Hiya guyz. It's been forever and I don't really have a good excuse. Mostly I've been focusing on finishing DETM and then there's me being lazy. .

This is more of a filler chapter than anything. Um, basically, this story skipped ahead five years from the first chapter, and I thought hey, you guyz never got to see the evolution of the friendship Jace and Clary share. So I thought, maybe every three chapters I'd do like little short stories of each year between sixth grade and tenth. (Although this chapter doesn't actually have a short story for tenth grade. . . idk, my ideas were just not there for tenth grade).

So cutesy little chapter for y'all. (I never used to use the word y'all before. I've lived in south my whole life and it's been fourteen years since I've actually used the word y'all when I'm speaking. It's cringe-worthy guyz, I hate the word y'all.)

And Ethan story bottom is at the bottom, and another idea I had for this story at the bottom as well.

Okay and before I forget. Some of you have commented on how Jace is acting "weird" and not his usual character, and as previously stated, these characters are OOC. Jace is how he is because this is the way this story needs him to be. I understand how some of you may be concerned, but there is nothing wrong with him. Jace is special because he gets rid of information he views as not important, which is why he is forgetful. He doesn't concern himself with others affairs, and only focuses on himself. He's not in touch with his emotions, and as you can tell, his people skills are rusty. But in this story, that's just how it is. So please, before you say how Jace is "not normal" take into consideration how his character is in this story, and not in others you've read. So, now that you know that, when Jace does/says something most wouldn't, remember who he is as a person. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own TMI, but I do own this cool Harry Potter coloring book I got for Christmas. :D

Sixth Grade 2/2/11

Jace had one simple task after soccer practice, and that task was to deliver a sick Clary Fray her homework. How he ended up seated at the Fray dinner table surrounded by Clary's family was a mystery to him. But Jace had a strong suspicion that it was all the doing of Clary's older brother, Jonathan Fray.

Jonathan Fray was the soccer team's manager, and Jace knew it was because the coach took pity on how awful Jonathan was at the sport. Of course, the coach would never admit this aloud, for he was too kind for that, but why else would he keep the idiotic boy around, if not to let him observe the best of the best (Jace) in all his glory, so that Jonathan may one day, have a chance at being a fraction as good as Jace. . . Okay, so maybe Jonathan wasn't that horrible, but then again, everyone who couldn't keep up with Jace was horrible.

Anyway, Jonathan was infatuated with Jace. Not in a marry me kind of way, but more in a way that a young child is infatuated with their older sibling. Jonathan was always pestering Jace with questions, and would never leave him alone, even when Jace kicked a soccer ball at his head.

It couldn't be Clarissa's doing, him sitting with her family for dinner. She kept casting nervous glances in his direction as if she didn't want him to be there. (He was slightly hurt by that. Clary always enjoyed his company). Jonathan, on the other hand, just kept talking.

"Jace," Clary's mother cut off Jonathan's rambling and he pouted. "You can use the house phone if you need to call your parents and tell them where you are."

Jace's brow furrowed, "why would I do that?"

Jocelyn seemed taken back by his response, and his tone of voice, because she blinked repeatedly. "Well I- Don't you think they'll be worried that you haven't arrived home by now?"

Jace stared at her. "You think that?"

"Well of course I think that. If Clary or Jon hadn't come home yet and I didn't know where they were I'd be upset."

Jace nodded his head, evidently satisfied with her reasoning. "Ah, yes, I'm sure you're right." He stood up from his seat and left to call his mother.

As soon as Jocelyn was sure Jace couldn't hear then, she let out a breathy laugh. "Well, he's something else now isn't he."

Clary coughed into the crook of her arm, and Jonathan nodded excitedly. When Clary was done coughing, she smiled faintly at her mom. "Jace isn't really a people person."

"Evidently not," Jocelyn smiled at her only daughter. "Nevertheless I approve of your marriage to him."

Jonathan stood up and shouted, "I support it! If he's my brother in law he'll have no choice but to teach me his ways! I will be the best!"

And then Clary broke into another coughing fit.

o.O.o.O.o

Dinner wasn't as bad as Jace thought it would be. As soon as he finished his call with his mom, (all he said was "I won't be home till late. Don't worry." And then he hung up) Jocelyn's boyfriend arrived home from work and they started eating. The food wasn't as good as his mother's cooking, but Jace didn't bother commenting on it seeing as he just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. Jonathan kept talking into his ear, chewing his food at the same time so that pieces of food would fly out every now and then, hitting Jace in the side of his face. (Somehow he felt slapping Jonathan would be frowned upon). Anytime anyone else even attempted to start a conversation with Jace, Jonathan would just raise his voice so that he was practically shouting. How immature.

