Maybe I missed the frame (Maybe I'm seconds late, always late)

by IstillLoveWaffles

Clary and Jace used to be best friends. But then he told her he loved her over the phone, left, and blocked her without telling her why. Five years later, Clary is doing much better than she thought she ever would. She still misses Jace, who unbeknownst to her, is still living in the past. Will a chance meeting in their hometown fix their broken relationship or ruin it for good?

2. Chapter 2

A/N: I know this is long, but PleASe ReaD!" So, a commenter asked me if this is going to be a short story or a long one. I'm planning this to be a long story, but I kind may or may not have written and published this on a whim when I promised myself that I would plan first and then write but that didn't really happen for this one. So now I may or may not be writing this as I go with only a very very rough outline. Oops?

Anyways thank you so, so much for all the amazing reviews! I love them all! Don't be afraid to comment, (except if you're going to like, I don't know, attack me personally? Which I highly doubt anyone would do, but, you know, I might as well mention it).

Anyways (again), each chapter is probably going to start off with a flashback to their (Clace's) younger years.

Also, I recommend listening to the songs that are part of the setlist before (or during) each concert in this story. I think that will help you with the feel of the band, even though their stuff is going to be more scattered in terms of style/genre.

Instead of songs of the day for the chapters with concerts in them, I'm going to put the full blown setlist, because 1) I'm not going to put all of the lyrics in this story, because then this would be 100 pages per chapter, and 2) that way you can have a "playlist" put together before the concert scene starts (if you want).

Also this chapter is a bit of a blur, because I feel that' how Clary would see it because of all the adrenaline.

Have an incredible day!

-Waffles

P.S: I recommend listening to the live versions when you can. Also, all of these are Waterparks songs this time, because I can do what I want. I also changed some of the lyrics which may have translated into the title as aforementioned. I'm also going to put Lyrics for about 4 songs for each concert scene. So, just an FYI.

Main Setlist:

Watch What Happens Next-Waterparks

Blonde-Waterparks

Easy to Hate-Waterparks

High Definition-Waterparks

War Crimes-Waterparks

Little Violence-Waterparks

Gloom Boys-Waterparks

I Miss Having Sex But at Least I Don't Want to Die Anymore-Waterparks

Stupid for You-Waterparks

Rare-Waterparks

Worst-Waterparks

Never Bloom Again-Waterparks

21 Questions-Waterparks

Not Warriors-Waterparks

Turbulent-Waterparks

Tantrum-Waterparks

Royal-Waterparks

Encore:

Peach (Lobotomy)-Waterparks

I Felt Younger When We Met-Waterparks

14 years ago:

Cpov:

Clary was sitting under a tree watching the other kids on the playground. She didn't want to play alone, and was too scared to go ask someone if they wanted to play with her.

"Why are you sitting here alone, Red?" a boy with gold hair and eyes asked, running up to her.

"I don't know, why are you playing on the playground?" she shot back. Even at five years old she was ridiculously sassy.

"I don't-oh. I get it. Well, do you want to be my friend?"

"I don't even know who you are, and you don't know who I am. So why should we be friends?"

"Because I want to be. I'm Jace," he stated matter of factly, offering his hand for him to pull her up with.

"I'm Clary," she said, taking his hand. "And, I guess I'll be your friend."

"Good. Now, do you want to play tag?"

She thought for a minute before reaching out and tagging him, "Tag, you're it!" She screamed, running away from him.

He caught on quick, running towards her, "Hey! That's not fair, you have to count to ten first! Come back!" But she just laughed as he chased her. They both knew that after that day, they would be best friends for life.

Present Day:

"What's up, guys?" Izzy yelled towards the opening bands, The Pack and Rock Solid Panda. Surprisingly, the latter of the two was actually really good, despite their name. Not to say that the former was bad, because they were also really good. It's just… with the name Rock Solid Panda you don't really know what to expect.

A chorus of "Hey!"s and "How are you?"s followed Izzy's comment.

