They had swam all morning, and when Clary had gotten out, she found that her fingers and toes were pruny. But now, they all sat in the kitchen area of the beach house, enjoying breakfast, or in Clary's case a big, warm, cup of coffee. "Biscuit, you should really eat something," Magnus said, as he picked at his bowl of cereal. Clary tried to raise an eyebrow at him, but failed horribly, and both of them were raised-all or nothing, right?-Magnus laughed, and Clary glared at him. "I am eating something, you glittery idiot," Clary said, taking a big mouth full of coffee. "Coffee does not count as a food group, Clarissa," Magnus said, and Clary gave him an I-don't-care look. He gave up, and it was Isabelle's turn to nag her. Great. "Clary, if you don't eat I won't bring you shopping with me," Isabelle threatened.
Clary gasped. "Not the shopping," Clary said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at Isabelle. Clary was glad that Alec and Jace were invested in their own conversation, otherwise she'd have to listen to Alec's parental rant on why she needed to eat. "Clarissa Adele Fairchild," Isabelle began, her tone threatening. "If you don't eat something on your own, I will not restrain myself from shoving food down your throat with a spoon, got it?" Isabelle asked, cocking her head to the side, a sweet smile on her face. Clary stood up, and put her empty coffee mug in the sink, walking away from Isabelle and her threats. "Not hungry," Clary said to Isabelle over her shoulder, giving her a small, teasing wink as she walked upstairs. She could only imagine the steam coming out of Isabelle's ears, as she heard Magnus laughing.
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Clary dressed herself that morning-thankfully. She put on a pair of dark-wash cut-off's-apparently she owned a lot of cut-off's-and a loose, black and white-stripped shirt. Over a bikini, of course; just in case Isabelle decided to rip her shirt off again, or she wanted to go swimming. Clary pulled on her green sneakers, as a final touch. She decided to not do anything with her mass of red curls, just to anger Isabelle. She smirked to herself. You are awful, Clarissa Fairchild, she thought to herself.
She walked back down stairs, where Isabelle and Magnus were having what looked like an intense glare-off. "Hey, Iz," Clary waved. "You ready to go?" Isabelle smiled at her. "I'm rubbing off on you! Well, kind of, but still-that's better than not at all," Isabelle dumped her bowl into the sink. "Alec! You're on dishes duty!" She shouted over her shoulder. Alec groaned in response.
Magnus followed Isabelle, and Clary looked at him in question. He laughed and pointed to Alec and Jace. "You honestly expect me to spend my day with Alec and Goldie-Locks when shopping is an option?" Magnus laughed. "Hey!" Alec said, and Magnus turned to him. "Sorry, darling, but you know you're, friend," he looked disgustedly at Jace. "Is not much fun," and with that, Magnus followed the girls out the front door. "I disagree very much," Satan's offspring replied smoothly. Magnus scoffed. "Prove it," Magnus said. Jace got to his feet. "Fine," Magnus grinned evilly.
"You have to let us do your makeup," Magnus decides after a moment of thinking. The look of pure terror on Jace's terror as we approached him in sync was priceless. He stood his ground though, and shrugged. "That's not fun," he pointed out. "Maybe not for you," Magnus said. "But for us its like a goldmine of fun," Jace had thought he'd weaseled his way out of this one, but nope.
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No matter how much Clary hated the guy, she had to admit, he was no wimp. But you should be when it comes to this equation; Isabelle+Magnus+fashion+glitter+makeup=bad things. Very bad things, just ask Jace.
He looked in the mirror at his reflection. He had his hair gelled up in spikes, that had a terrifying amount of glitter in it-maybe more than Magnus used in his own hair-and his cheeks were red, and bright. He had bright blue eye shadow on his eyes, and it looked tacky and ridiculous. On his lips, was some perfectly-applied red lipstick. Clary shivered. She was never using that same tube of lipstick again. "Iz, I hope you know that I will never let you use that lipstick on me. Ever again," Clary pointed out, as Isabelle tied a hot pink, feather boa around Jace's neck, and Clary couldn't help but wonder why Isabelle had brought a feather boa with her.