When Jace was finished eating, he jumped from his seat and announced that he had to get home. Jonathan pouted and pleaded with Jace to stay, but then Luke reminded Jonathan that he would just see Jace at soccer practice the next day. Jonathan immediately brightened after that.

Clary stood up after him, mumbling to her mother that she had to thank him about the homework. Jace grabbed his book bag that he left on the couch and opened the front door, leaving Clary to close it as she stepped outside after him.

"Thanks for bringing my homework," Clary said, shivering in the chilly February air, watching as her breath formed a cloud and swirled around her head. "And I'm sorry about Jon. He likes to talk a lot."

Jace didn't bother telling her he was forced into this by their crazy Science teacher, Mrs. Salazar. (She threatened to fail him, and then feed him to her Black Widow spider. He was pretty sure that would be frowned upon by the Board of Education).

"You should get inside," Jace told her. "You know, with your illness and all."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Clary nodded her head, but didn't bother moving to reenter the house. She was chewing nervously on her lip, staring so intently at him that Jace was scared to know what she was thinking about. Then all of a sudden Clary was in his personal space, and her lips were pressed lightly against his cheek, something his mother only ever did.

Before Jace could push Clary away, or do anything besides blink in surprise, Clary had already disappeared into her house.

Later on when he was at home, lying in his bed, he mulled over the days events. (His brain skipped over everything that had to do with Jonathan). As he did so, Jace found that he hadn't actually minded Clary kissing him. There was something oddly comforting about the tingling feeling in his cheek that remained even when he lied in bed, hours later. With that in mind, Jace fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Of course that was until the smile was wiped off his face when he woke up in the morning, puking his guts out. His parents told him he wouldn't be able to go to school, and Jace wouldn't have cared if no school hadn't meant no soccer afterward. After that day, Jace decided to never accept kisses from sick people.

Seventh Grade 2/14/12

According to Clary and everyone else Jace knew, today marked Valentine's Day, a day where an insane amount of candy was given away. (This included frilly cards in the shape of hearts attached to the boxes of candy).

Despite popular belief, Jace already knew all of this. And the only reason he bothered to remember all of this was because this was the day he tried in every possible way to avoid coming to school. Screw soccer practice, Jace always thought, because soccer practice wasn't worth all of the giggling girls that bat their eyelashes at him, asking if he wanted to go on a date with them after school. His answer was always no and it always would be no, no matter who asked.

Ever since elementary school the girls crowded around him, all eager to present him with the presents they had bought for him. He took them of course, but never muttered a thank you, or acknowledged the girls again after that. (There were even a few bold boys in the pack).

In kindergarten it was Mandi Hart, a girl with long blonde hair always in two pigtails. Mandi Hart insisted on holding his hand all day after she gave him her gift. For first grade it was the air-head Hailey Rugg who enjoyed dressing in pink. She dragged Jace behind her on the playground presenting him as her boyfriend to anyone who would listen. In fifth grade it was McKyah Roberts, a pretty girl with soft eyes, but she was no longer pretty when she kissed Jace behind the slide after he had told her he didn't like her. And now we come to seventh grade, where it was Kaelie Whitewillow, head of that Jace Herondale fan club.

Scratch that, it wasn't just Kaelie. It was all the girls in middle school.

Jace didn't know why girls liked him so much. He was a downright jerk to all of them, with the exception of Clary. He pulled Mandi's hair, threw mulch at Hailey, and cursed at McKyah after she kissed him. He did it all on purpose too; ignored all the girls, scowled at them, made crude jokes to their faces. But for whatever reason, they all just kept coming back.

Didn't they all understand he wasn't looking for any romantic involvements? The only thing Jace truly cared about was soccer, and the fat cat that liked to sleep on his bed. Those two things would be the only things he loved for the rest of his life. Jace didn't have time to entertain their petty crushes. He wasn't the kind of person to pretend to care about something he didn't.

"Jace!" A familiar voice ripped him from his thoughts and he turned to face a very happy-looking Clary.

She was smiling at him, a smile he had only ever seen a few times on her. She had a neatly wrapped square package in her hand and she thrust it into his arms.

