Chapter 11
Disclaimer: The Mortal Instruments and all its characters belongs to the magnificent Cassandra Clare ;)
JPoV:
I open my eyes and am met with one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. Clary is sound asleep in my arms, her breathing deep and calm, her face peaceful. I remember the events of last night and a broad smile stretches across my face.
Clary's my girlfriend. After all these years. I don't think I could be happier right now. I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead wanting to remember this moment forever. Her eyelids flutter open and I'm soon looking at her deep emerald eyes. She smiles and my chest tightens.
"Morning," she mumbles, voice still thick with sleep. I chuckle and bend to kiss her nose. She sighs and smiles again.
"Morning, love," I reply. "What do you want to do today?" I ask, pushing a strand of flaming hair behind her ear.
"Sleeeep," the little red-head groans and I chuckle again. "I just want to get back on my schedule of sleeping until noon, but you people seem to be insistent on waking up at the crack of dawn," she grumbles, closing her eyes and turning away from me, pulling a great deal of the sheets off of me in the process. I can feel her smirking. I can feel it like her actions are tied with mine. I roll my eyes at her laziness.
"Clare-bear, it's 9:30, love," I say glancing over at the clock on the nightstand. "I would hardly consider this 'the crack of dawn.'" I mimic her whiny morning voice and she turns back around to glare at me making me snort. "Still not a morning person, I see. I swear you haven't changed a bit since high school, my dear Clarissa," I muse. Clary just smacks me on the chest.
"And you're still a douche, I see," she retorts halfheartedly. "I just want to sleep," she repeats stubbornly. Yup. No change.
"Baby, we should really get up," I reason.
"Baby?" my overly critical girlfriend questions, ignoring the second part of what I just said and causing me to roll my eyes for the umpteenth time this morning. I lean over having a pretty good idea of what will wake her up.
"Besides, I have something else in mind that we could do later," I whisper huskily in her ear, kissing the shell of it lightly. A sly smile stretches across my face as I feel her shudder underneath me.
"Oh yeah?" she breathes.
"Yeah," I reply, rolling off of her abruptly. Clary frowns instantly, an adorable crease forming right between her eyebrows. Then she sighs and lies back down.
"A few more minutes?" she asks sweetly and I cave with another eye roll. I lie back down and wrap my arms around her again, smiling like a madman as she gives a small sigh. Soon I hear footsteps in the hallway and Izzy's voice approaching.
"Jace? Have you seen Clar—what the hell?!" She exclaims and our heads snap up. Isabelle looks so ecstatic that her head might explode at any second. Uh oh. I know what's coming. Apparently, so does Clary because she reaches her hands up and covers my ears at the exact same time as I reach out to cover hers. Even with our ears covered, the raven-haired girl is so loud we can still hear her.
"FINALLY!" she squeals at the top of her lungs and my little red-head laughs, shaking her head. Izzy is still squealing and rambling about how we finally realized our feelings for each other and that she was right all along and on and on. Clary and I uncover our ears and turn amused expressions to her best friend who is currently freaking out. I drag a groaning red-head out of bed and press a kiss to her temple. "When the hell did this happen?" Isabelle interrogates, sounding breathless.
"Um, last night, Izzy," Clary explains. I sigh as Izzy squeals again and walks out of the room ranting about weddings and babies. Clary is about to follow her, but before she can leave I grab her around the waist and pull her flush against me, capturing her lips with mine. She lays her small hands against my chest and kisses back briefly before we both pull away.
"I love you," she whispers with absolute certainty. The sound of it immediately turns my insides to dust. I am so far gone for this woman that it's not even funny.
"I love you too," I reply matching her conviction. "So, so much, angel." She flushes deeply, matching her hair, and gives me a light peck, before turning and hurrying off after Izzy to make sure she hasn't already started planning our wedding ceremony.
CPoV:
I follow Izzy out of Jace's bedroom, my head still whirling with the events of last night and this morning. Jace is my boyfriend. He loves me and I love him. So, so much. I realize that now. Izzy is still buzzing with excitement and going on and on about weddings and…babies!