"Hi, Babe, Bat!" Maia said calmly, walking towards The Pack. They consisted of Jordan Kyle, the lead singer and bass guitarist; and Bat Velasquez, who was the drummer. Maia was dating Jordan, but Bat was another close friend of the girls'.

While Maia was over there, Izzy and Clary were going to say hi to the other band, Rock Solid Panda, which consisted of Simon Lewis (Clary, Izzy, Maia, and Magnus' other other other best friend), who was the lead singer and keyboardist; Raphael Santiago, lead guitarist; Lily Chen, the drummer; and finally, Maureen Brown, who was the bass guitarist.

Pretty much everyone in all the bands knew each other from highschool, since they were all in the same friend group.

"We are not changing our name three hours before we go on stage!" Simon shouted.

"Well maybe I like the name The Clan way better than Rock Solid Panda!" Raphael countered.

"Well maybe you should've thought of that before we recorded our first album!" Lily just snickered, and Maureen was watching them with wide eyes.

"Guys!" Clary yelled over them. But apparently they didn't hear. Either that or they did want to hear. "Guys!" she tried again, and this time everyone in the room stopped talking. "Shut the literal fuck up, okay? Simon, you're right, but don't rub in in Raf's face. And, Raf? If you want to change your band's name, don't do it three hours before the last concert of the tour. No one knows how to handle that."

Raphael sighed, "I guess you guys are right. But we do need to talk about this."

"I agree," Maureen chimed in. "But later. Not now, obviously."

"Deal?" Lily suddenly joined the conversation, looking pointedly at Simon-which was kind of strange because he wasn't the one who named the band. It was Eric and Kirk when they were still in.

"Deal," he complied.

"Thank God that's over," Izzy said looking excited, which meant one of three things: 1) they were shopping, 2) they were getting ready, or 3) they were performing. And, given the context, Clary figured that option number two was what Izzy was all excited about, "now we can get ready!" It turns out that she was right.

Everyone groaned. Every single person in that room knew (whether it be from highschool, or from the tour, or both) that Izzy went way overboard when they were getting ready to go anywhere.

"Izzy, you already straightened my hair, what else do we need to do?" Clary complained.

"Clary, you know what else we need to do! We need to pick out an outfit that looks like you didn't care and just waltzed on the stage while still looking kickass, and we need to do your makeup! Oh, and, Maia! Just because you sit behind the drums the entire time does not mean that you're getting out of this!" And with that, she dragged Clary and Maia away, and into one of the two small dressing rooms that they had in the venue.

"Izzy, but we're already… so that's what you had in your bag the entire time?" Maia asked, perplexed. They had gone through this at every concert, but for whatever reason, both girls still were so surprised that Izzy had brought a duffle bag filled to the brim with clothes, makeup, and hair products with her.

"I do this every time. Why are you still surprised? Now, Clary, you're going to change into this," she said, throwing a few pieces of clothing at her, "while I braid Maia's hair. Oh! And don't forget to keep the boots-they're part of your brand now." she said in reference to Clary's trusty Dr. Martens.

Clary rolled her eyes at the reference to her "brand", "Iz, I thought that my hair was my brand, not the boots."

"Well, they both are. Now go change!" she said, pretending like there was somewhere else Clary could go to get changed.

~xXx~

Clary was surprised to be honest. She knew that Izzy knew her well, and always picked great outfits for her (no matter how much Clary bitched about it), but this was the best job Izzy had ever done.

Clary was wearing a white muscle tank with a black Vans logo on it, along with some (extremely) ripped black skinny jeans, and her boots. Her hair was still the same straight, neon green hair that it had been two hours ago, but it stood out even more because of the tank top that she had on. Izzy was currently working on Clary's makeup, after demanding that Maia needed to go change because they were running out of time.

When she was done with her masterpiece, Clary immediately went to look at herself in the mirror. And, once again, Izzy had outdone herself. Her lips were bright red, a perfect cat eye, mascara, and green eyeshadow to go with her green hair-which Izzy had somehow made work.

