Clary's POV
I walk out of the kitchen, sighing as I walk towards my room.
"Clary!" I hear Jace call. I turn exhaustedly.
"Yeah?" I respond.
"I-Uh..." He looks down, stopping about halfway between me and the kitchen door, "You really don't want people to know about us?"
"I-" My eyes go wide, "I thought that was what you wanted-"
"I don't want that..." He looks up at me, "I mean... unless you do?"
"I just..." I sigh, "I want to wait to tell Isabelle..."
"Why?"
"You're really going to ask me that?" I respond, "She'll be coming up with nicknames for us like that." I snap my fingers.
"Oh... I guess your right." He laughs, "I don't think there really is a nickname for us."
"Yes there is." I say.
"Really?"
"Yeah..." I sigh, thinking.
"Like what?"
"Like... Jary." I respond, though I shake my head, "No, She wont give us that one."
"Which will she give us?"
"Clace." I murmur.
"What?" He asks.
"Clace." I say it a bit louder, "She'll call us Clace."
"Clace... I like that." He grins.
"So do I..." I smile faintly, looking down.
In a moment he covers the space in between us, giving me a hug.
We both close our eyes.
"I love you Clare."
"I love you, Jace." My smile widens slightly.
I hear a thump on the floor behind us.
"I FREAKING KNEW IT!" I hear a shout before my eyes widen.
"Izzy." Me and Jace murmur before turning towards her.
We jump apart.
"No use in hiding it now." She grins.
"Surprise?" I say quietly, looking at her.
"TELL. ME. EVERYTHING!" She shouts in reply.
You get some Clace, but not without a bit of Izzy.
Until Next Time,
xoxo