Jace stared at Clary, as she drew in her sketchbook. Her small hands moved smoothly and fluently against the irritating sketch paper. He sat across the desk, sitting comfortably on the corner of his bed. Clary his best friend,on the chair near the window. He began to stare at her red hair, the sun illuminating every strand. She looked gorgeous. She was his best friend since first grade and he's been in love with her since 8th of course everyone but her could see that and he didn't know why.(AN I know I know this is so cliche but whatever.)

"You're staring at me," she interrupted. His eyes, locking with her. He smiled, his genuine smile that was saved only for her. One of his witty, comments were about to escape his lips, he tried so hard to refrain himself it was unbelievable. Finally he came up with,

"I think I'm aware of what my eyes are looking at," he replied, simply. Clary scoffed .

Her attention returned to her plain sketch book. Her eyes moving along with her pencil. She finally stopped and took a deep breath. Her hand ran through her fiery locks as she let out another huff. She looked up at Jace and gave him a small smile with a shrug.

"So now you acknowledge my existence," he said with fame anger. Clary giggled. Jace smiled at the fact he was able to make her laugh again. He scooted back to the edge of the bed and leaned against the wall, legs stretched out. Clary found herself standing up and walking towards the golden-haired boy, sketchbook held tightly in her hand.

She sat down next to him, hands on her lap. His arm wrapped around her, firmly. Her head dug into his shoulder. He smelled of soap and sunlight, as he always did. Her fingers circled the spine of her iciness of the metal sent a shiver down her back. Jace felt Clary wince. He looked at her, then decided to ignore her sudden movement.

"What'd you draw?" he asked her, a . She opened her book to the page she was last on. It was Jace. She captured every detail of him. The light reflecting of his face and hair and the tiniest amount of the tattoo that was peaking from underneath his t-shirt.

"This is amazing," Clary blushed, bringing a nice red color to her cheeks. She took his large hand into tensed at the contact. Clary pulled away and sat up straight, back against the wall.

Jace stood up and walked over to his DVD collection to avoid the awkwardness. His fingers scanned through the cases of movies, touching every single one. His finger finally stopped on a movie. He pulled it out and lifted it up.

"Want to watch this?" He asked her.

"The fault in our stars?" She retorted. Both eyebrows raised, "you know I've watched that more enough."

"Well, don't girls like this stuff? Isabelle said, and I quote," he began. Clary rolled her eyes. "'Girls like this fluffy, crap, where love is real, and the guys are gentlemen.'"

"Did you just insult yourself?" The redhead smirked. She expected him to have a dumbfounded expression, but no, his face remained how it was.

"Yes, men are pigs, but we make up for it with our dashing good-looks and luscious hair. I mean, by the Angel, Clary, aren't I the most attractive guy you've ever seen?" Jace questioned. Clary threw one of his pillows at her Bestfriend.

"Oh yes, as I recall, you called yourself, 'Stunningly attractive.' Am I right?" . She looked at the movies.

"Wait a minute. Why do you have Titanic?" She interrogated.

"No reason," he replied, dismissing her quickly. "So pick."

"Ugh fine!" She looked through the movies a few times before pick mockingjay part 1. They sat and. Watched the movies when hanging tree started. She sang along with it and he couldn't believe his ears, her voice was beautiful, gentle yet strong and it his such a meaning he couldn't believe it. In this moment he couldn't believe that he could have this girl in his arms.

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Jace looked at the girl in front of him. Clary was glorious. She's so sweet and gentle, but strong at the same time. Their eyes locked, once again. Jace grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her to him.

They kissed. His hand on her hip and her's on his shoulder. Clary felt a surge of electricity up her spine as his hand pushed her closer to him. Their bodies pressed together. She ran her hand through his blonde locks.

The space in between them was unbearable. She looked at his face, then smashed her lips into his once more. Their kiss, more intense than ever before. Their arms around each other, holding themselves.

Clary pulled away from him again. She stared into his golden eyes. He reached for her hand and held it. The simplicity of the moment was perfect.

Perfect.

He couldn't believe that the way they finally kissed was because of one song. 'The Hanging Tree.'

He knew that this was their song from then on.

The next day they found a tree made a tyre swing and carved our hanging tree into it. It would always be their tree. The tree they spent days at. The tree Jace proposed at and the tree Clarys and Jaces daughter would meet her other half 20 years later...

Ahhh I need ideas on what to do help please! Any ideas PM them or just write it in a review

-wiki xoxo