I know OMGGGG! But last time seemed like such a good time to stop.. you know right? Right? RIGHT?

I thought so.

Disclaimer: Me- Hey Cassy C? Dou you think I could-

Cassandra Clare- No!

Me- But

Cassandra Clare- No Scarlett! You are not getting TMI!

Me- :'( so sad.

IDK what that was let's just continue:

CPOV

Jace Herondale is sitting right in front of me. And boy, is he good.

I'm pretty shocked actually, because if I ever imagined Jace playing any instrument, it would be an electric guitar.

And if you would have told me this was the same guy who's already slept with too many girls to count, humiliates numbers of people and doesn't even care ; I wouldn't have believed you.

He just looks so angelic, so mesmerizing, and so… beautiful.

Yes, Jace is pretty good looking; I will admit myself to say. But this was just… just… not Jace.

When he finishes he relaxes and lies back, closing his eyes and I'm just here, standing like an idiot.

Should I run? Talk? Take a photo? Make fun of him?

None of these options seem right.

I'm just about to speak up or something, when he turns his head and I gasp.

His eyes suddenly flash open like lightning bolts and I am immediately paralyzed… by those golden eyes that have been haunting my dreams for what seems like an eternity.

JPOV

Anyone but her, ANYONE but her!

But there she is, in all her glory. Her eyes are wide and her hand is clamped shut over her mouth.

"Jace" she whispers, and I'm just paralyzed, like an idiot. What should I do?

"I-I…" I stutter and mentally slap myself.

"I didn't know you played like... Um... you know… that." She's approaching me calmly, but nervously, as if I were to pounce on her any second. Not saying that I wouldn't though…

She's right next to me now, so close, I can see the goose bumps on her shaking arms and the shiver that goes through both of us when I speak.

"Not many people know the real me" I whisper. I don't know why we're whispering, but it just seems wrong to talk normally.

"So… this is the real you?" she sits down on the piano bench, right next to me and I put all my power into not kissing her right now… Wait what!?

"Mmhm" I mutter and look down slightly, because seriously, there is a huge difference in height over here.

"And why doesn't anyone else know the real you?" her emerald gaze is steady, but she's so close, I can feel her heavy, uncertain breathing.

"Because no one wants a broken heart around" I huff.

Damn. I just ruined it didn't I?

But no, something actually seems to click inside Clary, and somehow we're even closer than before, and my body seems to be in a never-ending electrical shock.

"Sometimes, your heart breaks in two." Her voice is so soft, but her hand is softer, gently on top of mine.

"But when your broken heart meets another one, they can mend each other and fix themselves. Not like a rock, but bending and twisting stronger than ever before. Because when a mirror shatters, it's hard to pick all the pieces up, and hearts are so, so the same; the one difference is, hearts can be mended, you just need another half a heart, to make a stronger one… together." I don't know if it's instinct, the closeness, or just pure magic; but in a flash of lightning, we're kissing.

And god, I just can't get enough.

I'm pushing her down on the piano seat, but I hear no complaints.

One of her hands is tangling in my golden curls and the other is on my neck, pulling me closer and closer.

We gasp for air and she just stares at me like I'm an angel sent to take her to paradise.

"Jace." She says again.

"Yes Clary?" I whisper in her ear making her shiver.

"Wait, Jace stop." She pushes me up and I just look at her, with a puzzled look on my face.

"Jace. I'm with Sebastian!"

His mere name, makes fume come out of my ears.

"Really!?" I snap and quickly regret it as she recoils.

"Jace, stop stringing me along like this!"

"Oh, but dear Clarissa, I can't!" I use her full name, hoping she'll listen closely. It works... sort of.

"And why is that Herondale?" she retorts, hands oh hips and I can't help but think how cute she is when she's mad.

"Oh, come on Clary! You felt it too, didn't you? The spark, the sizzle, didn't you?!" I say, and more than anything, I'm desperate, hoping that she feels the same; Because, I have honestly never experienced anything like this before, and though I would never admit it, I'm scared.

Then I see the click in her eyes again. The recognition, the care, the realization.

But then, her feeling close up. And I know, what that look in her eyes means, those tough walls that defend you through all the emotion, I recognize it, because those are the walls I build up everyday just because I know I'm going to see Clary's face again.

"Is that what you say to all your whores?" she asks and when she's responded with silence, she snorts and runs out of the shed.

I sit there for a while. It could have been seconds, hours, days for all I know.

But there's one question I can't help but ask myself…

Is it true?

Can my broken heart be fixed?

Is Clary my missing broken heart?

So, yeah. I don't know what is happening all over the pace but whatevs! Oh, and you've probably guessed it by now, but this is a CLACE story.

Okie dokie, bye!