Okay! Heads up to everyone who has been asking: This story follows alongside the first story; Nervous Glitter Tornado, that stars Malec.

Also I know it's been a while since I've posted both of these, but well I have a third and forth story in the works. One following a separate couple, and the other jumping to the future where all couples will be present, and it will be much longer than the others.

ONE OTHER THING, for those of you who ask questions, I do want to reply but most of you are under (guest) which means I can't message you my answers. I want to reply and be social with all of you, but the (guest) thing makes it very difficult, so please when you ask a question please change your settings or something.

The first chapter of the third book will be going up in the next few days, so be prepared. I will also be revising NGT and LSaC, because my writing has improved and I want the stories to be as perfect as possible. Nothing major will be changed, just grammar and punctuation.

Thank you and be prepared :)

What Are We?

Jonathan was released from the hospital several days later, mostly because the doctors and nurses couldn't stand his complaining any more. His hand was still in the cast and would be for months to come, and once the cast is removed he'll have to go through physical therapy to get it's strength back. I have a feeling Jonathan won't take it seriously and he'll go overboard. He's missing out on his last season of hockey because of it.

Having him home, yes the loft is now my home. I don't know what change specifically for me to call it that, but it's my home now. Valentine coming and going less frequently, though he doesn't sit in the living room with Jonathan and I. Instead I think he locks himself in his room and does the work he usually does in his office at work. After Jonathan's accident Valentine has become more of the parent Jocelyn seems to be, caring and protective. It only took him eighteen years to get there but at least he got there.

Clary showed up to the loft the day after Jonathan's release. They spent the afternoon at the table looking through a photo album of Clary's childhood, and a much smaller book that their mother handed over that had pictures of Jonathan and Clary as babies up until Jocelyn left Valentine. Even though I still don't like Clary I gave them space. Jonathan needed to get over his sister complex and the only way that was going to happen was if she acted like a sister to him instead of a flirt buddy.

Every day was going fine, Jonathan was taking his painkillers like he was suppose to even though he complained that he didn't need to, I cook for him before I leave for my afternoon shift at Pandemonium, then I come home and make dinner for everyone. I could see it becoming routine even when school started back up. That Monday started just like the others but Jonathan wouldn't let me go to work. He sat in front of the door like a stubborn child until I called Raphael and said I wasn't going. Then he made me spend the day watching old horror movies with horrible plot lines and graphics.

"Go get dressed." He said after the last movie ended. The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon and it had started to snow again. The city was covered in a thin sheet of white ice.

"I am dressed." I stated not getting up from the couch.

"Yes you are. Now go change." He said getting up and making his way to the hall.

"Why?" I challenged lounging across the couch. I wasn't moving until I found out what was going on with Jonathan today.

He peeked his head around the corner with his brows furrowed. "Can you just do something without an interrogation? Jeez you make it so hard to be nice." He said before disappearing down the hall.

I jumped up from the couch following after his stiff walk. The cuts and bruises across his back and chest were still sore even with the painkillers, which were mostly for his right hand anyway. "Nice? You're being nice?" I asked following him to his bedroom door.

"It's either that or the meds are doing wonders." He muttered over his shoulder.

"Miracle. That's what this is. Did you have an epiphany while you were out cold?" I asked leaning against the door jam.

"You mean while you were calling me every name in the book just because I wouldn't wake up?" He smirked over his shoulder as he began to tug off his plain gray shirt.

"Yeah." I nodded, unaffected by his insult.

"Go get dressed Tyler." He sighed tiredly.

"Do you need help?" I asked. He was wincing every time he moved his arms, and he only had one functional hand.

With his shirt finally off I could see the the thick bandaging wrapped around his chest and back. He was going to have horrible scars. Constant reminders of how stupid he was to just chase after me.

Jonathan turned around with a devilish smile on his face as he came to stand right in front of me. "You just want to strip me, and take advantage of your weakened boyfriend."

"Is that what you are?" I raised a brow as blood flooded to my cheeks. "Weak? I thought you were strong no matter what."

His eyes darkened as they stared down at me. "Watch it Tyler." He warned.

"That's not my name." I stated crossing my arms over my chest.

We stared at each other for a solid minute before he grumbled a sigh and pressed his forehead to mine. "You are such an annoying little girl, you know that Mira?" He said. Even though what he said was suppose to be an insult the sound of my name still made my heart throb in my chest.

"Yup." I smiled brushing my lips against his. "And you're stuck with me."

"Lucky me." Jonathan sarcastically muttered into our half kiss. There was no pressure just lips moving against lips as we spoke. "Go get dressed. Put your hair up."

"Fine." I sighed pulling away and heading to my room.

"Jonathan it's cold. Where are you dragging me?" I complained as we trudged out of a cab and down a sidewalk. The snow was still falling and landing in my half up hair and Jonathan's long eyelashes.

"For someone who celebrates all the holidays, I can't believe you forgot New York's biggest." Jonathan smirked down at me as we approached a hotel which had people lining up all the way down the block.