Now that Izzy had started on herself, she looked at them all. They actually did look like the three musketeers. Izzy was wearing a light pink Vans T-shirt, and had her hair up in a ponytail with a few strands purposefully left down to frame her face. Her makeup was red to match her shirt and she was wearing distressed light-wash jean shorts.

Maia was wearing a lilac Vans long-sleeve tee, with purple eyeshadow. Her hair was pulled back into two dutch braids, and she was wearing some dark wash (slightly) ripped jeans. All of their makeup had been sprayed thoroughly with the All Nighter setting spray, so when they were getting all sweaty from the lights and from jumping and moving like crazy their makeup wouldn't get ruined.

With ten minutes left before the concert officially started, they all went to the room behind the stage that they were in before. Clary was buzzing with anticipation, just like she was before every concert. It was all a blur of nerves and excitement (mostly the latter) and Clary loved it.

Soon it was time for the girls to go on. They had watched and supported their friends from the wings, but they were mostly thinking about their set. Clary was the lead singer, and while she used to be rhythm guitarist 100% of the time as well, but she'd cut back on that for this tour so she could jump and move around instead of just standing and playing. Maia was on drums, and Izzy was the lead guitarist.

Clary loved their setlist, and she was super excited (along with the other girls of course). They were getting ready to go on, and Izzy was chattering excitedly about how her brother was here with one of his friends. She wasn't really listening, but she did hear that Magnus was his boyfriend and that his name was Alec.

Soon, Magnus came back and told them it was time to go on. With one last glance at each other, they went right to the stage. The lights were dark when they got on, but they could see enough that they could maneuver their way around. Clary gave a slight nod, and then, she could hear the familiar sound of the startup at very end of Cherry Red (which they didn't put on the set list because they liked Watch What Happens Next better as an opener), and then Izzy started playing the guitar riff, and they were off.

I wanna be a millionaire before I'm 30

But saying that out loud is probably gonna hurt me

Got nothing from our label

Bitch, pay me what you owe me

If you play guitar you can't want things

And if you really love me

You should want the best for me

Everyone is sad when

When bands break up

Well, guess guess guess guess what?

They're defeated as fuck

Shamed out of money

By their own culture

Nice to fucking meet you

Let's get a little see-through

(Watch What Happens Next, yeah yeah)

I like cool shirts

I like cold rings

I want a big house

I want nice things

I want jet packs for all my friends

I want a big house

I want nice things

You don't love me the same

It's such a fucking shame

I don't deserve as much

As all your pop faves

You wanna hear my art

But only on your terms

So learn these fucking words

I like cool shirts

I like cold rings

I want a big house

I want nice things

I want jet packs for all my friends

I want a big house

I want nice things

I don't think people realize

How they're fucking us up

I put autotune on Worst and

Caught all their disgust

Hip hop can do what—

-Ever it wants

Like make country songs

And hit number one

And that's fucking awesome

We could never do that

All the fans that like us need an easy fucking format

They would boo that

They'd abuse that

It's a cultural hold-back

I like cool shirts

I like cold rings

I want a big house

I want nice things

I want jet packs for all my friends

I want a big house

I want nice things

You don't love me the same

It's such a fucking shame

I don't deserve as much

As all your pop faves

You wanna hear my art

But only on your terms

So learn these fucking words

Let me get this straight

You want a say in

How well I live

If my life's okay

Do I get a car?

Hope it's not too nice

Tell me everything you're comfortable with and I'll comply

Can I pay rent? Clary called (Sure but not much else) The crowd replied

Can I try new sounds? She screamed out (Go fuck yourself) This time when they replied, she gave a offended look that made the crowd laugh as they kept singing.

Tell me what I get

Tell me what I earn

Tell me all the things you want

And I will give up me for you

You don't love me the same

It's such a fucking shame

I don't deserve as much

As all your pop faves

You wanna hear my art

But only on your terms

So learn these fucking words

You don't love me the same

It's such a fucking shame

I'll never be enough

Until it's too late

You wanna hear my art

But only on your terms

So learn these fucking words:

I like cool shirts

I like cold rings

I want a big house

I want nice things

I want jet packs for all my friends

I want a big house

I want nice things

They then launched right into Blond, and then Easy to Hate-which may or may not both have been about Jace, but she digressed. After that they took a little break to introduce themselves.