"Oh, don't worry," Isabelle said, lifting her head to look at Clary. "I'm going to burn everything we used on him in a fire tonight," she grinned. "That's why I didn't use my brushes." Clary cocked her head to the side, giving Isabelle a questioning look. "You're going to burn your fingers in a fire?" Isabelle laughed. "No, but I'm going to scrub them with some disinfectant wipes until they bleed," she said. Clary laughed. "Good idea," Clary said, watching Magnus apply some glitter eyeliner to Jace's closed eyes. "I wouldn't want you to catch Demon-Pox because of Satan's offspring," Clary knew that if Jace's eyes were open, they'd be sending a golden glare her way.
And then, just for good measure-even if he didn't see-she stuck her tongue at his reflection, and then flipped him off. "I saw that, Clarissa," he said. Clary scoffed. "Saw what, Jonathan?" Clary asked, innocently, as she crossed her arms over her chest, and leaned against the wall. "You gave me the finger," he said simply. "I did no such thing," Clary shook her head. "Tell him, Magnus," Magnus looked at Clary and smirked, disapprovingly. "Its true; she did no such thing, but I suspect that there'll come a time when she will, and you will deserve it. Just for being your pompous ass self," Magnus finished, and Clary was tempted to applaud him. Isabelle nearly chocked to death on her saliva as she burst out laughing, dragging the lipstick across Jace's face. When Isabelle saw what she'd done, she fell to the floor, from where she kneeled next to Jace on the floor in their bedroom. Isabelle was laughing hysterically, and Jace's eyes flew open, and he screamed like a little girl, leaving Clary, Magnus and Isabelle laughing hysterically, and clutching their stomachs as they struggled to breath. Alec flung open the bedroom door.
"What is going on in here?" He demanded, but he too, fell victim to laughter, as he caught sight of Jace.. He clutched his stomach, as he leaned heavily against the door frame. Jace looked at himself in the mirror. "What did you do to me?" He asked, horrified. Magnus was the first to recover himself, as he pulled out his phone. "Jace," Magnus said, and Jace turned to look at Magnus, as Magnus took a picture of Jace. Satan's offspring seemed to have realized what he was doing, because he tackled Magnus to the floor. "Give me the phone," Jace demanded, Magnus laid there, saying nothing, as he clutched the phone tightly in his hand. The rest of them had managed to sit up, and stop laughing, gasping for breath. All of a sudden, Magnus spoke. "Clary," he said cautiously as Jace pinned Magnus to the floor. "Phone," he said, and tossed Clary the phone, she caught it easily, and looked innocently at Jace, who had his attention on Clary. "You won't tackle me; I'm a girl," she grinned, as she tapped away at Magnus' phone. "How do you know that?" Jace asked, still pinning Magnus to the floor. She smirked at him. "Because," she said. "If you do I'll send this picture to everyone at school, and trust me; Magus has everybody's number," Jace growled at her, but she seemed unfazed. Clary heard her phone go off, and then Isabelle's, and then Alec's. "And plus," Clary added, her smirk turning into one of superiority. "Now we all have a copy of it."
Jace let out a string of profanities, some directed at Magnus, others directed at Clary, all the while she just laughed at him. "I really hate you," Jace said to Clary, who shrugged. "If you think I care, you're in need of a reality check," Clary tapped away at Magnus' phone, and everyone's phone's went off again. Jace got up off of Magnus, and walked over to Clary. He crouched down in front of her. "Give me the phone," he said. Clary pretended to think about it, and then spoke. "Isabelle," she said, and Jace gave her a confused look, as she threw the phone over his head. Isabelle caught it, and held it up to show Clary. He shot her a glare, as he stood up. Glitter rained down onto the floor.
He looked so ridiculous, that Clary nearly chocked on her saliva like Isabelle, as she laughed. He muttered something about redheads, and Clary vowed to the moon and stars that she would make him pay for that comment, as he went to the bathroom to wash off the makeup.
"So," Alec said. "What should we do now?" he finished. Magnus shrugged. "Well, I'll tell you what we need to do," Magnus said, making eye contact with everyone in the room, as he stood up. "Run. As fast as you can, because as soon as he looks normal again, he's going to come after us," Magnus warned, and Clary and Isabelle stood up like bullets shot. "So, run?" Magnus asked, as they heard the tap turning off. Everyone, including Alec nodded vigorously. "Run." Isabelle agreed, and they all ran out of the room as fast as possible.