"Look what I found in my locker this morning," she exclaimed, gauging his reaction as he raised the package to examine it. "I have no idea who it's from but I think it's wonderful. Valentine's day I mean. The whole concept of the holiday is brilliant. You can admit your feelings for someone without having to face the fear of rejection."

Jace delicately placed the package back in her hands before he spoke. "Personally I think it's stupid."

Clary's face fell. "O-oh. I see. If you don't mind me asking, why do you think it's so stupid?"

"Well, according to my mother, she says you don't need a special day to shower your love in gifts. But honestly, my reason for not liking the dumb day is much better. I believe that if you can't admit your feelings for someone face to face then you're not worthy of that someone liking you back, and you're also a coward for hiding behind pretty wrapping paper. That's my personal opinion."

"I swear, you are such a party-pooper Jace Herondale. I think it's great that our little baby Clarissa got a gift today. I believe that Valentine's Day raises one's self-esteem. But of course that's just me."

Sebastian Verlac had gone unnoticed until now but he made his presence announced as he slung an arm over Jace's shoulder, grinning at Clary as he did so.

"Well I think it's just straight up creepy," Jonathan Fray declared as he popped up behind his younger sister. "And since my opinion is the only one that matters, I'll be taking this real quick." Jonathan plucked the present out of Clary's hands and raised it close to his eye. He turned it over in his hands a couple times before he started shaking it.

"Jonathan!" Clary objected, quickly snatching the present back. "Don't do that. We don't know what's in it. It could be fragile."

Jonathan ignored her and pressed on. "Anyway, as I was saying, it's creepy. How does the bloke that gave this to you know your locker combination? You aren't giving random people your locker combination, now are you?"

Jace was amazed at how quickly Jonathan's demeanor could change. When he wanted something, or when he was trying to show off, he was a complete idiot. Whining, and falling on his face, and acting nothing but childish. But just by the thought of having Clary's safety compromised, he was all serious and protective of her. It was actually quite ridiculous Jace thought. Why couldn't the white-haired boy be serious all the time?

"Of course I don't give away my locker combination to random people. Only Jace knows it." He did? If he did he didn't remember. "Besides you and Seb should probably get going now if you don't want to be late to class."

"Clarissa, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to get rid of us," Sebastian pouted at her and Jace shoved him away sending him crashing into a desk.

The bell rang then. The teacher walked in, an old wrinkly man that Jace liked because he let him sleep in class, and spotted Sebastian and Jonathan in the corner.

"Well, well, well," the old man drawled, pushing his glasses further up his nose. "If it isn't Sebastian Verlac and Jonathan Fray back to wreck my classroom again." Sebastian cast a glance back at the desk that was now knocked over on its side. "I thought I had seen the last of you two last year. Why are you here?"

"Howdy sir," Sebastian gave him a little finger wave. "Me and Jonny were just about to leave. We were just here to give little Clary a lesson in why you should not except gifts from strangers."

"Little Clary? You mean miss Clarissa Fray?"

"Why yes sir, you see, Clary is Jon's little sister. We feel it's our duty to look out for her."

"I know who her brother is you blockhead," the teacher rolled his eyes before he gestured them to his desk. "Come over here. Hurry up now, I need to start class. I'll write you two a pass."

Sebastian turned his head to smile at Clary and Jonathan jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow. As they left the classroom the old man turned to look at Clary and shook his head slightly. Clary blushed and slid into her seat.

o.O.o.O.o

"I haven't opened it yet. The gift I mean," Clary told Jace, leaning against the locker that was next to his. "I've been trying to decide who in this school would give it to me, and who would know my locker combination. Since you're the only other person who knows my locker combination I have to ask, do you have any idea who would give it to me."

"Clarissa do you know how easy it is to get somebody's locker combination. Rhetorical question, don't answer please."

Jace pulled open his locker and. . . was buried by everything that fell out.

"Jace!" Clary exclaimed, dropping her book bag and quickly scrambling to help him up.

Jace shoved her hands off of him and Clary masked the hurt by staring at the ground with him. There lied at least thirty cards and presents scattered in the empty hallway.

"Oh wow," Clary breathed, eyeing everything that had fallen out of his locker. "Girls sure like you a lot."

Jace glared at everything before he kicked one of the boxes, sending it skidding down the hallway.

Clary grabbed his arm without thinking. "Don't do that," she scolded him. "Some girl- or guy -really cares about you, at least enought to get you something. Don't be rude like that. At least pretend to care."