"Oh, my GOD! Your babies are going to so ADORABLE!" she squeals and I let out a short, surprised laugh. "God, Clary, everyone's been waiting for this day for years! I called it first, you know," she states matter-of-factly. I just roll my eyes. Typical Izzy. "Come to think of it…" she says thoughtfully, "Mags owes me twenty bucks!" I gawk at my best friend.
"You guys bet on my love life?" I ask incredulously. She just nods, her jet black hair swishing. I roll my eyes again. We stop outside of her room and she turns to me.
"I'm really happy for your, Clary," she says sincerely, enveloping me in a bone crushing hug. "I love you, you know that right? I mean you are so much more than my best friend—you are honestly my sister and I've just only wanted what was best for you," she rambles. I laugh quietly, a smile spreading over my features.
"Of course, Isabelle," I reply, "I love you too. And I know you wanted the best for me and Jace. It just took us a little bit to figure that out." We laugh and break from our hug.
"I'll say," my sister replies laughing even more and soon we're sprawled on her bed, dying of uncontrollable, unexplained laughter, just like when we were in high school.
~~~LINE BREAK~~~
The next week flies by so fast that it all kind of just blurs together. I remember Simon saying that he's just going to crash in mine and Izzy's apartment while I (and hopefully Jace) am shooting the movie in Martha's Vineyard to be closer to everyone, since Magnus and Alec live in Manhattan as well. I remember packing pretty much every single item of clothing I own into two very large suit cases plus a carryon, and Izzy and Mags insisting that I at least try to dress better while I'm away (I also remember ignoring them). I remember Jace squealing like a little girl who got a Barbie for Christmas when his motorcycle finally got shipped in. I remember booking our flight tickets (expensive by the way). And I remember Jace and I kissing… quite a bit (cue horribly embarrassing blush).
So, now, Jace and I are all packed (our bags "carefully" thrown into the trunk of a taxi) and, having said long and emotional goodbyes to our friends, we're climbing into the cab and headed to an airport so we can fly to Martha's Vineyard (me, for overseeing the production, him, for auditions). The whole ride to the airport, I'm bouncing my leg up and down in anticipation and nervousness. I feel the comforting pressure of Jace slipping his hand into mine.
"Hey, baby," he says gently, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. "What's wrong, beautiful?" I sigh and squeeze my eyes shut for a moment.
"I'm just…worried. What if this whole thing turns to shit?" I ask quietly. "I mean, this is my book we're talking about. What if the movie comes out horribly and people won't want to read it anymore?" I know I might be overthinking this a little, but I can't help it. My brain is going into overdrive thinking of all the possible ways this could end. Next to me, the golden haired man lets out a quiet laugh. I'm looking down at our intertwined hands, not daring letting him see the fear in my eyes.
"Clary, love," he says gently, "Look at my, baby." I continue staring intently at our hands. "Clarissa," he says, and this time I look up, my eyes glazed over with unshed tears of anxiousness. He sighs and uses his other thumb to swipe away a tear that had released itself. He pulls me into his lap and wraps both of his arms around me, securing me, making me sane. "I know it's scary, babe, but trust me, the movie is going to turn out fantastically—especially with you overseeing the filming. Everyone who watches it is going to love it." I smile at his total sincerity and blush as he leans down and kisses my nose. I lean my head against his muscular chest, slightly more at ease now.
"Thank you," I say quietly. "I love you."
"I know." I feel his reply rumble through his chest. I scoff and smack him lightly. "Kidding, kidding," he chuckles. "I love you too."
JPoV:
To say I'm nervous would be the understatement of the century. But right now, with my girlfriend curled up on my lap freaking out about her own career, I know I have to push the nerves down. This could be my first big break as an actor. It could really kick-start my career and I'm freaking out. We sit in silence for a minute, listening to the heavy Manhattan traffic whizzing past the windows of our cab. Suddenly, Clary stirs in my arms and cranes her head up to look at me.
