Luke fluffed up the soft pillow about ten times before letting Clary's head fall onto it. "This brings back memories, doesn't it?" He chuckled as he pulled up the blanket over her shoulders.

Clary laughed softly. "It sure does." She averted her gaze towards the window. The clouds were gathering above, threatening to spill water over the world. Her eyes turned sad. "I wish dad had done it more often."

Luke sighed before settling himself on the edge of her bed. "Come on, don't be like that, Clary. Valentine…" He searched for the right words. "Valentine isn't happy with the way things are, either. You know that, don't you?"

She felt his hand on her forehead, lightly brushing the red curls back. "Did you call him?"

"I'm going to. He's your father. He needs to know about the incident. He'll be extremely worried about you," Luke paused. "Would you like to call him instead?"

She shook her head weakly. "I don't think that's such a good idea, Luke. He hasn't called me since the day he told me he couldn't make it for Christmas. He's probably pissed at me."

"No," Luke said, clearly shocked. "No, no, no. Clary, was that what you were thinking this whole time?"

His reaction caught her off guard. She had originally thought Luke would agree, or lecture her to apologize, but not this. His expression was one of disbelief, as if she had told him she would rather date Simon than Jace or Jonathan. "W-Why wouldn't I? I said some awful things. I told you about it. Dad probably told you, too."

"Yes, he did. But he sounded sad than livid." He eyed her warily. "Actually… listen, you didn't hear this from me because Valentine would have my head on top of his fireplace if he knew I told you, but… he's been in a miserable state ever since you two last called."

"He… He was? He is?"

"Your father has been constantly asking me about how you've been for the past couple of days. He texts me at least five times a day! Now, tell me again how he's angry at you, Clarissa."

"But… he didn't call me!"

"Would you have picked up if he did?"

Clary hesitated.

"Exactly. He knows you, Clary. He knows you better than you do." Luke suddenly stood up. "I'm going to call him. You should just get some sleep. I'll do the talking until you wake up."

With his hand on her door, he added, "You should call first, Clary." And he stepped out.

~0~0~

It felt like hours had passed, but when she turned her head to see her digital clock, it's only been three minutes.

Clary grumbled and turned on her side. When that position didn't feel comfortable, she switched to the other side. It was still off. She grumbled louder and sat up. She couldn't possibly get some sleep. She was tired as hell, but no matter what she did, she couldn't make herself close her eyes. She'd need the stupid sleep pills after all.

Walking over to her door, she was about to open it until it swung open, barely missing her nose. "Clary!" Jon nearly jumped out of his skin from the other side. He had a mug of hot chocolate in one hand. "I-I umm… I thought I'd…"

Clary's eyes flew from him to the mug and back to him. "Is that for me?"

"Well, yeah." He cleared his throat. "It helps you relax, as I remember. And I thought, you know, if you weren't asleep yet, I could give you some."

Slowly, a smile formed on her lips. She opened the door wider. "Come in."

She sat down on the bed, along with Jon on her side. She took a sip of hot chocolate, and it immediately filled her with calm and warmth. "Thanks, Jon. This helps a lot."

"Yeah, thought so." He replied with a grin. "I remember this one time when we and Simon slept over one night. There was a storm outside and you couldn't stop tossing and turning. Ring any bells?"

"I think I accidentally punched Simon's neck. Yeah." Clary laughed.

Jon followed in her guffaw. "And then Becky came in and saw Simon bawling his eyes out."

"And when Simon ran out of the room…"

"Becky handed you the cup of hot chocolate in her hand so she could go calm him down."

"And then it took a little trip down my stomach."

Jon nodded, seeming to be delighted that she recalled their old childish memories. "You slept like a baby after that." He mused.

Clary turned to him. "I can't believe you still remember."

A shy smile tugged on his lips. He met her eyes for a second before it moved to the carpet. His foot hooked to the back of hers, and he swung them back and forth gently. "I remember every memory I have with you." He whispered. Slowly, he looked up again. "No matter… how small or insignificant they seem, I remember."