"The thing you should know about me Clarissa is that I really don't care. It's stupid for girls to think that I would after I've repeatedly told them no before," Jace huffed, turning away from Clary. He yanked his book bag out of the locker, knocking out whatever gifts remained. He then began walking toward the exit.

"W-wait Jace. You're just gonna leave it all here?" Clary called after him, casting a distressed look to the floor and back to Jace.

"You can take it if you want," Jace told her disinterestedly.

"But it belongs to you," Clary argued feebly.

"And as I've already said, I don't want it. And if it feels like stealing think of it as a sign of our friendship. It's all probably chocolate or candy. Friends get each other stuff today, don't they?"

Clary looked down again and mumbled," I can't carry all this."

Jace sighed, before slowly retracing his steps, stopping to pick up scattered presents here and there. "I'll help."

When Clary's bag was stuffed, and their arms were full, and they were off to find Jonathan at the school's entrance, Clary asked Jace a question.

"What about the cards and love letters? Do you want them?"

"Toss them. I don't care for them."

Clary hid her smile by bowing her head and letting her hair act as a curtain.

Eight Grade 6/17/13

It was the last day of school. The last day of being in middle school for Jace and his classmates to be more precise. It was field day. A day where the teachers let the kids outside with a bunch of toys, sports areas, and obstacle courses, and left them to their own devices.

Jace never understood the concept of field day, letting kids run wild with minimal adult supervision. To him, it was all pretty stupid. Clary, on the other hand, thought the whole thing was just wonderful.

"According to Jon, since it's our last year in middle school, we get to use water guns. If he's right I'm just saying, ready yourself Jace Herondale because you are so going down."

Jace raised an apprehensive brow at her and Clary retaliated with a red face and a wide grin.

"Oh wow guys," Isabelle ran up to them, smiling from ear to ear. "I'm so excited. First field day, and then the graduation ceremony after school. Fun fact, in fifth grade my dress was too "inappropriate" so I wasn't allowed in the building. And then finally the Lightwood family is headed to Paris for the summer. Woo-hoo!"

"Isabelle, you talk too loud," Simon grumbled irritably as he strolled up to them. "I was on the other side of the gym talking to Eric and I could hear you. Clary and Jace are right in front of you, no need to shout."

"Nobody cares how loud I talk Si. And if you do care you should just go back and talk to Eric." Isabelle was scowling at him, but she still wrapped her arms around his shoulder and hugged him close to her. "I leave tonight which totally sucks. And we won't get to spend anytime with each other because today is a half day."

"You act like you're never going to see one another again after this," Jace remarked.

"Mind you, three months is a long time, Jace Herondale. Just because you're antisocial and you're only friend is Clary doesn't mean everybody is like that. I have friends. Like, a lot. Oh wow. Now that I think about it, that's a lot of people to say goodbye to. Saying goodbye to people takes a while which means even less time that we get to spend together. Ugh."

"Where are you spending the summer Jace?" Clary asked as more kids slowly trickled into the gym.

According to the eight grade teachers, all the eight grade students had to gather in the gym because that was the only place in the school (besides the cafeteria where sixth grade students were eating breakfast) that could fit them all. Apparently it was required that the teachers give a speech about how they were all so proud of their students and how they all deserved this day to take a break and relax. Jace would have insisted his mother not take him to school today because if there was no learning taking place it really wasn't worth his time. But they offered soccer and for Jace, that was a good way to spend the next four hours.

Jace shrugged and glanced around. "My mother said she was taking me to visit some relatives in California."

"But," Clary frowned, "that's all the way across the country."

Jace's next words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them. "Good job, Clarissa, you know fifth grade Geography."

Clary pressed her lips together and lowered her head to stare at her feet. "What I meant was that Izzy's going to Paris and Si is going to New Jersey to see his sister, Rebecca and that leaves me friendless for the summer."

"It's not like you and I hang out together during the summer anyway," Jace pointed out. "I really don't think it makes that much of a difference whether or not I go to California."

"I guess you're right," Clary mumbled as she nodded her head slowly.

Clary drifted away from him after that, moving to stand next to two girls Jace dimly recognized from History. He had no idea to where Simon and Isabelle disappeared to but they were no longer standing next to him. Isabelle probably dragged him off with her to say goodbye to all those friends. The girls that Clary stood next to kept casting looks in his direction and he got a strong suspicion that they were talking about him.

