Okay, you all seemed to be really confused about this, but Jace and Clary are together…for now MUWHAHAHAHA ;).
I wake up to a loud knocking sound on my door the next morning. I groan lowly and blatantly refuse to open my eyes. If I wait long enough, whoever is trying to intrude on my much needed rest might just go away. I subconsciously hold my breath as I wait, hearing only silence. Maybe whoever it is left….
Knock, knock, knock.
I sigh as I finally open my eyes. The sun is barely shining into my room despite the fact that my curtains are open on my window. Clearly, whoever it was had lost their mind because no sane person was actually awake when the sun was rising on a Saturday!
Knock, knock, knock.
"I know you're awake, Clary," Simon's voice permeates through the door. "I can hear your early morning grunts."
I scowl at the insult and the fact that he's the one that's waking me up. Why is Simon here so early? I blink, my eyes widening, and my sleepiness immediately diminishing as I remember our short exchange of texts the day before. I abruptly roll of the bed and land on the floor feet first, much to my surprise. "Coming!" I call.
I don't bother even looking in a mirror before I open the door to admit my oldest friend. He is leaning in the doorway, trying and failing to look calm. "I didn't think you were going to get up," he informs me.
"I wasn't," I grumble before turning around and walking back to my bed. "This is a dangerous time for us to talk, Lewis."
"Yeah," Simon sighs, "well, I figured that talking to you would be a practice trial."
"Practice trial?" I question as I sit back down on my bed, pulling my duvet around my shoulders and looking up at him curiously.
He grins at me sheepishly as he rubs the back of his neck with his hand. "Yeah, a practice trial before I work up the nerve to go and talk to Isabelle."
"That's a good idea," I compliment, "Though I would advise you that telling someone that their apology is practice for you apologizing to someone else is a bit wrong."
"Yeah," he said nodding, "I'll remember that. Sometimes being blunt isn't a good idea."
I can tell he's distracted, and I'm finding it harder and harder to be angry with him. "I agree," I say before looking at him expectantly.
"Right," he says, shaking his head. "I was being a douche bag Monday, I wasn't being considerate to anyone but myself, and if I'm being honest, kissing Kaelie was about the worst experience of my life. She tried to rip my hair out of my scalp."
"Leave that detailed part out when you're talking to Izzy," I suggest. "Just tell her that it was bad."
He nods, "Thanks, anyways. I miss you so much, and I need your guidance for all of my petty girl problems, and I really want you back as my best anime friend." He looks at me hopefully, and I bite my lip as I pretend to consider what he said.
"I might have to get you to fill out a contract," I say after a moment. "I mean, I need to ensure that we don't stop being best anime friends ever again."
He smirks slightly as he nods. "Of course, we can take it to a lawyer after you write it, and make sure that there're no loopholes in it."
I roll my eyes and open up my blanket enough to show him my open arms. He smiles in relief as he walks forward and we both pull each other into hugs.
"Alright," I coach Simon as we walk to the car with Jon flanking my other side, smirking at him, "remember, when you're talking to Isabelle, she isn't exactly your greatest fan right now, though it is equally her fault. Don't put your foot in your mouth."
"Do I ever put my foot in my mouth?" Simon scoffs with a wave of his hand.
"Yes," Jon and I answer immediately. Both of us burst out in small fits of laughter as we slide into the front seat of Jon's car. Simon gets into the back, muttering under his breath so lowly that I can barely tell that he's making a sound.
I turn around and grin at him, still smiling slightly. "Don't worry too much about it, Simon. Isabelle probably wants to forgive you so you both can go back to that awkward form of flirting that you were in before."
"You mean like you and Jace before you went out?" Simon shot back.
"He has a point," Jon says in a singsong voice as we smoothly roll out of the driveway. "You both were so annoying before and now you're—"
"Still annoying?" Simon finishes for him, "Except for now we can tease you about it without you both getting all defensive."
It's now my turn to mutter lowly, but at the thought of Jace makes me smile slightly and I can't really say I feel too indignant about the comment.
I pull my phone out and press Jace's name on my message list. He's the first one there since we'd texted each other good night before I'd fallen asleep around two o'clock this morning. I smile at the thought before I begin typing. After I press the send button, I look back over it to make sure that it has everything that I wanted to say.
Me: Good morning Jaciepoo!
I smirk at this; he really is such a sucky morning person that it probably should be illegal.
We're about to start heading over now, are Alec and Magnus around by any chance?
He only takes a few moments to answer back, much to my surprise
Jace: Good morning, Clary-Berry! I am so rolling my eyes about this right now lol. And Jaciepoo? Really? Aside from your questionable pet name choices, I can't wait to see you. And yea, they're in the game room, sitting right beside me…I think they just finished a make out session before I came in, which admittedly makes me slightly nauseous.
I snort at his answer and reply right away, not even looking up as Jon slams on the breaks, cursing violently at the driver in front of us. Of course, it is Jon's fault, after all. If he wasn't so lead-footed, we wouldn't be having this problem.
Me: Fine, if you don't want to be called Jaciepoo, then what?
Jace: Your Royal Handsomeness.
Me: No
Jace: I think it's a good name. It describes me perfectly.
Me: How about Arrogant Ass?
Jace: You wound me Clary-Berry!
Me: Don't call me Clary-Berry, Jaciepoo!
Jace: Don't call me Jaciepoo, Clary-Berry!
Me: You have the maturity of a three year old!
Jace: Normally you'd say something much younger, so I'm taking this as a compliment due to the step up in our relationship.
