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Her red hair bounced as she led him to the kitchen, pieces falling from her bun like embers from an open flame.
The kitchen was set up with wooden counters that formed a 'u' shape meeting a breakfast bar. The white cupboards were matched with three white high chairs. There was also a dining table behind the breakfast bar that looked unused, it was covered with books, papers and paints. The walls were a plain white but were dusted with colourful paintings.
She moved into the kitchen area doing a small spin with her hands out.
"Help yourself, use whatever."
She moved around him plonking herself on the middle seat looking across as him.
He suddenly felt very unsure of himself.
"So um.. what would you like.?"
She let out a small giggle, " that omelette looked good."
He could feel himself heating up he'd clearly been caught out.
"Oh um.." scratching the back of his neck. Since when was he unsure.
"I'm sorry I Wasn't really paying much attention to that."
"Then what were you thinking about?" Her answer was quick as if she knew he'd not been paying attention like a teacher catching you talking in class.
"That's a little personal don't you think?"
"Nope," she popped the 'p' "I'd like to know the person that is supposedly 'taking care of me'."
" what do you mean 'taking care of me' I am, I'm making you breakfast arent I?"
"Well it's a long time coming and stop changing the subject." Her voice was joking but serious as she quipped back.
"Alright, alright chill. If you must know the guy was thinking about Wales."
A shudder ran through her body, " Like thinking of England, why did you need to do that on my couch."
His body howled with laughter as she stared up at him quizzically with amusement. He could feel the tears brimming in his ears before his lungs let him speak.
"Oh my god, not like that. Wait do you really think that Wales and England are the same place? Cause they're not they're two completely different fucking countries."
She put her hand on his arm sending shocks through his body.
"Woah slow down. Is that where you're from then?"
A smile tugged at his lips," actually yes it is, i speak the language too."
Her eyes lit up at this, "Really, that's amazing I tried Learning French but with the whole not going to school thing kind of took all and any chance of that."
Her demeanour dropped her playful words hiding her sadness.
"So umm.. how old are you?"
Her eyes widened in shock,"okay out of the blue there.. I'm sixteen, almost seventeen though. Why do you need to know?"
He shook his head letting it hang low with a curious chuckle.
"I don't need to know if just a little curious as to why you need babysitting and don't go to school."
Her eyes went cold shutting him down.
"I just don't. Anyway how old are you?"
"Seventeen."
She just nodded saying no more. She pushed her hands down on the countertop, standing from the chair.
"Well shall we make that Omelette or not? Or shall we try a bit of Welsh rarebit?" Her tone taking a slightly flirting tone before her face lit up like Christmas with a chuckle.
"Welsh rarebit it is then."
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"How do you want it?"
"What do you mean how do you want it, it's basically cheese on toast, there's not much you can do with it?"
"Well do you want a lot of cheese, a little, onions, toasted first, tell me woman."
She clutched her stomach laughing at his stressed
face. Her laughter died out as she began coughing violently, her body shaking. The coughs dying out as her lungs were empty of air and energy but her body still desperate to continue.
He moved o
her side, his hand on the small of her back.
"Shit, are you okay? You can't die while I'm babysitting."
Chuckling at the irony of his comment she shook her head.
"Can we stop referring to it as babysitting?"
Now he was laughing too.
"Why do you need someone to look after you anyway. Did you get kicked out of school or something, is your mum scared your gonna torch the house?" He let out a small chuckle as did she.
"Nah sorry to disappoint, just got some crappy lungs."
"Oh, are you okay?"
Her smile faltered, "As far as I Know, mum's just scared i get to start school this time though."
"Really where are you going?"
" 's, or better known as.."
"North high" they said in unison.
"You know it?"
"My new school, looks like i already made a friend" he teased as she rolled her eyes.
Shs let out a little giggle, her laugh dying out knowing this wouldn't be true.
"Yeah right, i dont exist in social hierarchies and you're sat at the top of the pyramid."
His chuckle faltered, "I'll pull you uo if you want."
"I dont want."
Deciding to drop it there he turned his attention back to the food.
Seeing that it was ready he spun playful placing her food infront of her, like a movie waiter.
"Dyna ti, bwyd Cymraeg wedi gwneud gan Cymro ei hun."
Her mood lifting instantly a laugh escaping her.
"Oh my gosh you weren't kidding, that's amazing what does it mean? Wait you didn't insukt me did you?"
He shook his head a smile spreading across his features.
"No its nothing bad, it just means ' welsh food made by a Welsh man himself'"
A small giggle escaped her lips as she lifted the firt bite to her mouth.
"Oh my god its better than grilled cheese you better be making this everytime."
Her demand was light and hopeful.
"What you dont want to explore the rest if my amzing cooking."
She noded her head with a small moan at the thought.
"What other skills have you got up your sleeves?"
His smile turned to a smirk, "oh so you want to explore my other skills hm? I'd show you a little unprofessional don't you think."
Her cheeks burnt red like a fire set alight.
"Oh god, not what i meant" she shook ger head as a small groan escaped her lips.
"Dont worry i know what you meant."
She groaned again," right well, thank you so much for breakfast but imma go shower now so you're welcome to just ya know." Moving her hands around.
"Explore my other skill,"
She put her hand to her face covering her blush with a laugh.
"Anything but that."
He watched her trudge up the stairs left with a million question about the girl nextdoor.
Once she was back downstairs most of the day was spent eating junk and watching Office and Game of Thrones reruns in no particular order.
Around about four Jocelyn called Jace much to Clary's dismay to let them know that she wouldn't be back until around eight.
So they like most teenagers would ordered Pizza.
The doorbell rang interpting their show, Jace reached into his pocket to retreive his walet pulling out a wad of notes.
Her mouth widend in shock, " why do you carry so much cash? Wait scratch that how do you have that much cash?"
He wasn't about to tell her where it came from but he wouldn't lie either,
"Just some odd jobs here and there nothing to spend it on, i have everything i need."
She just nodded, "You don't have to pay though."
After his protest they decided they'd definetly left the delivery guy waiting too long. Both parties seemed happy when they eventually got their pizza, him thinking he'd won and her certain she'd pay him back after.
Jocelyn seemed a little less flustered when she arrived home to see that Clary was safe and well in Jace's care.
He excused himself to leave saying a small goodbye to Clary and confirming times with Jocelyn he tried to leave quietly. But Jocelyn caught him offering money and when he declined it was then forced. Like mother like daughter.
He stepped quickly to the drive and around to his house, letting himself in feeling a little more at peace.
He looked through into the house catching his mother's eye.
"How was your day jace?"
He was a little taken back at how chilled she was.
"Good thank you Clary was actually alright,"
She let out a little sigh," yes Clarrisa is a lovely girl it's such a shame."
The tranquility of the conversation was captivating and consuming.
"What do you mean?"
She went to speak but was cut off by the shrill rin of his phone.
He'd know that numer anywhere. His Father's"
Who trusted tranquilty anyway.