Hey everyone! Long time no see! I know I mentioned that I would be making several epilogues for this story, but I really don't see that happening. Life's been a bit crazy, and honestly I've moved onto my new story Hunger Games fic called "What if I Don't Want to Win?" (You should check it out! ;) ) But, I've had most of this sitting on my flashdrive for a while and I figured, hey why not just finish this one and give it to them? So, here you are, what is more than likely the last installment of The Truth about Growing Up. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own TMI
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I rapped my knuckles against the door once, twice. It swung open almost immediately to reveal a frustrated looking Izzy. "Will you please talk some sense into your girlfriend?!" she cried before stalking back into the room with an exasperated huff.
I rolled my eyes, used to getting in the middle of spats between my sister and my girlfriend now that they were roommates.
I stepped into the small room they shared at Idris University and shut the door behind me. "Whatever you two are disagreeing about, Clary's right."
Clary had been sitting at her desk, running a highlighter across a page. She turned toward me with a wicked grin. She stuck her tongue out at Izzy before skipping across the room and pecking me on the cheek.
Izzy growled. "You don't even know what we're talking about!" she cried.
I threw my arm over Clary's shoulder and walked her over to her twin-sized bed, where I sat and pulled her tiny frame onto my lap. "Sorry, Iz, but she has the power to withhold sex."
"Jace!" Clary hissed before swatting me in the arm.
She tried to wiggle out of my grasp, feigning annoyance, but I only held her tighter and let out a laugh. "Is it not true?"
She was blushing so deeply that it was difficult to tell where her face ended and her hair began.
Izzy was now pacing around the room at lightning speed, pulling things out of her closet, grabbing shoes from under her bed. "Men," she scoffed. "You all keep your brains in your d-"
"What were you guys arguing about anyway?" I interrupted before Izzy could get too vulgar.
"We don't argue!" both girls exclaimed at the same time.
I held up my hands in surrender. "I know, I know! 'We don't argue, we just disagree.' I get it. What did you guys disagree on?"
Izzy stopped her frantic motion and threw her hands in the air. "I keep telling Clary that it's Friday night, and she needs to go out to the club with Simon and I, but she insists on staying in and studying."
"I have a huge test on Monday," Clary explained with the type of forced patience that came with repeating yourself several times. "Besides, I told you that I'll go out with you guys tomorrow!"
Izzy sighed dramatically. "Why can't you just go out both days and study Sunday?"
I could tell Clary was about to throw something at Izzy, so I stepped in on her behalf. "Actually, Iz, I really am with Clary on this one. This test we have Monday is killer, and it's a huge part of our final grade." I waved the book I brought with me at her. "We're having a study date, I would be very disappointed if my girlfriend stood me up."
Izzy just shook her head and went back to sorting through her mountains of clothes. "You guys are impossible," she muttered.
Thirty minutes later, Izzy was finally out the door – after throwing us both one last disappointed look of course. The door shut behind her and Clary let out a small laugh from her spot at her desk. "This has got to be the first time someone has been disappointed in me for studying."
I looked up from the book in my lap and focused my stare on the beautiful fireball in front of me. "This has got to be the first time I am studying."
Clary let out a bark of laughter and threw her pencil at me.
She was about to go back to her studying but, now that I was thoroughly distracted, I wasn't going to have any of that. "Clary," I said in a whine. "We've been studying forever! Can't we take a little break?" I wiggled my eyebrows as I said this, ensuring she knew exactly what I intended to happen during this break.
Clary gave me her best "mom" look. "Jace, you've been studying for a half hour. If you can make it a little longer, I promise we'll take a break and get some food."
I threw my head back against her wall with an exasperated sigh. "How much longer?"
Clary ran a hand over her face, a gesture I knew she often used to cover her smile when she was trying to be annoyed with me. "If you can study for thirty more minutes uninterrupted, I promise we can stop and get food."
I pretended to ponder her offer. "Does this break include dessert?" I asked with mischief in my voice.
Clary only rolled her eyes. "Only if you behave."
I grinned. "In that case, I'll be on my best behavior." I mimed locking my lips shut and throwing away the key before turning back to my book.
It felt like the longest thirty minutes of my life, but eventually they came and went. The moment they were up, I threw my book aside, leaped off the bed and grabbed Clary, throwing her over my shoulder.
"Jace!" she squealed.
"Shh," I said. "Food."
I was almost to the door when she started hitting my back. "Jace! I don't have shoes on or anything!"
I stopped with a dramatic groan and set her on her feet. "You better hurry, Fray," I said with exasperation. This, of course, only made her move a million times slower. But I didn't mind. After all, we had the rest of our lives to spend on perfect moments like these.
