Saturday morning was the same as always. Everything was normal until dinner. Clary heard the knocking on the door. "Hello. You must be Jace." Their mother, Jocelyn said as she opened the door.
Jace walked in, a big grin across his face. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Fairchild."
Clary smiled and pointed to the empty seat next to her and across from Jonathan. Jace sat down as Jocelyn smiled. "Oh, please call me Jocelyn."
Clary leaned towards Jace and whispered, "She thinks Mrs. Fairchild sounds too old."
He chuckled, his gaze slipping towards Jonathan. Jonathan was glaring daggers at him, and then Clary saw Jon and burst into a giggling fit. He looked to her for help, which only caused her giggles to turn into laughs.
Jocelyn tried to ignore the scene and turned to Jace again, "So… What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a shadow— p-p-pizza delivery guy."
Jonathan smiled. "Oh? I've never heard of Shadow Pizza. Do you have any specials?" He just knew Jace was lying about something. But what?
"Uh, sardine pizza and super sour lemonade."
"Cool. I'll have to order from you sometimes."
"Ummmm… great."
Jocelyn had turned very pale ever since Jace's mistake. Clary looked at her, "Mom? Are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh, yes, Clary."
Jace frowned. Jocelyn knew something….
"Jace. Come back to Earth." Clary whispered.
Jonathan was still smirking. Jace focused his attention back to Jocelyn.
"Jocelyn, I noticed you call yourself Mrs., Who is your husband?"
"My husband was Vale- Van Morg- Matthews." She stuttered. She realized that if Jace was one the people she thought he was, she had just given him some very valuable information.
Jace smirked. He had all the information he needed.
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Okay, I'm sorry for the shortness but I was rushing. Again. I have two other TMI stories so if you like this, please give them a look. Review! Love y'all, V