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Clary, Isabelle, Magnus, and Alec, ran out of the house in record time, following Clary who ran in the direction of the road. "Where are we going?" Alec panted. "Does it matter?" Isabelle asked, pushing hair out of her face. "As long as we're far away from Jace?" She added. "Not at all," Alec said, as they began running in the direction of some shops in the distance. Clary had to run twice as fast to keep up with everyone who had normal-length legs.
By the time they had gotten to the shops, they realized they'd made it into town, and that there were plenty of places to hide from Jace, so they went to a chip stand-that was as out of sight as possible, mind you-and each of them ordered a water, which were downed in less than two minutes. "I don't see him," Alec said, peeking around he corner of the building that blocked them from view. "Of course you don't see him," Isabelle hissed. "He's your best friend, shouldn't you know that he prefers sneak attacks more than all of us?" Alec sat back down at the picnic table, laying his head down on it. "How long does it usually take him to exact his revenge?" Isabelle asked of no one in particular. Alec looked up at his sister. "Sometimes he waits days before doing anything," Alec looked terrified. "We can't go back to the house, then," Magnus said. "He won't wait days," Clary interjected. "Not knowing that we could send out that picture of him anytime we wanted," she shook her head. Magnus nodded, looking as if in deep thought. "You're right," Magnus said. "We need to keep moving," he said, standing up, nearly knocking the picnic table over.
The others agreed, and stood up, walking further down the street. They came across a small park, that was near empty, and Alec pulled them all to a pond, where ducks swam around, and walked. "Alec, what the Hell are you doing?" Isabelle demanded. "Stopping to feed the ducks?"
"No," Alec said. "Jace hates ducks," he grinned. "So, even if he does find us, he won't come anywhere near us," Magnus smiled at his boyfriend, and kissed him on the cheek, making Alec blush. "Good thinking," Clary said, sitting down on a bench near the pond, her legs aching. Isabelle sat down beside her, and pulled her long, inky hair into a pony-tale. She nudged Clary in the ribs, with her elbow. Clary looked up at Isabelle, from where he eyes rested on her sneakers. "You are smart," Isabelle grinned. Clary tried to raise an eyebrow, but ended up raising both. "Thanks?" she said, unsurely. "I mean, like, by sending that picture to all of us," Isabelle explained. "Oh," Clary said, and nodded. "Thanks."
She pulled her phone out of her pocket, and looked at the screen. She had a text message, and the contact name read; Satan's offspring. "I got a text from Jace," Clary said, and Isabelle looked down at the phone, eagerly. Clary read the text out loud. "'Where are you?'" she read. Clary tried to think of a clever reply. "What about, 'Hell'?" Clary suggested. Isabelle nodded, and not a minute later a reply came. "'I already knew that, Ginger, now really, where are you?'" Clary frowned at the screen. Isabelle tapped on Clary's arm, and pointed to the duck pond. "Send him a picture," she said, and Clary snapped a picture of a line of baby ducks. She sent the picture to Jace, followed by the text; Hell, I told you. There was no reply, but it showed that Jace had read the text, and Clary could only imagine Jace standing, paralyzed by fear. You doubt me? I thought you'd have learned by now, Clary texted again. "'Why are you around a pond full of blood thirsty little beasts?'" The Clary read aloud to Isabelle. They both laughed loudly, grabbing the attention of some passerby, who gave them looks as if to say are you crazy? But that didn't stop the laughter that erupted from the two girls.
"Oh, what about; building an army?" Isabelle suggested, and Clary typed it out, and pressed send. "'Why would you be doing that?'" Was the reply. "So I can kill you first, before you kill us," Clary read her text to Isabelle. She nodded her approval, and Clary clicked send. There was no reply this time.
Magnus and Alec found their way over to the bench after Magnus had his fun with the ducks-he tried to be-glitter one of them, but it didn't work out. "What was the all the laughing for?" Alec asked, as they stood in front of Clary and Isabelle. Clary handed him her phone. "Read them," she instructed. Magnus leaned over Alec's shoulder, so he could read them, too. It only took a few minutes before Magnus and Alec started laughing-though not as hard as Isabelle and Clary had. "Do you think he'll find us?" Clary asked, and Isabelle shrugged. "I think he already did," Alec said, and pointed to a dirt path that wound its way into the park. And sure enough, walking towards them was a golden head. "So, um, run?" Magnus asked Alec, who was watching Jace get closer, and closer. "Yeah, run," Alec said, as Clary and Isabelle stood up. They all bolted in the opposite direction of Jace, which led them back the way they came in. "If we could get t the house," Isabelle said, as she ran. "We could lock him out."