Something bubbled inside of her then. It wasn't unpleasant at all – it was comfortable. Warmth spread from her heart to her whole body. She found herself gazing deep into Jonathan's dark eyes, memorizing each specks of lighter chocolate that splashed over his iris. They looked as if they were scanning her and storing this piece of new memory into his head.

She placed her drink on the bedside table.

Attentively, she cradled his cheeks between her palms, bringing their foreheads together, their hearts together. She wondered if he could see her emotions through her eyes. Because, if she had to be honest, she was feeling nervous and brave all at the same time. The feeling reminded her that this was the boy she had fallen in love with, who she had kissed on a daily basis, who had proudly announced her as his girlfriend in front of his judgmental friends. This was her best friend whom she had adored.

Jon's lips brushed against hers, barely touching her but alerting her to his kiss. His hands found hers, and he filled the space between her fingers with his own. "Are you scared?" He breathed.

Determinately, she brought their mouths crashing together. And a round of fireworks exploded around them, alighting a spark in Clary's stomach. "No," She answered firmly. "Why would I be scared of you?"

He stared at her for a moment, like he couldn't believe the words that were tumbling out of her mouth, before letting himself take her lips again. Clary gasped quietly when she felt something soft was trying to penetrate her lips. Smiling, she obliged and let his taste roam her tongue. By then, Jonathan's hands were on her waist, pushing slightly but never too hard to move her backwards. Her right hand gripped the hem of his shirt. An image flickered across her mind, but she already knew what her brain was attempting to do before she got the full picture.

Jace Lightwood.

This wasn't the first time. The day Jonathan arrived and they had kissed, Jace's face showed up at the back of her eyelids. Now, if only for a minute, she wanted to push that name away. Anger rose in her chest as she remembered his words to her, of how he had treated her. She remembered the fiery lips-smoldering scene at his front door, where she had thought it was from jealousy. Secretly, she loved the idea of him getting envious of guys getting too friendly with her. It meant that he actually cared. But after, he spat venom at her.

Unconsciously, she grabbed Jonathan's hair and tugged. He grunted lowly, one of his arms bracing him on her mattress. They never broke their kiss in the process. This seemed to have encouraged him because suddenly her back was on the headboard. "J-Jon…" Clary moaned.

But her voice was too small for him to hear. He proceeded to kiss her, only more tenderly this time. When Clary closed her eyes, she wanted to feel content, but instead guilt resided in her. The image of Jace pacing along the hallway of the hospital played in her head. His beautiful face was smeared with worry and fear. She tried to argue that she didn't actually see him do it, but her self-conscious had other ideas. Another scene played where Jace was holding her trembling body while she screamed at the fear festering under her skin. She looked so tiny and fragile, at the brink of breaking apart. The only thing that was keeping her together was Jace's arms around her and the affection that shone in his golden eyes. If she could tell herself a false hope, then it was that Jace had loved her then.

"Clary?"

Her eyes snapped back open, and she was face to face with Jonathan's worried expression. "You okay?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah. Why?"

"You weren't kissing back." He tried for a laugh, but it sounded pathetic. "Am I really that bad of a kisser now?"

"No! No, that's not it. I'm sorry, I'm just… tired. Really tired. I'm not thinking straight." Damn right I'm not. "I'm so sorry, Jon. But I should sleep now and get my mind cleared."

Because, come on, for a second there I thought of Jace actually having feelings towards me. I'm losing my brains.

Yeah, short chapter this one. Sorry guys… But now you all get a taste of some love triangle here! Thank you for your support all this time! ^^

And watch out for A NEW FANFIC that I'm going to upload sooner or later. It's gonna be labeled as a Percy Jackson fanfiction. I love this series and I've made up my mind to start a fanfic based on it! So, stay tuned :)