"I'm Clary Fray."

"I'm Izzy Lightwood."

"And I'm Maia Roberts."

The crowd then proceeded to scream, which made them smile. "Do you guys want to do a feelings-y song?" Clary-who was crouched down on the edge of the stage-asked. The crowd screamed again. "This one's called High Definition," she said, and the crowd screamed even louder.

I'd love to be in love with you enough to write a love song

I need to feel needed and I need it more than I let on

I'll be home, just thinking about it

Maybe call like I used to

But I'll just stay alone, because alone is safer than with you

I like you inconveniently

You're squeezing out my dopamine

Yeah, you like me in spite of me

I feel these feelings quietly

You're cool but inconvenient

Now, my energy's depleted

Take a seat, babe, if you need it

Like I do, 'cause I'm defeated

Now, I'm cancelled, I'm whatever

I'm the best thing that you'll never have

Now I'm lonely, yeah, if only

I could text you but I'm holding out

I'd love to be in love with you enough to write a love song

I need to feel needed and I need it more than I let on

I'll be home, just thinking about it

Maybe call like I used to

But I'll just stay alone, because alone is safer than with you

I know I'm not around enough to make me worth the wait

It's like, who wants to be close with someone who always goes away?

And even when they're here, it's like

"Where's your fucking head at?"

"Why's it take so long to text back?"

"You're so bad at loving people back"

So here's a plaque for your wall

For the Hall of Fame of fucking off

When things get weird

Because I can't handle that again

It's like that, yeah, it's like that

I'd love to be in love with you enough to write a love song

I need to feel needed and I need it more than I let on

I'll be home, just thinking about it

Maybe call like I used to

But I'll just stay alone, because alone is safer than with you

A few songs later, when they were doing Never Bloom Again and 21 Questions, Clary sat down with an acoustic guitar as the other girls went backstage until the end of the latter song, in which they would come out and play.

And, after a lot more songs, such as Rare, Not Warriors, Turbulent, and more, she said,"So, this next song is the last song before encore, but we'll be back, don't worry. But before we start-"

"I love you, Clary! Happy Birthday!" a fan screamed to her.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed. And, for whatever reason, the crowd broke into Happy Birthday for her. And she almost cried. "Guys," she said, blinking back tears, "That was, like, the greatest gift you could've given me-besides a giraffe, but still," the crowd laughed.

"Can I have a guitar pick!" a girl in the crowd shouted at her.

"A guitar pick?" Clary sighed. "Alright, but I'm like 90% sure this is the last one we have." She tossed it a little bit too far to the left.

"You have bad aim!" The girl laughed as she still managed to catch it somehow.

"Bad aim? Nah, you just can't catch," The crowd laughed again. "Seriously though, before we start the next song, I want to give a shoutout to all the crowd surfers, you guys are fucking insane!" the crowd screamed. "Alright, this next one's called Royal," She said as the crowd went wild.

Shut down the gold rush in my head

Because we're out of work

I'm living proof of compromise

Be back in ten with no return

I'm sick of being in Houston "Not Really," she added.

I'm sick of everything, I've been around enough to get used to

I'm proof of consequences

And exhausted common sense

And I kill what I built

The commonless confidence

I'm two-faced from your double exposure

Stop right there, don't come any closer

(Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na)

I'm two-faced from your double exposure

Stop right there, don't come any closer

(Na na na na na na na na na)

I wish I was royal but I'm not

Clary jumped off stage, and bent over so her back was on the crowd, letting them lift her a little ways away before the bouncers came up and took her off. After that she jumped back on the stage, loving the rush performing gave her.