At the front doors Jonathan flashed something like an I.D and the security guy let us through as the people waiting in line complained. The inside of the hotel was brightly lit and covered in silver and gold decorations while guests ran around with ridiculous glasses and hats on, then it hit me. It was New Years.

"You brought me out to party?" I accused. I hate partying, and I'm sure he knows.

"You make pancakes to celebrate, I go out and have fun." He smiled back at me. He was dragging me towards a golden elevator with his left hand. I didn't want to go, but I couldn't pull away, he was purposely holding my hand.

"You can't drink." I reminded him as the elevator arrived. It was packed with people who spilled out yelling and cheering while throwing confetti around and blowing the annoying little plastic horns. The hotel was like one giant party.

We stepped inside before anyone could join us and Jonathan hit the button for the twelfth floor. "Does this mean you're playing nurse tonight?"

I hardened my gaze as I looked up at his amused expression. I was being serious. "I'll be watching you like a hawk. I won't watch you do stupid things anymore."

The doors opened and Jonathan pulled me out into a semi quiet hallway. "You had fun with Blackthorn, why am I different?" He challenged not looking down at me.

"Mark can take care of himself. You're a ticking time bomb." I answered and his hand clamped around mine. It was painful but I didn't tug away. He was upset. "I want you safe, he doesn't matter. Jonathan, your hurting my hand."

He stopped just outside a door that muffled the pounding music from inside. A party. Who's?

Jonathan's hand loosened around mine as he turned to face me. His dark eyes burning with something that I couldn't identify. Determination? Pride? Combination of both and something darker.

"You talk just like a guy, little girl." He said before releasing my hand to open the door. I flexed my fingers as we stepped into the room. There weren't as many people as I thought there would be, then I realized the people dancing and talking were students from Institute High.

Jonathan placed his right arm over my shoulders, rest his cast against my arm. We walked though a small gap of people and to the French doors that were open sending a refreshingly cool breeze into the too warm suite. I recognized several members of the hockey team, and the senior class but none of them approached us, and I was okay with that. I didn't like most of them anyway. Especially the girls.

Jonathan stopped next to the doors snow fluttering in but melting before it has the chance to touch the floor.

"Who's party is this?" I asked looking around the suite for someone acting like a host but there wasn't.

"Mine." He answered flatly.

"And they were all here before you?" I inquired confused.

"I told the hotel to leave the door unlocked. Besides a party doesn't need a host as long as there's a location and free food." He smirked pressing our sides together.

"Nice." I sighed shaking my head.

"What?" He quirked a brow.

"You're definitely nice. . . And it's strange." I giggled.

"Oh the sweet words of my girlfriend." He mocked.

I roll my eyes and stood my ground. "I love you." I said over the music so the people around us could hear. Several people stopped what they were doing to stare at us. I wasn't expecting to embarrass Jonathan, he doesn't get embarrassed, but apparently he likes attention more than I thought.

After I announced my feelings he pulled his arm tighter around me and kissed me square on the mouth as everyone continued to stare. I got embarrassed and flustered as he pulled away, a victorious look on his smug face. Why the hell do I love him again?

"I think you've just crushed Blackthorn's hopes." He snickered jerking his chin to something behind me. I turned to see Mark looking pale and jaw slack. Several of his hockey friends patting him on the back like it would unfreeze him from his staring. When our eyes met he blinked rapidly then turned away like nothing just happened.

"Actually that was you." I said turning back to Jonathan. "You're the one calling us boyfriend and girlfriend."

Jonathan cocked his head to the side as he stared at me. "Isn't that what girls call it? Clary said it." He queried.

"That implies we'll break up, and I have no intention of playing Jace and Clary." I stated.

Jonathan chuckled. "Then what are we, if anything?" He asked as his eyes danced with amusement.

I took no pause to answer, "Lovers."

"You've got guts to say that in public." He smirked.

"Not really. This takes guts." I said pulling the collar of his shirt making him bend just enough so I could pressed my mouth to his. I kissed him long and hard, with everything I had just to make my point to the girls who were glaring at me since I said "I love you" to Jonathan.

He kissed back without fear of judgement. This was his party after all. I couldn't wrap my arms around his neck, I didn't want to hurt him, so I settled for holding his face to mine with my hands. His right arm stayed on my shoulders while his left hand tangled in my hair at the nape of my neck. It hurt but not enough to break the kiss that seemed endless, at least until I needed to breath properly and pulled away panting. Jonathan was chuckling to himself with his usual smug smile.

"Well played, Tyler." He commented removing his hand from my hair.

I glared at him.

"Mira." He corrected.

"It's like training a puppy." I muttered stepping away from him.

I didn't get far before he grabbed me with his good arm. "Excuse me, lover?"

I just laughed. This was Jonathan, and I loved him. Annoying traits and all, and for some reason he liked me too.

"I love you."

"You too."

Another kiss before the countdown to the new year began.

I really do love him.

Welp there you guys go. The end~

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