Clary rolled over, expecting to find more, soft, plush, warm bed, but she found nothing, and within seconds, there was au loud thump noise; Clary had fallen on the floor. She sat up, and rubbed her shoulder, gently, but applying pressure. "Damn it," Clary cursed, realizing that she had in fact fallen off of the couch, and not her bed. Clary stood up, and brushed off her shirt, walking up to her bedroom.

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Isabelle was still asleep, as Clary entered the bedroom, she noticed this, and thought, if I'm awake, she has to be, too. Clary walked over to Isabelle's bed, paused for a moment, what should I do to her? Clary thought. An idea popped into her head, and she headed to the bathroom, and looked for something she could put water in; she checked under the sink, and found a blue bucket, with a worn out handle. But it would have to do. Clary turned on the tap, and put the bucket under it-making sure the water was ice cold. Once the bucket was filled, Clary picked it up. It was a lot heavier than she had intended it to be. So, when she picked it up with one hand, she nearly spilt all the contents of the bucket onto the bathroom floor. Clary grabbed the handle-with two hands this time-trying not to make too much noise or spill anymore water, as she walked back into the bedroom.

Isabelle was still sound asleep-like a damn rock-as she drooled on her pillow. Clary stifled a giggle by biting on her lip, as she approached the bed. Isabelle began to stir, but stopped once she turned over onto her stomach. Clary lifted the bucket, and dumped the ice cold contents onto Isabelle's sleeping form.

Isabelle jolted awake, flying up into a sitting position, her inky hair flying around in the air, and then flying out of bed, looking around the room, until she spotted Clary, who was in the midst of throwing the bucket onto the floor, and dashing out of the bedroom. "I'm going to kill you!" Isabelle screamed at the top of her lungs, running out of the bedroom. Clary was faster than Isabelle-even considering her short legs-but still, she needed a shield. And what better than a human shield?

Clary quickly opened and closed Jace's bedroom door, to try and trick Isabelle into thinking that she'd gone in there. She quickly ran down the stairs, light on her feet, trying to not make any noise, as she tried to escape the murder house. Isabelle was now in the hall way, obviously having heard the opening and closing of a door. And while Isabelle opened Jace's bedroom door, Clary threw open the front door, and shut it behind her, as softly as possible. She knew she had to run, but to where? Clary ran in the direction of the beach, where people were walking on the sand, or setting up towels and lathering themselves in sunscreen. The sun was hot, and blinding, as Clary ran closer and closer to the water.

Clary could see Isabelle coming out of the hose, looking around frantically, her clothes soaked, and her hair sticking to her forehead an back. Clary had no where to run, besides down the beach or into the water. So, Clary ran as fast as she could into the water. She didn't look back, but she wasn't really paying attention to where she was going, either. So when she ran into something solid, she was taken aback, as she fell into the water and onto her butt. Clary looked up to see who she'd run into, and was surprised to see tawny eyes and golden hair. Clary looked behind her, to see Isabelle was getting closer and closer with every passing second. Clary stood up quickly, not bothering to apologize to Jace, as she began to run again, this time as fast s her small legs could carry her. "Clarissa! I'm going to murder you!" Isabelle yelled in her direction. "You do that!" Clary yelled back, as she treaded through the cool water. Isabelle was close to the water now, and Clary's heart was beating a hundred miles an hour, she felt like it might burst or pop out of her chest.

In this moment, Clary had a realization; Alec went wherever Jace went, and Magnus went wherever Alec went. "Magnus!" Clary shouted. "Magnus! Alec!"

"Biscuit?" Magnus asked, and Clary realized that he had been standing just out a little deeper. "Save me!" She squeaked, as she ran to him, and jumped into his arms. "She's going to kill me!" Clary said, as Magnus looked down at her in surprise. "What did you do?" Magnus asked, as he walked a little bit. "I may or may not have dumped cold water on her while she slept," Clary said, trying to sound innocent, as Magnus laughed. "And now, she wants to murder you?" Magnus asked, giving her a knowing smile. Clary nodded. "Help me?" She asked, giving him the puppy dog eyes, as she stuck out her lower lips a little bit, her eyes glossy. "Well," Magnus said, as Isabelle began running towards Clary and Magnus. "I can't let Isabelle murder my biscuit, now can I?" Clary smiled up at him, but it faded quickly, as she realized Isabelle was trying to grab her, but she was too short to reach Clary-so she began jumping. She caught hold of Clary's shirt, and it ripped, as Magnus lifted her higher in the air. At this point, Clary no longer wore a shirt, only the bikini top she'd put on underneath it last night before the bonfire. And she was very grateful to herself for making that decision.