(Oh oh oh, oh woah)

(Oh oh oh, oh woah)

(Oh oh oh, oh oh)

I wish I was royal but I'm not

(Oh oh oh, oh woah)

(Oh oh oh, oh woah)

(Oh oh oh, oh oh)

I wish I was royal but I'm not

You've painted your future

But I'm just not in the picture

Maybe I missed the frame

Maybe I'm seconds late, always late

'Cause I work myself to death

Don't believe me? Ask Iz

And I'm doing alright

But is alright enough?

'Cause I'm living my dreams

But I live at home

'Cause everything is on the down low for now

I'm two-faced from your double exposure

Stop right there, don't come any closer

(Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na)

I'm two-faced from your double exposure

Stop right there, don't come any closer

(Na na na na na na na na na)

I wish I was royal but I'm not

I wish I was royal but I'm not

(Oh oh oh, oh woah)

(Oh oh oh, oh woah)

(Oh oh oh, oh oh)

I wish I was royal but I'm not

You won't like what you see

So keep your eyes off of me

I fall in love with everything

That wants nothing to do with me

I know that there's no dealing

With the way I'm feeling

I'm so out of touch with everyone

And everything's a blur to me "Are you guys going to do this fucking loud with me?" she asked, and as the crowd screamed, she yelled back, "then let's go!"

I'm two-faced from your double exposure

Stop right there, don't come any closer

(Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na)

I'm two-faced from your double exposure

Stop right there, don't come any closer

(Na na na na na na na na na)

I wish I was royal but I'm not

I wish I was royal but I'm not

(Oh oh oh, oh woah)

(Oh oh oh, oh woah)

(Oh oh oh, oh oh)

I wish I was royal but I'm not

I wish I was royal but I'm not

(Oh oh oh, oh woah)

(Oh oh oh, oh woah)

(Oh oh oh, oh oh)

I wish I was royal but I'm not

The closing song was called I Felt Younger When We Met, and that was always a fun song to do.

I said I love you to death

So I must be dead

It makes me sick you know my skin

My sins are all built in

You know, so I must be dead

It makes me sick you know my skin

My freckles and my hands, you know

I've never seen a face with your type of shine

You moved in behind my eyes and built yourself a shrine

But then you ran away

And you left the picture frames

Now I don't see my face the same

Do you see

You're the reason I can't sleep?

Lose it where your head should be

In the dark between my sheets

Do you see

You're the reason I can't sleep?

Lose it where your head should be

In the dark between my sheets

I said I love you to death

So I must be dead

It makes me sick you know my skin

My sins are all built in

You know, so I must be dead

It makes me sick you know my skin

My freckles and my hands, you know

Sober makes the months go slower

(So I tried to get away)

I flew to California, I

(I chose the worst place)

It's where I flew to see you for the first time

I was broke but sold off all my records, gave the money to an airline

2015 was cold and I was safe through

Had to meet you, now I'm watching past me in the rear-view

Do you see

You're the reason I can't sleep?

Lose it where your head should be

In the dark between my sheets

Do you see

You're the reason I can't sleep?

Lose it where your head should be

In the dark between my sheets

I said I love you to death

So I must be dead

It makes me sick you know my skin

My sins are all built in

You know, so I must be dead

It makes me sick you know my skin

My freckles and my hands, you know

Do you see?

You're the reason I can't sleep (Oh, oh)

Lose it where your head should be (Oh)

In the dark between my sheets, my sheets (Oh, oh)

Do you see?

You're the reason I can't sleep (Oh, oh)

Lose it where your head should be (Oh)

In the dark between my sheets (Oh, Oh)

My sheets, my sheets, my-

She screamed the last part as the lyrics cut off there, but the music kept on playing, "Houston, are you fucking ready?" Clary shouted over the music and the roar of the crowd as they screamed louder than anyone would've thought humanly possible. "Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!" She screamed as she jumped around with them. "Thank you." She said after the music died down and it was time to go.

Clary was still super pumped up from the concert, and she was replaying the crowd singing moments, and pretty much every other moment as well. As Clary walked outside with the other girls, who were chattering excitedly about the concert, she was pretty much in her own little world. At least she was until, "Clary!" She looked up to see Jace running towards her.