Summary: Clary and Isabelle planned to have a cross-country road trip to spend the last remaining weeks together before having to separate for college. Everything was working out perfectly fine—until Jace Wayland invited himself along for the trip. AU, AH.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the road trip adventure these played with characters are going on.


Isabelle and Clary jumped up and screamed in the front seats when someone slammed their palms against the hood of Isabelle's car. They stared forward at Jace, who was smirking at them, and they, in return, glared.

Jace went around the front of the car to the driver's seat where Isabelle frantically tried to roll up her windows. His hand flew through the window, and she continued. His eyes got wide. "You wouldn't."

"I would," Isabelle replied, a glint of mischief in her eyes when they met his panicked ones.

"Isabelle!" he yelled and she lifted her finger when it was a couple centimeters from his wrist.

"No."

"I want to go with you," Jace said, trying to pull his hand out, but it was stuck.

"No."

"Isabelle, come on. Bring me with you. I need a road trip. I need to get out of here." Jace begged.

"You need to get your hand out of my car or I'm going to drive off with you."

Jace pulled. "Well, roll the window down then."

Isabelle smiled sweetly. "Magic word?" She revved on the gas and the two finally turned to notice the third person involved because of a laugh.

Clary shrugged when Isabelle gave her a look. Clary cleared her throat and looked away to try and be invisible.

Isabelle rolled the window down and Jace retracted his hand immediately, inspecting his wrist even though nothing even touched it.

"Bye, Jace," Isabelle said, buckling up her seat belt. Clary followed suit.

Jace's hand flew in and Isabelle stared at it, raising an eyebrow. He pulled it away and stuck his head in while Isabelle narrowed her eyes at him, inches away from his face.

"Please." He looked at Clary. "You're going to need protection. Two pretty girls traveling across the country with no man? You need me."

Clary glanced at Isabelle, slight outrage in her eyes. Isabelle made a move to close the window and Jace grabbed her hand.

"Okay, wrong approach. Come on. It'll be really fun. Paper Towns style, you know?" Jace grinned, raising both his eyebrows twice.

"But they all liked each other." Clary finally spoke.

Jace's face fell. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means we don't want your ass on this road trip, so no." Isabelle pushed his face out of the window with her right hand.

Jace stared at Isabelle and Clary looked at her best friend too. There was an expression that Jace Wayland barely used with anybody. Sincerity. He was absolutely serious when he told Isabelle, "I want to see Alec, too."

Isabelle's head rolled down and she sighed. She turned to Clary, and her eyes were asking I know this was supposed to be a girl's trip. Is this okay?

Clary glanced between the two childhood friends. "Only if Simon comes."

"Your geeky friend Simon?" Jace interrupted them. "Your Simon friend who never knows when to stop talking?"

"Oh, that makes the two of you then," Clary retorted, crossing her arms. "No Simon, no you."

Isabelle looked away from Clary and at Jace, whose expression was annoyed at the little red head. Isabelle tilted her head and smirked.

"When are you leaving again?" Isabelle held up two fingers. "Two days is plenty of time for me to find soundproof headphones that will block out the noise of—"

"COOL." Isabelle's interruption dripped with sarcasm and Clary pursed her lips, trying not to laugh. "Now move, before I run over your beautiful feet."

Jace stepped back. "See you in two days, ladies." He winked at Clary who made the mistake of making eye contact with him. "Can't wait to see you scantily clad on the beaches of California."

Since Isabelle and Jace knew each other since birth, she knew he wasn't talking to her. Clary imagined shooting daggers at him through her eyes. He laughed.

"You're gross," Isabelle muttered, and drove off into the empty street in the middle of suburban New Jersey.


A/N: The bickering in this story is my everything. So is the Isabelle/Clary versus Jace Wayland part of it all.

I'm here with another new story even though I've got three other ones in progress, and this may not be smart to add another into my updating schedule when I barely have time to update a lot, but hey, here I am, lol. Please don't get mad at me for that. My creativeness wants to flow freely, and this story idea has been bugging me to get written up.

I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of this story! I've been thinking about it for a while, and during a ten minute break at work, I came up with this first chapter.


To my DLF & Words loves, I plan on getting some writing done this weekend (hopefully no unexpected plans come up) and if that happens, those should be updated soon!

This is an unbeta'ed because my wonderful beta is off living the life in Europe, which is amazing. Go aheaaad, rippingbutterflywings, live on. So, please excuse any story mistakes I make in the time she is on vacation.

Shout out to MLC for the look through. One of my favorite humans, sincerely.

I'd like to shout out my own sister soulmate. My road trip Isabelle. This is for us to live vicariously through. For Tiffany.


Let me know what you guys thought :) Reviews & feedback, please!