"My turn," she says quietly, searching my face. I cock my head to the side and arch an eyebrow at her (something she still can't do).
"What was that?"
"I said it's my turn," she repeats. "You calmed me down, now I get to calm you down." I scoff, not wanting her to see how freaked out I actually am.
"I'm fine, love," I insist. She lets out an exasperated sound that makes me grin like a maniac inwardly.
"Jace, you can be afraid. It's okay to be scared," Clary says. "We can be scared together." I chuckle at that. She's adorable…and I'm whipped as fuck.
"Honestly, baby, I'm fine. I'm not scared about anything," I repeat and the little red-head sighs heavily.
"Jonathan Christopher," she threatens, tilting her head to the side a little bit.
"Clarissa Adele," I mock, making her blow out a slow breath of frustration.
"Really, Jace, I've known you since we were two. We know everything about each other. Do you honestly think I can't see that you're anxious about something?" she asks me gently. I puff out a sigh of defeat.
"Yeah, yeah, alright," I mumble. "I'm just a little freaked for the audition, that all."
"Was that so hard to do, Wayland?" she questions, adorably trying to raise a single eyebrow…and failing. I laugh, shaking my head.
"You're cute when you try to raise an eyebrow," I state, and watch joyfully as her face burns a red as bright as her hair.
"Yeah, well…" she mutters burying her face in my chest.
"Yup. That's my outgoing little Clare-bear," I say chuckling.
"Yup. And that's my jackass Jacey," she retorts raising her head up a little. I hold my hand over my heart and feign hurt.
"Who are you calling a jackass?" I say as if I really took offense to the comment. Clary's fiery head snaps up fully and she glares at me.
"Well, who are you calling little?" she asks fiercely. I chuckle again.
"Just my fucking adorable, five-foot-zero girlfriend," I reply nonchalantly.
She frowns for a minute before muttering, "Damn you."
"What now?" I ask, laughing in surprise. Clary just smacks me upside the head with her small, but immensely powerful, hands. Shit, that hurt.
"I was trying to be mad at you," she starts hotly, "But I can't do that if you're making sappy comments at me left and right now can I?" I chuckle, for what feels like the umpteenth time this entire cab ride, and shake my head at her, just as the driver pulls into the massive parking lot of JFK Airport.
We pay and get out of the car, pulling all of our luggage out of the back and watch as the taxi driver speeds away. I look at Clary who is trying to get her two giant ass suitcases, decent sized carryon, and messenger bag situated. I grab one of her big suitcases and the carryon (seeing as I only have one large suitcase and a small carryon myself) to lessen her load. She looks at me gratefully and we make our way into the terminal. We run through security, our bags taken to be put on the plane and then we're making our way over to a waiting area.
"You know that really hurt," I say rubbing my head as we sit down on a loveseat. The little red-head just gives me a smirk.
"Oh, man up, Wayland," she replies.
"You see, if I could smack you right now, I would," I say thoughtfully. Clary scoffs, and suddenly people are actually paying attention to our interesting exchange.
"You wouldn't dare," my girlfriend challenges, narrowing her bright green eyes at me. I smirk before I reply.
"I know. I wouldn't want to damage you beautiful face." A few people "aww" and everyone who is listening smiles, but Clary throws her hands in the air (a gesture that I remember distinctly means she's frustrated).
"Again with the sappy comments!" she exclaims. I pull her onto my lap so she's facing me and lean in close.
"You know you love me," I say cheekily, planting a quick kiss on her lips.
"Go to hell," she says against my lips, but I can see and feel her wide smile as I go to kiss her again.
A/N: I am the worst person ever. Go ahead, call me the worst person ever. I think that was the longest it has ever taken me to update this story and for that I am really sorry. Anyway... that was chapter eleven! PURE FLUFF! Was it cute or what? Next chapter they will be arriving in Martha's Vineyard and I'm so so so so so so excited to start writing the movie filming chapters! Okay so I think that's it for now... don't forget to review! Reviewing spreads rainbows and happiness :D
Until next time, my lovelies!
~MG