Okay I lied earlier. But I have nine weeks left of school then I am finished.
I don't own The Mortal Instruments, only this idea is mine.
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Pillows were thrown around the room, none seeming to be placed anywhere. Blankets seem to follow the same random pattern. The floor completely covered, creating a bed that spanned across the whole room. The smell of freshly popped popcorn mixed with the unique scent of nail polish.
Izzy and Clary sat painting each other's nails, enjoying the coolness that the paint offered. The silence was comfortable, both preoccupied with the thoughts that raged through the heads. Neither wanting to say what they were thinking, afraid of what the other might think.
As seeming to find the courage, Clary spoke. "Iz, there is something that you aren't telling me, and I know that there are also some things that you want to ask me." Clary tried, but Isabelle stayed silent. "Do we really have to do this?" Clary said trying an approach that was sure to work. Izzy's face didn't change, and Clary didn't really expect for it to. "Fine, we can play 'Truth or Dare'!"
After a moment, as if Clary's words had penetrated her thoughts, Izzy nodded. "Okay, Clary truth or dare?"
Clary thought before answering. "Dare." She wanted to be able to save the few answers that she had collected with Jace earlier.
Izzy gave a small smirk, clearly thinking that her idea was good. "I dare you to tell me, what happened when you and Jace were alone yesterday?"' Clary gave her a look. "You can't have any 'real' dares when we are the only people here."
"So, were playing 'Truth or Forfeit?'" Clary questioned hoping to distract Izzy from her line of thought. It didn't work. Isabelle shot Clary a warning glance, quickly seeing through the distraction. "Fine, nothing happened." At the strange questioning look that Izzy gave, Clary clarified. "Seriously NOTHING happened."
"But that was hot, though." Izzy protested. It wasn't that she didn't believe Clary's words… Okay it was that.
"Iz, we haven't gone there yet." Clary stated, simply. "Jace, well he's…." Clary took a breath trying to find the right words. Her mind and heart at war with one and another. To come clean and finally tell the truth, or to continue to make Izzy think that Clary is finally getting her happily ever after. "He's a perfect gentleman, opens doors for me even when we are arguing. Just the little things like that. It's not that we don't want to, but Jace is also very traditional." Clary finished with a statement that she wasn't sure was true. But it would also be exactly what Izzy needed to hear to leave this topic behind.
"Okay, that's sweet." Izzy gushed, but before she had the chance to embarrass her friend further Clary interrupted her.
"So, it's my turn to ask a question. But you may want to grab the alcohol." Izzy knew that if she refused to answer the question asked, she would have to forfeit. This forfeit would be to take a shot of whatever drink she would grab.
"It is only early in the game…." Izzy trailed off. The question or rather the answer that she would give will be challenging. "I'm getting some though."
"It is your choice."
When Izzy left the room to go and get the desired beverage, Clary's phone gave a "buzz" letting her know that she had a message. Looking at her phone, she saw that she had a text from Jace.
"HOW'S EVERTHING GOING?" Jace's text read. Clary gave a small smile, Jace knew how to keep the act up. And he was so caring when he was.
"EVERYTHING IS GOOD, BUT A QUICK QUESTION…" Clary typed in reply, hoping that he was by the phone and could give an answer before Izzy came back with the alcohol.
"GIVE IT TO ME." Came Jace's reply within seconds.
"CAN YOU ACT LIKE A GENTLEMAN?" Clary questioned vaguely. Jace would be able to deduct the real question that was slightly hidden, but if Izzy was to query the message, Clary could give an explanation that would not give away the act.
"AREN'T I ALWAYS…" Jace answered, and once again Clary's face lit up into a small smile.
"Who are you talking to?" Izzy questioned teasingly, from the doorway with a bottle of vodka in her hand. Izzy's teasing was good natured, her mood increasing when seeing her best friend so happy. "Wait, you don't need to answer that. I think that I can guess who it is. How's Jace going now?"