"Magnus! Put her down!" Isabelle demanded, as Alec laughed at his sister. "No can do, Sweet cheeks," Magnus replied, lifting Clary even higher into the air. People were beginning to stare-if they weren't already. Clary looked down, to see a furious Isabelle, who was holding her ripped shirt in one hand, while the other moved hair out of her eyes. "You think I'd murder her? Not with these nails; I just got them done before we left," Isabelle said, admiring her bright red nails. Clary laughed. "We both know you could kill me and not get a drop of blood on your outfit," Isabelle nodded, as if considering the thought. "You're right, but still, I'm not going to kill you; I'm saving that tedious task for another day," Clary laughed sarcastically. "Oh, joy, you're not going to kill me...today," Isabelle grinned at her. "Exactly," Clary sighed, and tapped Magnus on the shoulder. "Okay, let me down," Magnus complied, and put her down into the water.

Clary stood there, in her denim cut-offs and her green bikini top. It had certainly caught Isabelle's attention, who was staring at her in awe. She squealed. "Oh, I'm rubbing off on you!" Isabelle wrapped Clary in a tight hug, stealing all the oxygen from her lungs. Clary tapped h=Isabelle on the shoulder. "Iz, can't...breath..." Clary managed to choke out, and Isabelle immediately. "Sorry, I'm just so proud," Isabelle said fanning her face with her hands, and Clary was almost positive she seen Isabelle getting teary eyes.

Jace POV

Jace rolled his eyes at Isabelle, but couldn't seem to peel his eyes off of Clary; she now only wore the bright green bikini top, and her flat, ivory stomach was visible. Her red curls were slightly wet from when she'd fallen into the water after running into his chest, but they still looked perfect like they had last night. Isabelle peeled her top off, and threw it onto the beach, Jace gaped but relaxed when he saw that she, too, wore a bikini top underneath. "Oh, calm down Jace," Isabelle rolled her eyes at him. She then proceeded to take off her denim shorts, to reveal the matching, black bikini bottoms. Clary, however kept her shorts on, as Magnus picked her up again, and she went white with sudden shock. "Magnus what are you doing?" She asked, looking down from here Magnus held her above his head. "In you go," Magnus grinned evilly. "Magnus! What-no!" Clary screamed, as Magnus threw Clary into the water, and in she went with a splash. Jace couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. Isabelle frowned at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "She'll get you back for that-she's a vengeful little thing," Isabelle warned. Jace watched, as Alec slowly, and cautiously backed away, water splashing up as he moved.

Clary POV

Clary swallowed a mouthful of water, as she broke the surface of the water, and nearly chocked on it. Clary stood up as quickly as she could, brushing wet hair away from her face, and glaring at Magnus, who had glitter eyeliner on. "What is it with you two?" Clary demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. "Constantly throwing me in the water," Alec and Magnus looked guiltily at each other, while Clary and Isabelle shared a knowing glance, with a nod, they jumped each onto Magnus and Alec. Isabelle jumped onto Alec, clinging to his back, holding his neck in her tight grip. Clary had jumped onto Magnus, and was holding onto him like a monkey; her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms holding onto his neck tightly. She heard him let out a choking sound, but didn't loosen her grip one bit. Clary turned to grin at Isabelle, who returned the grin evilly. "Should we let them go?" Clary asked, knowing the answer. "Let me think about it," Isabelle said, pretending to be in deep thought. "Nope," Clary and Isabelle said in unison.

