a small laugh worked its way up from my throat. I mean, after all, I am a guy, and any form of gas is funny to a guy. But not to Clary…apparently. Her smile turned to a frown of disgust, "Seriously, Jace, I swear…sometimes I just wanna…ugh!" She discarded her winter apparel in the kitchen and huffed off to her room, red hair flying behind her like a magician's vanishing dust. I tossed a look at Alec and shrugged, "Must be her time of the month."

Alec brought his water to his lips and chuckled slightly, muttering into the bottle, "I am sooo glad I'm gay." I nearly choked on my Coca-Cola, since this was, in fact, the first time my parabatai mentioned this aloud. He'd become so much more open since Magnus came along. Thankfully, I swallowed my mouthful smoothly and was able to clap Alec on the back, begging for good luck with my eyes. The black-haired boy merely nodded, smirking into his bottle. I was definitely going to kick his ass later. Abandoning my beloved reruns of iCarly, I followed Clary's wake of fury to her bedroom.

"Go away, Jace," she growled as my hand reached for the doorknob, except, she wasn't in her bedroom. She was behind me, with a knife balanced between my shoulder blades. Damn, I taught that girl well. Putting my hands up in surrender, I slowly turned to face her, momentarily getting lost in the striking beauty that always accompanied her when she was on a hunt. I'd trained her, spent many hours on the other side of her seraph blade, yet I'd never been the target of her anger, directly in the crosshairs with a fear of her attacking. And it was absolutely stunning.

Her green eyes were focused, steady, but squinted in a look of undeniable rage. Her red curls fanned ferociously around her face. Even her freckles looked menacing. Her nose was scrunched, like a cute rabbit. The sight nearly caused me to lose my breath, but ever the sweet talker, I had enough to squeeze out, "You look like an angry bunny."

She advanced a step, the knife, now pressed against my chest, dug into the fabric of my shirt a bit, as her eyes bore into mine, merely centimeters away. "What?" She spat, her fingers tightening on the handle. Now, a normal human being would be afraid in this situation, but being myself, Jace Herondale, kickass Shadowhunter, I just laughed, and ran my fingers up and down Clary's arm, placing a kiss on her forehead. Every possible way of escaping this situation was running through my mind, every way of disarming my girlfriend was pushing its way to the front of my brain, but I found that I was completely unprepared for what would happen next. The knife fell from Clary's grasp, clattering to the ground, soon followed by Clary as she collapsed to the floor in a fit of tears.

I stood there idiotically, momentarily wondering where the knife had gone, until I finally realized that Clary was balled up by my feet. Running my fingers through my hair, I sat down by her sobbing form and pulled her tight against my chest. "I didn't mean it, Morgen. You don't look like a bunny!" Clary's tearstained face looked up at me, and she cried even harder.

"So I'm not cute?!" Snot ran from her nose, and I wiped it on my sleeve. Is it weird that I still found her extremely attractive?

"No, no, baby! You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen!"

"You…you think I'm a baby?!" She wailed harder. I stuttered and decided to remain silent as I scooped her up and brought her to her bedroom, setting her gently on the bed before closing the door and tucking the blankets around her.

"Clare-bear," I tried again in a soft voice, brushing away the curls that were stuck to her face with tears, "what's wrong?" Clary inhaled and exhaled heavily, as if she were hyperventilating. I stretched out beside her and waited patiently.

"You…you and Alec were…were BURPING! You were having a contest in the living room!" she yelled, the sadness again replaced by wrath as she jabbed a finger into my chest. It was hard to contain my laughter at the situation. I felt as if I'd been slapped in the middle of a cheesy comedy. "I BREATHE that air, you know." I ran a hand over my face as she continued on to say that it was as if she were sucking in tiny particles of vomit.

I smoothed her curls as her anger again melted into tears, her eyes brimming over just as I reached into my jeans pocket and conveniently pulled out a candy bar I'd stashed there merely for this reason. "Here, Clary, eat this. You're not you when you're hungry." She looked down at the SNICKERS bar in my hand and slapped it onto the bed.

"This isn't a damn commercial, Jace." I just smiled, ignoring her hands as they wacked at the silver foil. I waved the bar in front of her nose, taunting her.

"Come on, Morgen. You know you want it." I grinned victoriously as she snatched it from my hands.

"You know, Jace. Sometimes, I really hate you." I pretended to act offended as she continued, "But like, I still love you." She laughed to herself. "Like, I want to hug you, but at the same time I want to wring your neck, you know?" I shook my head, used to this proclamation, since she repeated the same sentiment once a month. I kissed her tenderly on the lips.

"Not really, Clare-bear. I love you all the time." With that one-hundred percent truthful statement, I unwrapped the candy bar and handed her the chocolatey goodness inside.

"Thanks, Jace," she said before taking I bite. "I love you, too." She ate the SNICKERS and we sat in silence for a few moments, her hand sliding into mine, her smile returning. You calmed the storm, Jace. You're like…a god. I contemplated excusing myself to go to my room and get the emergency kit I kept for this week, completely with girly chick flicks, lots of chocolate, and some cute stuffed animals. About to get up, I lifted my head off the pillows, stirring the air a little.

"Clary…did you…burp?" She blushed bright red, stuffing half the candy bar into her mouth to avoid answering. I smiled and inhaled.

"Hmmm…tastes like SNICKERS." Let's just say red handprints go really well with my complexion.

Sometimes I wonder how we ever came to be,

But without you I'm incomplete

I think it must be

True love, true love