He ignored them though and kept his eyes trained on the kids in front of him.

o.O.o.O.o

The next few hours for Jace were a blur. They had let the kids out of the gym and Jace spent the next hours playing soccer with a couple of other guys. The occasional teacher would hop in but then they were gone just as quick, back to supervising. Whenever Jace took a break , sipping from his water bottle, beads of sweat rolling down his face, he'd catch himself looking around. Clary's friend, Simon, had been playing on the same team as him the whole time. His clumsy and nerdy traits didn't show on the field and Jace was shocked to learn that the boy wasn't half bad.

Simon was seated next to Jace on the bench, lazily drinking from his almost empty water bottle. Whenever he'd catch Jace's head swiveling around he'd smirk knowingly at him.

"Looking for Claryyyy?" Simon sang, a teasing note in his voice.

Jace ignored him, but continued his search for the redhead girl.

"If you stopped playing soccer for," Simon glanced down at his Spider-man watch, "the next half hour, I can show you where she is."

Jace stood up and tossed the now empty water bottle into the nearest trash can. He lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He turned slowly and raised a brow at Simon. "You know where she is?"

"Yeah, I do. She's been moping around under the bleachers for the last half hour because you made her sad. Don't worry I won't ask what you did wrong," Simon told him. He stood up and began making his ways to the bleachers.

"I didn't do anything wrong," Jace frowned, following after him.

"You did but you don't know it. Usually I'd attempt to knock a guy out right now but I've decided I'd cut you some slack. Mainly because Izzy's already plotting your death."

They found Clary with her arms wrapped tightly around her legs, her chin resting on her knees. Isabelle sat next to her, her mouth moving and her hand rubbing Clary's back. When she caught sight of Simon with Jace she stood up and stormed over to them.

"You." She jabbed a finger into Jace's chest, and he took a small step back. "What did you do to her? You've reduced her to a blubbering mess. Now that's normal, but tears added into the mix? She's crying, Herondale. This is the last day of school she should be going around, playing games, and being happy. You broke her. What the hell did you do?"

"Izzy," Simon interjected, weaseling his way between them. He grabbed her hand gently and forced it back to her side. "Don't you think you're being a bit melodramatic?"

"Maybe you're right about the whole melodramatic part, but in the end it doesn't even matter because he was still mean to her," Isabelle huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"He's here to apologize. Now c'mon," Simon said, grabbing her by the elbow and dragging her away from Jace. "I'll buy you a snow cone."

Jace watched as they walked away before he took a seat next to Clary in the grass. He frowned at her.

"You look sad. Why are you sad?" Jace asked gently.

"I am not sad," Clary objected half-heartedly. She rubbed her eyes furiously trying to remove any traces of tears.

"Simon said you were sad. Isabelle said you were sad. Even I can see that you look sad. Please tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing is wrong, Jace, I promise. It's a stupid reason anyway, and you really don't care, and you'd probably laugh at me."

Jace didn't argue with her. Instead he gave her a faint smile and her face grew a bright shade of red. Jace figured that was the end of the conversation and turned back to look at the soccer field. He watched the kids, correcting everything they were doing wrong in his head.

"Jace," Clary's tentative voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he turned his attention back to her.

"Hmm?" Jace hummed non-committedly.

"Um," Clary caught her lower lip between her teeth. " Do you- If I- Would you call me? Maybe over the summer? Since, well, you won't be in town."

"I don't even have your number Clarissa."

"But, if I were to give you my number, right now. Would you call?"

Jace's golden eyes softened at this and he smirked. "'Course I would Clarissa. You're my best friend."

Clary smiled at that.

"Er, I really want to go play soccer. Wanna come watch?"

"Y-Yeah!"

Ninth Grade 9/1/13

Jace Herondale was nervous. That in itself was a first. But to add on to the original statement and say that Jace Herondale was nervous because of a girl. That just made the whole thing even more unbelievable.

He was going to see Clary for the first time in three months. He didn't know why he was nervous, it just felt like the natural thing to be feeling. Yes, they had talked over the summer. Almost everyday. Her voice was oddly comforting in all the chaos going around him. Who knew that relatives were such an odd bunch?

"Salut Jace," Isabelle's smile was right in front of his face. "Comment allez-vous? I learned French over the break. Ne sont pas mes compétences en française étonnant?

"Pas si impressionnant. Non."

Unlike Isabelle, Jace was obviously fluent in the foreign language. Her accent was stilted and very much forced.

"Zut," Isabelle pouted playfully. "I did not think you knew French."

"Is this your homeroom?" Jace asked, changing the subject so she wouldn't ask how he knew French.