"Good idea," Magnus winked at her. Clary couldn't help but wonder how on earth these people were having a normal conversation, meanwhile she was trying not to focus on the fact that Jace had been on the school's track team the year before, and could easily catch up to them. "Guys," Clary said. "You know he was on the track team?" Isabelle turned to look at her. "So?" Alec looked at her incredulously as he ran. "Jace was the best runner at our school," he said. Isabelle seemed to understand this time, as she shifted up her speed, followed by Clary who was trying to keep up on her-unfortunately-short legs. And for probably the billionth time, Clary cursed her shortness.
"Short legs over here, guys," Clary said as the group began to get ahead of her. Magnus looked back at her, as he stopped running, and then walked to where she stood. "Get on," he said, as he bent down, his back to her. Clary wrapped her les tightly around him, and held tightly to his shoulders, as he began to run. Clary couldn't help but giggle at the odd stares she got from people in town, as they assed shops, and finally the chip stand. They all stopped, and took a well deserved break for a few minutes, before resuming their rapid pace, as they ran through town. It felt like forever to Clary before the beach was finally visible again, and the beach house. "Tally ho!" Clary shouted, and Magnus let out a low chuckle, as he ran towards the house.
Clary could tell that it was harder to run in the sand, since it wasn't really firm underneath your feet, and it didn't help that Alec and Isabelle had chosen to wear sandal. But, of course, they probably hadn't anticipated having to run for their life.
When the reached the house, Clary hopped down, off of Magnus' back, and opened the front door of the house. Isabelle and Alec had come up behind her, waiting for her to go inside, but she just stood there with the door opened a little bit. "Are you going to go inside, Clary?" Isabelle asked, impatiently. "I hear something," she said, holding up a hand to silence Isabelle. Alec stepped in front of her, and listened for a moment to what sounded like someone having a conversation. He stepped inside the house, slowly, and quietly. He put a finger to his lips, to tell Clary, Isabelle-and now Magnus-who stood behind him, to be quiet. They followed him inside, as quietly as possible. When they reached the kitchen, where the sound was the loudest, they all stopped, and watched the sight before them as they tried not to laugh.
There in the kitchen, wearing only a pair of jogging pants, was Jace. He was holding a spatula in his left hand, with his eyes squeezed shut, tightly, as music came through the speaker of his phone, he pretended to be having a concert. Clary tapped Isabelle and motioned for her to get out her phone. Isabelle nodded, and pulled it out, and started taking a video. Clary bit down on her lip as hard as she could to keep herself from laughing. Jace was dancing around the kitchen, singing along-horribly-to some parts of the song. He jumped up and down, and slid across the floor in his socks. Every time he moved, Clary could see the lean muscle of his arms and stomach. She knew Jace was built, but not that built; he almost had an eight-pack, if that's even possible. She had seen him shirtless before-when they went swimming-but she hadn't really paid him much attention.
When the song finished, Jace opened his eyes, to see them all trying to hide behind the counter. His face turned beet red, and Clary swore that was the first time she had ever seen Jace Herondale blush. And the best part? They got it all on video.
Isabelle quickly ended the video, and shut off her phone, shoving back into her pocket. Clary stood up, and gave him an odd look. She pointed the stairs. "So, we're just going to, um, you know," she said, as they all stood up. "Run," she finished, as she tugged at Isabelle 's arm pulling her towards the stairs. She adjusted her grip on Isabelle's arm, so that she held Isabelle's wrist tightly. She pulled Isabelle up the stairs as fast as she could, followed by Alec and Magnus pushing them, and Clary almost tripping three times, because of this. They separated, at the top of stairs, as Magnus pulled Alec into their bedroom, while Clary tugged Isabelle to theirs.
Clary was in the room first, releasing her hold on Isabelle's wrist. Isabelle locked the door behind herself, and leaned against it, while Clary sprawled herself out on her bed, like a star fish. Isabelle slid down the door, so she was sitting on the floor, and she rested her head against her legs. Isabelle began laughing. "Did you see his face?" She laughed. "It was as red as my hair," Clary giggled back. "What time is it?" Isabelle asked, pulling out her phone. "Huh, its already two," Isabelle frowned at the screen. "Is it?" Clary propped herself up on her forearm, and looked at Isabelle. Isabelle nodded. "So what do you want to do now?" Isabelle asked. Clary raised her eyebrows at Isabelle. "Seriously? We probably just ran about three kilometres, and you want to do something other than lay around?" Clary looked at her in disbelief.