"He's good." Clary answered simply, before quickly changing the subject. "Now am I able to ask my question?" Izzy poured herself a shot before nodding. "How is the relationship between you and Simon?"
Isabelle thought for a moment. The fight that happened yesterday, Simon finally telling her how he really felt and the tears that formed rivers flowing down her cheeks, played like war flashbacks in her mind. The memories that flowed through her mind range from the day that they met to the last time that they saw each other. There had been no contact since the fight yesterday, and Izzy wasn't going to be the first to cave. Simon could text or call her first. He caused this current tense situation and he could fix it.
"Iz, are you okay?" Clary asked attentively. It had been quite some time since Clary had asked Isabelle the question.
Izzy, simply smiled and took the shot. She did not want to ruin the light atmosphere that had formed since returning with the alcohol. Clary seemed to be more relaxed and almost happy now, and Izzy also didn't want to bring her mood back down.
A similar progress continued. Izzy asked Clary questions that she would try to answer as truthfully as possible and when Clary tried to gain any information from Isabelle, she would give a cheeky smirk and take a shot. Izzy was still to even give an answer a singular question and the bottle that was previously full, only had a quarter left.
Clary sighed. "Are you going to answer one of my questions?" She formed a pout with her lips, hoping that the added dramatic flair would cause Izzy to finally disclose about what she was feeling.
Maybe it was the realisation that Clary wouldn't stop this interrogation, or that the alcohol had finally taken effect making her secrets less guarded. But Izzy finally gave not just an answer to the question that was just asked but to all the questions that Clary had asked previously. And with this the floodgates had opened.
"Simon and I… all we seem to do is fight. Every conversation either starts or ends in an argument, and I am always crying. Every day something seems to make me cry." Iz giggled a little. It all seemed so ludicrous even to herself. "We fight, I cry. And this cycle goes on and on. I don't even know anything about him, but I somehow know exactly what to do to get the yelling started, and that if I cry he will stop." Izzy was becoming more and more miserable with each word that she spoke. "He just gives up, like that." Iz snapped her fingers together, to emphasis the speed. Every fibre in Clary's body wanted desperately to interrupt, but something told her that Isabelle might just need to let go of everything, and by saying it out loud seemed like it could help. "But I am over fighting all the time", Izzy continued. "There has to be a reason, for all of this. My parents wouldn't want me to be hysterical for the rest of my life."
Clary, having felt like Izzy had said it all, decided to speak. "Iz, I can't say that I do know how you feel, but try talking to him." Iz shot her a look. This look judging her friend's sanity. "I know that you have tried, but have you done so in a mutual environment? So, place that you both feel equally comfortable? Or uncomfortable? Try one more time, please for me." Clary tried, playing on Izzy's emotions as she had almost stopped listening. "I hate to see you so upset."
"For you, one more time." Isabelle's tone and her action of laying down let Clary know that both the conversation and the game were over.
A few minutes pass neither speaking, just progressing what had just happened. Clary was shocked, whilst Izzy's shoulders seemed to sag in relief. And soon her soft snores filled the room.
Clary got up taking her phone with her, and trying to be impossibly quiet as to not wake Izzy, Clary crept towards the door, closing it softly behind her. Finding the number she wanted, Clary let the phone ring.
"Hey" Jace answered, after the third ring.
"Hey, I didn't tell her." Clary said softly. It took Jace a minute to realise what wasn't told. "I couldn't she is still really upset over what is happening between her and Simon. I think the only thing that is making her the tinniest bit happy is us. I just don't have the heart to tell her that it isn't real yet. Or maybe ever."
"So, what now?" Jace questioned, his voice seeming a tone lighter than before.
Clary sighed in appeasement, although she still seemed unsure about her next sentence. "I guess, we start planning."
Jace seemed confused. "Planning? For what?"
Clary's answer was simple. "Our wedding."
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I'll try to be less terrible, and update more. I hope that you all like it.
P.S. Still looking for a beta, if anyone is interested. And please review. (Thanks to all those people that do)