Jace was laughing hysterically, as Alec and Magnus glared at him, through the choke holds. "What?" Jace asked through the laughter. "You two are being held in choke holds by girls," Jace pointed out. "That are smaller than you, and weaker than you," Clary and Isabelle glared at him. "Your turn next?" Isabelle asked, in an annoyed tone. Jace went white, the colour draining from his face. Anyone could tell that he was clearly terrified by the idea of having Clary and Isabelle tackle him. "I think so," Isabelle declared, and she released her brother from the choke hold, landing perfectly on her feet, water splashing up around her. Clary released Magnus, following Isabelle's actions, but stumbling a little bit when she landed. "Now who's afraid of two girls?" Clary mocked his earlier tone. Jace tried to back away, but to no avail, because Isabelle launched herself at him, tackling him into the water, while Clary watched with immense amusement. Alec and Magnus were coughing, and rubbing their obviously sore necks.

Jace fell into the water with a big splash, creating a small tidal wave, that splashed against Clary's legs. Isabelle got off of Jace, wiping her hands off as if to get dirt off of them, as she gave Jace a superior look. "Not so weak anymore, huh?" Isabelle asked, and Jace only groaned in reply. Clary could easily see how muscled Jace was, what with his six-almost eight-pack visible. "Get up, Herondale," Clary said, rolling her eyes. "If we're so weak, you can't be that hurt, right?" She mocked him, crossing her arms over her chest. Jace sat up, scowling at Clary, who didn't seem to be paying him any attention. He stood up, and walked over to Isabelle who was in conversation with Magnus-discussing clothes, he assumed. Isabelle turned around to face him, almost like she had eyes on the back of her head. "You're going to pay for that," Jace said, and at Isabelle's confused expression, he picked her up. "Put me down!" Isabelle yelled at him, as he walked out deeper into the water. "Whatever you say," Jace grinned wickedly at her, before letting her go into the water. Three was a splash, and then silence for a few moments before Isabelle reappeared.

She glared daggers at him, but Jace didn't care. He walked over to Clary who was looking at something in the distance, not paying attention. Or, that's what he thought. She held out a hand, telling him to stop. "Don't even think about it," Clary warned. "Too late for that," Jace said, picking her up, throwing her over his shoulder. "Put me down, you ass!" Clary screamed at him. Clary felt him shake under her, as he laughed. "Not a chance," Jace smirked to himself. "Jonathan Christopher Herondale! Put me down!" Clary pounded her fists against his back, as he froze. "How did you know my name?" He asked, and Clary rolled her eyes at him, as she propped herself up on her elbows on his shoulder, having managed to slip down a little bit in his tight grip. "With all the time I spend at Isabelle's house you think that I haven't heard Alec getting mad at you?" With Jace still unmoving, Clary managed to worm around in his grip enough, that it loosened, and she was able to get free, dropping into the water, surprising herself when she landed on her feet. "Some revenge," Clary muttered, as she walked away from him, back towards where Isabelle stood with Alec and Magnus. She was surprised Jace had let her go that easy; in school he would've stuck it out until the end. But, it seemed that summer vacation was turning him into a completely different person; he wasn't super loud, or annoyingly obnoxious all the time, he didn't constantly torment her. Clary assumed that it was because he didn't have a large crowd to impress, and that if he did do something awful to her out here, no one would find the body...because Isabelle was very good at hiding things, and leaving no evidence-she once planned out Jace's murder, complete with exact locations where she could bury his body. Of course, that was after an incident in tenth grade, that Clary tried never to think of.

Isabelle gaped at her. "You're not all wet?" Clary smiled proudly. "I called him by his full name and he froze, so I jumped down," she shrugged. Isabelle glared at Jace's back. "And meanwhile, I got dumped into the water," she sounded bitter, yet somewhat amused. "Oh, who cares about the idiot?" Magnus said, dismissing the topic of Jace. "Let's go swim!" And with that, Magnus began walking out further into the lake, until it was up to his hips. Alec, Isabelle and Clary followed him, and swam for what seemed like all day, while Jace stood knee-deep in water, watching them from afar.

Alright, guys, I know this chapter is kind of boring, but I've been having a case of writer's block...again. And it sucks. So pelase leave your suggestions below, I love hearing them. And also, I love getting constructive critism, it helps out with the story tremendously. So, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! And, that's pretty much it, so until next chapter...

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