Me: It wasn't meant as a compliment.
Jace: Fine, then. What would you preferred to be called?
Me: Clary has a nice ring to it.
Jace: Too plain. I need some kind of pet name for you!
Me: What do you need a pet name for? They're weird.
Jace: Just give me one, woman!
I pause for a moment and look at the phone. He was so impatient at times. I roll my eyes and ignore the obvious attitude in the text and type:
Me: Your Royal Highness has a good ring to it.
Jace: No.
Me: Why?
Jace: Because I already have one for you, I was just trying to see what you would type.
Me: What is it?
Jace: You'll see.
Me: Jerk.
Jace: You love me anyway.
Me: Whatever puts you to sleep at night.
We text back and forth playfully until we reach the Lightwood's house. Now their home isn't just a normal house that a family could live in comfortably. It is a house that someone could get lost in for days until they die of dehydration.
Yes I have had nightmares about it before, don't judge me! Their yard is maybe five acres of finely manicured grass…well it would be if it were alive. Now, as we drive down the winding driveway, all there is to see is dead, crunchy grass that will no doubt have a nice layer of frost on it. Go future slip and slide.
That was sarcasm, if you were unaware.
I quickly text Jace that we have arrived as soon as Jon pulls into the back yard and parks in front of the carport. He turns off the car and by default the wondrous heat, just as I press the send button. I open the passenger door, and the warmth that my body has managed to soak up from the car and my jacket combined is instantaneously sucked away. I exhale slowly as I realize that this is only the twentieth of November. Thanksgiving hasn't even come let alone the Christmas holidays. Winter wasn't here yet, and I was already freezing. This was going to be a long year.
I hear the sound of a door slamming and see that Jace, Alec, and Magnus are all standing on the back porch. They are all sporting warm-looking leather jackets, zipped all the way up. Magnus', of course, has a bedazzled collar, and pockets. Jace looks at me with a smile and I grin back as I feel myself slip out of the seat and on to the grass, which collapsed under my feet with a crisp crunch. I can see my breath as I exhale, and it reminds me of exactly how cold I am.
He has his hands stuffed in his pockets as he walks down the stairs leisurely. "You look like you're about to turn into a red Popsicle," he observes. He makes it to me quickly, and I don't answer him, deciding to simply grab the back of his neck and wrench him down toward me. I am genuinely cold, and I know that Jace is warm, and he is not about to be greedy with body heat. His lips cover mine, and he makes a noise of shock at the back of his throat. I smirk at the thought of catching him off guard, but sigh as blissful warmth courses through me. I let him go, only to wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head against his chest. "You're warm, Herondale."
He is silent for a moment, slowly placing his arms around me. I imagine that he is looking at the others, but I really don't care. "Um…" he trails off, clearly rendered speechless.
"Clary certainly has a way with people," Magnus chuckles from somewhere to my right.
I hear the sound of a door opening and closing again. I push myself from Jace just enough to peer around. Isabelle walks out of the house, her eyes are widened curiously at first, but as soon as she sees Simon, her face morphs into a hostile frown. Sorry bro.
I settle my head back on Jace's chest, shivering slightly because of the cold on the leather. "That's a cue," I mutter to him too quietly for anyone else to hear. "Ditch Izzy and Simon. Now."
"Agreed," Jace whispers.
"Mags," Jace says, releasing me to turn and face his sparkling friend. "You remember that really nice trail that I told you about a few weeks ago?"
"The one in the forest all the way back there?" Magnus asks, pointing toward the dense group of trees a couple of acres away from us.
Jace nods enthusiastically, "Yeah, that one! You should take Alec back there, it's really nice, and no one will walk in on one of your…sessions. Besides, he hasn't been back there in ages."
"I just walked through there last week," Alec interjects.
Magnus studies Jace for another moment before he grabs Alec's hand and begins hurriedly dragging him away from the house. "Let's go, darling," he said. "We didn't get to finish what we started an hour ago!"
I laugh lightly at Magnus' silliness before looking back over to Jace. His handsome face has turned a very interesting shade of green and I am curious as to how close he is to losing his breakfast…that is assuming that he has eaten. He shudders after a moment and looks down at me, his color returning to its normal golden hue. "Jon has a date, doesn't he?" Jace questions, raising an eyebrow inquisitively at my brother.
"Damn!" Jon cries in panic as he rushes toward the driver's seat of his crappy Honda again. "Thanks, man!" Before Jace can reply, Jon has already started the car, and turned around, speeding out of the driveway.
I blink at the suddenness. Now, we only had to get rid of us! I look quickly in between Isabelle and Simon and see that Izzy hasn't moved from her spot on the porch, where she is subtly shooting daggers at Simon, who is just standing in the grass looking incredibly uncomfortable.
"Let's go, Morgenstern," Jace sighs, grabbing my hand, pulling me along the cement driveway, toward the front yard. "We need to have a serious discussion about your choice of pet names."
*Gasp* It's been four days since I've updated! Don't throw torches at me, please! I've been incredibly busy, and I've been trying to wrap my head around what is going to happen in the future of this fic. No, it is not going to go on forever, and yes, it is most likely going to be coming to a close within the next ten chapters or so. *Sob* I'm actually very sad about this, if I'm being truthful. I've enjoyed writing this, and the thought of ending it kind of hurts.
Any ideas? How did you like it? And does anyone think that they have a good idea for a teasing remark for a pet name, or a good one that Jace might start tormenting her with a lot. Maybe one that she might torment him with? Does anyone know what he's going to tell her that he pet name is?