He was back to where he was yesterday: in front of his bedroom window watching his dear sister.
After blacking out yesterday, Jonathan couldn't remember what had happened after. He just woke up to his huge soft bed.
He watched with an amused smile as Clarissa sat under the shade of a tree while her hands were busy with something too far for him to see. Yet, he could see her focused face clearly. He could see her dark brows almost meeting in frustration. Her tongue was poking out between her soft pink lips. Truly, his sister was the most beautiful creature he had seen in his 14 years of existence.
Jonathan turned to look for a chair. He was quite tired from standing too long. He found a small stool beside his bed and dragged it to the window. It wasn't heavy so he knew he would be back to watching Clarissa in a few seconds.
Fire ripped through his heart when he looked down at Clarissa. She wasn't alone anymore. A blonde kid was pulling her up. He had never seen anyone come through their gates except for Shadowhunters the age of his parents.
"Him again..." Jonathan muttered under his breath while his small hands gripped the stool.
Jonathan caught himself. What did he mean 'again'? He didn't know who that kid was. Why is he even so angry?
Jonathan took closed his eyes and took in deep breaths. When he looked at the two again, they were chasing each other. Jealousy surged through Jonathan. He ran as fast as he could outside. He should be the only one playing with Clarissa, not some random blonde kid.
When the grass tickled his foot, he stopped to look down. It felt weird, like he had never saw grass before. He probably should get out more.
"I'll make you one if you give it back!"
Jonathan looked up when she heard his sister scream. She was chasing the blonde boy who was holding threaded flowers. That was probably what Clarissa was so focused on a while ago.
"Yeah?" The boy stopped and faced Clarissa. Both of them were panting. "I'll give it back if you make me two."
Clarissa groaned and walked towards him. "One of those took me almost an hour. Just one."
The boy shrugged and wiggled the flowers in front of her.
She suddenly jumped at it but the boy was faster. He stretched his arms up and looked at Clarissa with a smirk.
"Give it back, Jace!" Clarissa pleaded while jumping. She almost had it when Jace shoved her away.
Jonathan was faster. He shoved Jace harder which sent him rolling across the grass. The flowers were flattened under him.
"Stay away from my sister." Jonathan threatened.
Clarissa ran to Jace and helped him up. She gasped when she saw the ruined flowers on the ground.
"You ruined my flowers, Jonathan." She said softly as she picked up the flowers. Clarissa pouted.
"Well, he shouldn't have taken it." Jonathan said.
Jace wiped himself and looked at Jonathan with a weird look.
"I was just teasing," Jace said. He turned to Clarissa. "You have no choice but to make two of those now. Maybe make it three so I can bring two home."
Clarissa sighed and nodded. She looked at her brother. "Say sorry, Jonathan. It isn't nice to shove people you don't know."
Jonathan was hurt. He tried to protect her. Why should he apologize?
"He was hurting you." Jonathan said.
"I wasn't hurt. It was only a light push, okay?" Clarissa explained. She looked like she was talking to a child when Jonathan was two years older than her.
"Yeah," Jace added. "We were just playing. Right, Clary?"
Jonathan's face darkened. He walked towards Jace and pushed him. Jace fell to the ground and gave him an angry glare.
"Don't call her that."
"What is wrong with you, Jonathan?" Clary pushed him away. One look at her and he calmed down. His sister does many things to him.
She spun him around and pushed him lightly towards the house. "Why don't you go inside and calm yourself? You're being weird to my friend."
Jonathan bowed his head. He was finally outside and yet his sister was telling him to go back inside. He complied, anyway. Anything for his Clarissa Adele.
Before he shut the door, he took one last look outside. Clarissa and Jace were sitting on the grass smiling at each other. His black eyes looked at Jace with such anger that it could probably have eaten that blonde kid alive. He slammed the door shut, wishing he was slamming it against Jace's head.
Sorry it took so long, if anyone was actually reading this haha. I thought that continuing this was useless if nobody's reading it. But I decided I'd continue just to work on my writing.
Well, if you read this, thank you! I would love to hear (or read) your thoughts :)