Okay, once again, thanks for the comments/reviews, I really appreciate it, and on my profile I put up links to pictures of how I think the characters look like. Have any of you seen Breakfast At Tiffany's with Audrey Hepburn? I love it, it's such a good movie, y'all should watch it if you haven't. (Sorry, that was random but I just finished watching it.)

Enjoy!

Simply,

Sam.

Disclaimer:

Me: You guys know! I don't have to go through this ALL the time!

Random guy in mask: Yes, you do.

Me: *Completely confuzzled* Erm… hate to burst your bubble, but I've already gone through you.

Random guy in mask: No you haven't

Me: Yes, I have. And you forgot your comma and your period.

Random guy in mask: Who cares?

Me: I care!

Random guy in mask: Fine I'll fix my sentences if you do the disclaimer

Me: That's not enough, buddy!

Random guy in mask: *Takes off mask revealing Dimitri Belikov (Vampire Academy)*

Me: I knew I detected a faint Russian accent!

Dimitri B: So will you say it now?

Me: Dimitri, I love you, I really do, but that's not going to be enough. I'm just saying.

Dimitri B: *Takes off shirt* How about now?

Me: *Drools* I don't own the characters, Cassandra Clare does. All I own is this particular plot. Also, I don't own the voice of Morgan Freeman.

Dimitri B.: There, now that wasn't that hard, was it?

Me: *Still drooling* No…

It's been one week since Clary arrived back at the Institute from France. It's been a week since Jace found out that Clary was going to marry the mundie Jack Lavensky. It's been a week since Clary found out that Jace had been dating Lacey Jonathon for quite some time. It's been one week, which should be plenty of time for Jace to have gotten to the idea, but alas, Jace isn't anywhere near coming to terms with that idea. It's been one week since Clary found out about the complications that Lacey will cause, and one week should be enough time for her to give up hope, but alas, Clary Fray seems to be full of hope when it comes to her love. It's been a week, and yet, neither Clary nor Jace has told the other how they really feel, all they do is silently fume, while the others (excluding Jack and Lacey, they are completely oblivious to the situation) watch from the sidelines, wondering how much longer they will keep it in.

Jace walks through the quiet halls of the Institute. It's midnight, and everyone else is supposedly asleep. Jace walks up to the garden, and there, he spots Clary. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll just go." Those are the words he should say, for clearly Clary is there because she wants privacy, but instead, Jace walks towards her and sits right beside her on the ground. Without turning to look at him, she quietly says, "I couldn't sleep."

"Me either." He answers. For a moment they stay quiet, neither saying a word, the only sound being their breathing. Finally, Jace says, "How was France? I never got to ask you."

"It was good. Terrifying at first, but once I got the hang of things, it was great. The entire experience was completely and utterly amazing. I mean, you should have been there! The paintings were gorgeous and the models I got to paint… They were oh so close being perfect. I adored my time there, but of course I occasionally got home sick. I mean, as wonderful and as magical as that place was, I missed this. I missed that the music store is only a couple of blocks away, and I missed the night!"

"Oh, don't they have night in France?"

Clary laughs. "Oh, you know what I mean. I especially missed Luke and mom and Izzy and Alec and Magnus and Maia and Simon and…." Her voice trails off as she looks at Jace. "And, um, the hotdogs. Yeah, the hotdogs here are amazing compared to the ones in France."

Silence settles over them, but not the comfortable silence that used to be between them, but a more awkward silence. Clary was silently calling herself an idiot. She was about to say that she missed him, Jace, but that would have been idiotic of her. It would have tipped him off to the fact that she still loves him and wishes that he would say something about her upcoming marriage. Of course, she does feel that way, completely, but she will not be the first to admit. She will not be the one to grovel on her hands and knees. She was the one who left him, but she was much too proud when it came to this.

Jace silently calls himself an idiot. She was about to say that she missed him as well, he knows she was, but his staring caused her to stop and say that idiotic thing about the hotdogs. Actually, he was about to ask if she missed him, but once she said hotdogs, he stopped himself. If he had asked that question, it would have tipped her off to the fact that he still loves her and that he wants her to leave that stupid mundie. Actually, Jack was not stupid, he was quite intelligent, but Jace would never admit that, at least not out loud.

"Well, I should get going, it's already near one and I have to wake up early tomorrow." Clary says, hoping that Jace will say something that will stop her from getting up and walking out.

"Oh, why do you have to wake up early?" Jace asks, looking at Clary with a genuine look of interest.

"We're going to look at reception halls for the wedding."

"We?"

"Jack, of course, Mom, Izzy, and I. Luke would go, but he has the bookstore, so he won't be able to come with us."

"Wait, I get your mom, but why Izzy?"

"Oh, I guess they didn't tell you. She's my maid of honor."

"Really? Well, is it alright if I go with you?"

Clary stares at Jace, trying to see if he's trying to be funny, or if he really means it. Finally, she decides he means it. "Yes, you can come, if you really want."

"Yes, I really do want to." Jace assumes that spending all day with them will be a good way to see how Clary and Jack are together, and he's right. It's a perfect opportunity to see if they get annoyed with each other easily, or if they are one of those couples that are obnoxiously cute.

They sit in silence for a few more minutes before Clary stands. "I really should get back to sleep and you should too. I'll see you tomorrow morning at 8, don't forget."

Clary barely takes five steps before she feels Jace grab her wrist and spin her around towards him so that there is barely any space between them. She should push him away, but being this close to him, being in his arms like this, just feels so natural and right and it still makes excitement course through her body. "What are you doing?" She intends to say, but Jace interrupts her before she gets the full question out.

"Clary, you're still the same right now as you were 7 years ago in that club. You still care and you still don't like to cause pain in people. That's why you won't leave that mundie world and that ridiculous mundie you say is your fiancé, because you hate causing harm in any way."

"Jace, what are you getting at?"

"Clary." All this is said in whispers, mainly because they are both breathing so hard, but also because they don't want any that might be passing by to hear. "Clary." Then, softly, he brushes his lips against hers, and that's all it takes for her to wrap her arms around his neck and for him to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her in closer. They stand there, kissing, for what seems like forever, but is only a couple minutes. She starts to play with his hair, like she always used to, and then he slowly starts to creep his hands up her shirt.

"Stop." Clary breathes. She can't be doing this, she's engaged to Jack, who is downstairs, asleep, not even suspecting that his fiancée is kissing another man. Jace chooses to ignore her and he keeps kissing her. "No. Jace…. Mmmmm…. Stop." Of course, he doesn't stop. "Jace… No!" Clary pushes Jace away, of course, she's not strong enough to push him away completely, but Jace felt her and stepped away. "What's wrong with you? I'm engaged to be married! My fiancée is downstairs, asleep! God, Jace!" Then she walks out and goes back to her room.

She slowly sneaks into the bed, so that Jack Lavensky doesn't wake up, then she simply lies there, staring at the ceiling. She starts to wonder what would've happened if she hadn't pushed Jace away, but then pushes those thoughts away because they bring memories, and she's not quite ready to relive those. She sighs, then turns to her side, closes her eyes, and wills herself to sleep. She finally does.

Jace gets into bed and stares at the ceiling. He starts to wonder what would've happened if she hadn't stopped him, but then pushes those thoughts away because they bring back memories he's not quite ready to relive those. He sighs, turns on his side, closes his eyes, and wills himself to sleep. He never does.

So, you like, you dislike? Tell, tell please! I hope you enjoyed, and another chapter should be up soon. By the way, how did y'all like the disclaimer? I liked it. But that's probably because I was picturing it in my head…..

Thanks!

Simply,

Sam.