"Yes it is!" Isabelle nodded her head vigorously and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Simon's too. And as you probably already know, Clary's homeroom as well. I mean, don't you think it's just so cool. We've all had the same homeroom as each other for four years now. It's like we're destined to transform into superheroes and fight evil together. . . Oh God. Did I really just say that? It's obvious I've been talking to Simon wayyy too much."

Jace wasn't sure how it happened but somehow all four of them had always ended up in the same room. He didn't think they were all meant to fight crime together but he did think the universe wanted to torture him. Isabelle and Simon weren't necessarily bad people, relatively sane actually, compared to the other students in their grade, but there was only so much "accidental" shoving into Clary that Jace could stand.

"So Jace," Isabelle started. She got a serious expression on her face as she dropped her bag by her feet and sat down on the desk in front of him. "I was thinking about you and Clary the other day. Do you wanna know what I've decided."

"Not particularly, no," Jace said, allowing his eye to wander back to the door. "And actually I'm kind of bored with this conversation."

"Moody bastard," Isabelle glowered at him, her hands balling into fists. She cleared her throat and raised her voice. "I've decided to ignore that rather rude remark and tell you anyway. I think you should hug Clary."

Jace was silent for a beat as he let the words sink in. "A. . . hug?" he asked unsurely.

"Um, yeah. A hug. Y'know, when you wrap your arms around someone in what could be described as either a passionate or comforting embrace," Isabelle clarified. "You do know what a hug is, right?"

"Of course I know what a hug is," Jace snapped. "It's just not being made clear to me as to why I should hug Clarissa."

Jace was not a hugging kind of person. Actually, he wasn't a touchy-feely kind of person in general. He didn't like human contact, not from family members, not even from his own mother.

"Well, it's been forever since you and Clary have seen each other, and it's what friends do. I mean, you see me hug Simon all the time. It's natural."

Jace was doubtful of the whole "natural" thing but he didn't tell Isabelle this. Instead he pressed his lips together into a thin line and waited for the arrival of his best friend.

She walked in a second later. Her hair was shorter, now shoulder-length. Her curls were slightly more tamed than usual, not as frizzy as they could have been. She was talking animatedly to Simon who stood by her side, her hands waving around in the air. She hadn't grown and Jace felt his heart splutter at the sight of her. When she caught sight of him her smile grew and her eyes lit up and she waved excitedly, rushing over to him. Jace had no hesitation as he threw his arms around her shoulders and hugged her close to his body.

Clary was unresponsive at first and Jace wondered if he was doing something wrong. But then her thin and freckled arms found their way around his waist and he relaxed. He had never actually been this close to her but he found that he didn't really mind. She smelled of paint and sugar and lavender shampoo and all Jace wanted to do for the rest of his life was hold her.

That feeling was gone when out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of light. Magnus was lowering his Polaroid camera and he was showing the small picture to Isabelle.

Jace thought he caught the word 'blackmail'.

BLACKMAIL. lol

So me and Ethan. Well we kind of met how Clary and Jace met in To the End. Except he was the one who ran away from me, leaving me like "Okay then. . ."
But then the next day it was the first day of middle school, sixth grade (God, what a long time ago) and Ethan was in my Advanced Math class, and since my school was so cheap(?) we had top and bottom lockers. Ethan had the locker below mine. One day in the morning he was taking off his sweater and somehow managed to pull off his shirt as well. Let's just say I saw a lot more than I ever wanted to see of a pale and bony white boy. We laughed it off as he walked with me to Art, and we've been best friends ever since. Like one time he told me I made food look fun to play with. No words can describe my favorite Hobbit. :3

And since this is a story about friendship and love I've decided to leave like a short story of a sort at the bottom of each chapter. Stories of my crush and fangirling and of course Ethan. I think it's a great way for you to learn about me and in return you all can leave your own little stories in the reviews, or of course, PM me.

So yeah, wadda you guyz think of that? Good idea? I mean I'm gonna do it anyways but it's be nice to have you pplz behing me.

AND DO ANY OF U WATCH THE SHOW MIRACULOUS LADYBUG. IF YOU DO YOU NEED TO LIKE PM ASAP CUZ THAT SHOW IS MY LIFE RIGHT ABOUT NOW. LIKE FACK CHAT NOIR AND ADRIEN AND PLAGG AND ASDFGHJKL. AND IF YOU DON'T WATCH IT YOU SHOULD CUZ IT'S AMAZINGGGGGG. I'm so sorry.