"What about, when we have a fire later, we go swimming?" Isabelle asked excitedly. Clary shrugged. "You're going to make me do it anyways, so what does it matter?" Isabelle thought about this, and the smiled at her. "You're right, but we still need to build a fire pit," Isabelle stood up. She walked over to Clary, and began to pull her up by the wrist. Clary groaned. "No," she said. "Fine by me," Isabelle said, and pulled on both of Clary's ankles, dragging her across the small bed, and onto the floor. Clary landed with a loud, thump. Clary once again propped herself up on her forearm, but this time she glared up at Isabelle. "Consider that my revenge," Isabelle said. Clary rolled her eyes at Isabelle, and stood up.
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"I think we should put it right here," Isabelle said, drawing a circle in the sand with a stick. They stood on the beach, and Clary was waiting for Isabelle to explain. "Whatever, Iz," Clary said. Isabelle clapped her hands together. "Alright, now we just need to get some rocks," she said. Isabelle began looking around for rocks, followed by a reluctant Clary.
There was a few rocks in the grass, so they grabbed those, and brought them to the soon-to-be fire pit. The outline was starting to from in the shape of a large circle, and soon they had to farther to find rocks than before. There wasn't much conversation between the two, besides when Isabelle kept dropping the rocks she had in her arms, and she wouldn't stop cursing at them. All the while, Clary laughed. Isabelle glared at her, as she placed the final rocks on the outline for the fire pit. "Looks nice, Izzy," Clary complimented. "I hope so, because I only dropped, like, sixteen rocks to make it," Isabelle said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Now," she started. "Getting wood, and building the fire, is the boys' job," Izzy declared, and started back towards the house. Clary caught up to her, just as she went up the front steps. "Thanks for waiting," Clary said sarcastically. "My pleasure," Isabelle said as she stepped inside the house.
Clary was about to step inside the house, when Isabelle was yanked from where she stood. "Izzy?" Clary asked, and she heard a muffled noise that sounded like Isabelle screaming, so she tentatively stepped inside the house. She looked to her right, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. And then, she looked to her left...
There stood Jace, pinning Isabelle to the wall, a pillow over her mouth. "Give me your phone Isabelle," he said in a warning tone. Clary wasn't quite sure what to do at the moment, so she stood there, and watched as Isabelle tried to kick Jace where the sun don't shine. He easily blocked her. Clary knew that Jace wasn't afraid of her, so she had to call for desperate measures. "Alexander Gideon Lightwood!" She shouted up the stairs. "Come put a leash on your damn dog!" Alec appeared at the top of the staircase a moment later with a questioning look on his face. "What are you talking about?" He asked, and Clary angrily motioned to Jace, who was pinning Isabelle to the wall.
"He's your best friend, isn't he?" Clary asked, as Alec walked down the stairs. "Sadly," Alec replied, as he walked beside Clary to Jace and Isabelle. "Jace," Alec said, in an annoyed tone. "Let go of my sister," Alec warned. Jace turned to him. "Not until she deletes that video," Jace said. "Maybe if you let her go, she might actually be able to move her arms," Clary pointed out. Jace seemed to realize the flaw in his plan, and let Isabelle go, taking the pillow off her mouth. She flipped him off. "That time, you deserved it," Magnus added from the top of the stairs. "Delete the video," Jace said in a low, angry voice. Isabelle pulled out her phone, as if to actually delete the video, and then tossed it to Clary, who caught it after almost dropping it. "Again with this?" Jace asked, turning to Clary. Clary shrugged at him. "You started it," she said simply.
Jace resigned, and headed upstairs, slamming his bedroom door. "Should we be worried?" Clary asked. Isabelle scoffed. "If tries anything like that again I'll skin him alive with my stiletto."
I'm really sorry about how long it took to update, I've just been really focused on my other story, and making sure the plot is written right.
Anyways, I know that's a lousy excuse, so I'm going to try and update more. I hope that this chapter didn't royally suck, because I'm having a little trouble writing-writer's block, again *groan*
So, yeah.
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