Hey! I know It's been awhile but the truth is I have an overuse injury in my hand and have been told not to type or text or write. It sucks. Anyway I've snuck some time with my laptop. To anyone that reviews I'll message you the first 500-ish words of the next chapter. That will probably go up next weekend possibly early in the week following it. Anyway... I'm sorry about the wait and enjoy!
It has been one week since Jace and I split. Everyday since he has left me a white rose with the word please written on it. Today I go to meet with my doctor to talk about treatment plans.
Today there was no white rose.
Maybe Jace gave up. Part of me hopes that he did but more of me wants him right here. I just go to St. John's. The rose affair stays in the back of my mind. Maybe he is gone for good. I don't want him gone but he has to be.
Doctor Smiths office feels can sense the impending doom. Cancer treatments is a pick your poison ordeal. "Like I said before, Clary," Dr. Smith begins, "Chemo would be the most effective on you. When you had cancer before that was what pushed it over edge. Radiation simply didn't give the results we wanted."
"When will I start?"
"I say about two weeks." That is so close. Two weeks. The weird part is I feel fine. I haven't been feeling sick. Only things that have happened is I've gotten a few bad headaches. Never did I think it meant this.
It is decided that I will start with chemo once a week for 12 weeks. I'll have to ask Simon to drive me. He has a car. So does Jace, I think. The thought is hastily put away.
I get out of the elevator at my apartment. There sat Jace. His back was against my door. He was playing on his phone. When the floor creaked under my feet he jumped to attention.
"Jace," I say halfly surprised.
"Umm... hey. I got you these." He thrusts a bunch of roses my way.
"Thanks." I take them. "I really can't talk right now."
"Come on, Red, just a few minutes."
"How long were you out here?"
"2 hours." Damn it.
"Alright, come in." He smirks and I open the door.
"What's up Clary?"
"I am just stressed out. I really feel bad about spazzing out on you."
"You know what? I really like you Clary."
"I like you a lot too, Jace."
"Can we still be together?"
"I..." I try to think of a reason but nothing comes to mind. "Sure." I am going to regret this. I don't want him to get hurt
"Let me play something for you." he suddenly asks.
"I don't have a piano."
"My house. I have one there. Come on." We walk outside and into his camero. "Tell me all about your problems."
"Oh it's nothing much. Just school and stuff." I can tell he does believe me, so I change the topic. "What are you going to play me?"
"A song."
"Hmm... I wouldn't of guessed."
We roll up on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. "This is home." Jace says pulling into a parking spot.
"You live here?!" I say gesturing to the montage of utterly expensive homes.
"Don't I just keep getting better?"Jace pulls out a key as we bound up the stairs. The house is a pale blue four story. It is elegant. The inside is just as wonderful. It is all decked out in modern furniture. "Come over here, Red." Jace moves toward an oddly shaped piano. It is weirdly beautiful. I sit down next to Jace on the bench. "What do you want to hear?"
"Clique." I joke.
"No."
"Don't Stop Believing."
He thinks for a minute before saying, "That works." His fingers move. They hit keys and create a melody.
I sing, "Just a small town girl/ Livin' in a lonely world/ She took the midnight train goin' anywhere."
Jace picks it up, "Just a city boy/ Born and raised in south Detroit/ He took the midnight train goin' anywhere." Man, he can sing. His fingers dance and his voice swells. By the time the song finishes we are kissing. We are right next to each other. We were one.
"There is a million rooms in the house, pick one!" says a female voice. Jace and I fly apart like a kid caught with his hand inside a cookie jar.
"Damn it Isabelle."
"I came to ask you if you know where Alec is."
"Nope." As if on cue, the front door opens and someone, who I am guessing in Alec, walks in. "I found Alec!" exclaims Jace.
"Who's that?" Alec asks looking at me.
" My girlfriend." He says the word with so much confidence.
Girlfriend.
The word burns into me. It bounces around my brain. A week ago I told him to leave me alone. Now he's my boyfriend.
"I'm Clary," I add.
"Alec, and I am assuming you met Izzy."
"Umm... Yeah." I reply, cringing at the thought of her first impression of me.
"Those two were making out on the piano." Izzy adds matter-of-factly.
"Too much information." Alec says, grimacing.
"Alright who want delivery?" asks Izzy loudly.
"Mu shu pork!" exclaims Jace. "Are you going to stay Clary?"
"I will." I say. Izzy goes to order and Alec sits on the couch. Jace sits down too and I follow. The couch is leather and about four times bigger than mine. "Where are your parents?" I ask.
"Dad's on a business trip and Mom's in town." says Alec. Jace and him are almost opposite. Isabelle and Alec are dark while Jace is golden. I know he's adopted but it is like light and day.
"You go to Columbia, I'm guessing." says Isabelle entering the room again.
"Yeah, art major."
"I'm studying fashion. Alec wants to be an oncologist." What? I almost jump out of my seat but I keep my cool. I put a smile on and act normal.
"That's neat." I say sounding retarded.
"Alec has this thing called actual ambition." starts Jace.
"Shut up." counters Alec, "you're NBA gold."
"I on the team." sighs Jace leaning back.
"What's wrong?" I ask him.
"Oh nothing, Let's play scrabble!"
"Really?" ask Isabelle "Do we even own it?"
"Yep." and Jace takes off down the hallway.
Goldilocks walks back into the room with the game. I slid off the couch so I am no kneeling on the floor. We all pick seven letters. Jace starts with 'do.' I am able to build devil off the 'd.' Alec puts laser and Izzy places awe down. Round two starts with 'you' by Jace. In 8 turns I notice something: Jace made a sentence. He scrambled out 'Do you want to go out two morrow?' I look at my letters: C. I place the Y and the S around a E. He smiles and I smile, then our Chinese comes.