Uhh

"Are you sure you'll be okay here?"

"Yeah."

"Mira?"

"Hey I've made it for a year, a week won't kill me."

"I'll be here Saturday with the truck."

And with a quick wave Bat left me in the lobby of the loft building. I gave him a sarcastic solute as I stepped inside the elevator that had just arrived. Pressing the button for the Morgenstern loft I tried to compose myself, though I was sure Jonathan wasn't even home, and Valentine was most likely still at work. Still it was better to be safe than sorry when it came to these men, and I was already sorry. I had done something stupid, really stupid, probably the stupidest thing I've ever done. I told Jonathan that I cared. He hates people fussing over him, but loves being the center of attention. He's the most confusing person I know, and yet I still care and can't stop.

Digging into the pocket of my jacket I pulled out the loft key as I stepped out of the elevator. I unlocked the door and stepped inside quietly looking around for any signs of life. At first glance there was nothing. It was dead silent as I shut the door behind me, then came the grumbled snort that I had learned by heart. With slumped shoulders I shrugged out of my coat and hung it up before proceeding any further.

Jonathan was in the kitchen with items for a sandwich spread across the counter, but no sandwich made. His eyes stared at me as I made my way to the couch that still had holes. In the back of my head I wondered if Valentine had seen them yet and if he yelled at Jonathan for them. I picked up the TV remote as I sat, doing my best to ignore the black eyes on me. I hadn't even turned on the television when he huffed again, it was such a childish act to get attention that I almost cracked a smile. Almost.

"What?" I said flatly without looking towards him.

"Come make me food." He ordered.

"Why would I do that?" I challenged staying on the couch.

"Because I told you to." He replied firmly.

I groaned as I got to my feet. No matter how mad I was, or depressed I couldn't stop myself from taking care of him. I should only be doing this for my "boyfriend" and Jonathan wasn't him. Mark was. Mark who I only saw as a friend. I didn't even want to kiss him. I'm horrible.

"Your reasons suck, you know?" I said stepping into the kitchen.

"Shut up." He muttered leaning against the opposite counter as I began making his sandwich.

A year together and I knew what he liked, and what he hated. Only on sandwiches would he eat mayo any other time he hates it, he can't stand pickles, loves ketchup, hates peas, he puts extra salt on his fries. I could make the perfect meal for him without even asking, and even though he wouldn't say anything I know he would love it. Only a year together and I probably know him better than he knows himself.

I had put the bread in the toaster and it had just popped up done. A question had been nagging at me, and I had to know, especially after this afternoon. And my tongue knew just what to do when my brain was in a state of confusion.

"Did you know Clary is your sister?" I asked casually as I began to spread mayo on one slice of toast.

I didn't look at Jonathan as he remained silent. He was probably trying to figure out how I knew that, or looking for the proper insult to tell me I was wrong. But I wasn't.

"Yeah." Was all he said and my hand froze over the lettuce.

He knew. He knew this whole time and he still flirted with her. What was wrong with him? My stomach twisted into a tight knot.

"Then why did you pretend not to be?" I asked forcing my limbs to move.

"Because she doesn't know." He answered simply.

My hands moved mechanically as I made his sandwich. My head was spinning with so many questions, and concerns. "So you were just messing with her?" I managed to ask.

"No. I was seeing if she could love me." He said reaching for his finished sandwich. "Turns out it's not actually possible." He added grabbing the sandwich.

He was about to pull away but I grabbed his wrist. His skin warmed my chilled hand and it was a nice feeling compared to Mark's cool touch. I looked up at his face and he had a brow cocked at me. The words I wanted to stay died on my tongue before my brain even had the chance to realize them. My hand slipped away as I said instead, "She knows the truth now." My voice was low and flat. Even to my own ears I could hear the lack of life in it. "Your mother showed up at Pandemonium again and Clary had bad timing and well Jocelyn announced it."

Jonathan turned his back to me as he left the kitchen. "You have a knack for inducing the wrath of the family." He said with his mouth full.

He was right. The only one who hasn't gone shouting at me has been Valentine, but there was still time for that.

Jonathan dropped onto the couch with his feet up on the coffee table while I stayed in the kitchen cleaning up the mess. I didn't want to leave just yet, and lock myself in my room to do mind numbing homework.

"Have you found a place to move into yet?" He asked through another mouth full.

"Yeah." I answered.

"Then why are you still here?"

"Paperwork." I said as I realized this was unlike our usual conversations. It was missing our insults, and annoying jabs at one another. Was it because of last night? No Jonathan isn't considerate. . . Was he?

Just then as I finished cleaning the kitchen the front door swung open to reveal Valentine. Jonathan and I both stared in confusion. His dark eyes looked from Jonathan on the couch to me in the kitchen, seeming pleased he stepped into the loft with a professional atmosphere around him. "Thursday we are eating out. All three of us, remember that. If you do not attend there will be serious consequences." He paused next to the couch eyes growing wide. Clearly he hadn't been home in a while to notice the holes. "What happened here?" He demanded.

"I got mad." Jonathan replied flatly as he continued to stare at his father.

Valentine shook his head like he didn't want to start with his son. He looked to me and I suddenly felt small and insignificant. "The meal is going to be at Taki's at seven. You two will attend, and I will not hear otherwise." His words were final, then he turned around and left again.

"What the hell?" Jonathan said staring after his father.

"He's your dad, you tell me." I said shrugging my shoulders.

What was going on with Valentine?

Apologies it's been a while and that it's so short, but this is just a bridge to the upcoming week. DRAMA ROMANCE AND BROKEN HEART?

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