Helloo! :)

I was reading the reviews for last chapter (love them) and someone pointed out that the plot was sort of similar to The Notebook. I had no idea about that, until I watched it again. And it is! Haha :) Anyway, I just watched Titanic for like the billionath time. Anyone else love that movie as much as I do?

Also, this story is winding down. I know, sad. :( I'm thinking of writing a sequel, but I'm not sure. If you want there to be, or have any possible ideas for it, then please PM me.

Disclaimer: This is so stupid. I am NOT Cassandra Clare!

3 WEEKS LATER

JPOV

Jace Lightwood had been in California for three weeks now, and he still didn't know what he wanted to accomplish by being here. Sure, he had Larissa, and she was a good friend. But there was something keeping him here..

He continued on his run, jogging at a faster pace than most people. He looked out at the ocean waves, pounding onto the shoreline. Jace stood there for a split second, before running out onto the sand, stripping off his T-shirt and shoes as he went. Quickly, he raced into the pounding waves, letting them cover his head.

What am I doing here? He silently asked himself. There was nothing here in California that really interested him, in fact, he didn't even like it that much. He missed the city life of New York, the polluted air, everything. Clary. His mind whispered. You miss Clary, dumbass. He shook his head, getting rid of those thoughts as he pulled himself out of the water and headed back to his hotel.

The hotel was costing him a shitload of money for him to stay here every night for three weeks so far, but he didn't mind. After all, what did money matter when he had lost everything he wanted? He opened the door, and was surprised to find Larissa there.

"Well its about time you got here." Larissa said, eyebrow raised.

"Sorry, I didn't know I was keeping you waiting. You did kind of break into my hotel room without even telling me, you know." Jace replied, smiling slightly.

"You weren't going to invite me over anytime soon." She shrugged.

"You are a bit pushy, aren't you?"

"Its the only way to get things done." She said, sounding bored.

"And what do you want to get done?" He asked, curious.

"Jace.." Larissa started.

"Yes?"

"I like you." She looked into his eyes, studying them.

"I know. Everyone loves me. Its okay, you cant help it. I'm just that irresistible." He smirked.

"No, you're not understanding me." Larissa said, looking frustrated.

"I think I am. Listen, you're a great girl. And you're a great friend. But I don't see us going anywhere..um--" He coughed. "Romantically."

"We don't have to get romantic." She practically growled.

"What do you propose, then?" Jace asked, confused.

"We can have a little--" Larissa smiled. "Fun."

She then pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him, and crushed her lips onto his. Jace gave in for a moment, before Clary's face came up behind his lids. Stop it. Have some fun. He tried to tell himself. But Clary's voice wouldn't disappear. Instead of enjoying what Larissa was doing, he thought of Clary. Her face looked so disappointed in him. And she was right to be. It was almost like he was cheating on her. His body suddenly went cold. He pushed Larissa up, despite her protests, and walked to the window.

"Whats wrong?" She murmured.

"I--I cant do this." He stuttered.

"Why the hell not, Jace?" Larissa asked angrily.

"I'm in love with someone else." He said slowly. "I'm sorry if I led you on."

Her eyes flashed furiously. "To hell with you, Jace. I'm leaving."

After she walked out the door, Jace breathed a sigh of relief. He silently got all his stuff and headed out.

Jace didn't know how he got here, but somehow he ended up at the high school Clary had said she attended while she was here in California. School was still in session, so he made his way inside. He wasn't exactly sure why he was here, but some strange compulsion drew him to this place. Maybe it was the reason he was still in California, when there was obviously nothing here for him. He stopped suddenly when he came to a painted mural on the wall, instantly recognizing Clary's work. He stared at it, astonished once again at how talented she was. And how passionate she was about everything. She showed it in every color, every brushstroke. His eyes were raking the painting when he suddenly cam to a figure that was familiar.

A blond head, gold eyes..

She had painted him. All this time, he had thought she had forgotten about him during the time they were separated. But she had painted him.

Jace turned and went out the door, the strange compulsion gone, because he had found what he was looking for. It was time to go home.

CPOV

"Its..too showy." Clary protested.

"It is not! Its sexy! I cant believe you waited until the week before your wedding to pick out your wedding dress! This is a disaster!" Isabelle complained.

"I'm changing out of this." Clary mumbled during her rant. She was glad to get the wedding dress she had on, it just wasn't her style. It was a corset top with no back, and had sparkles everywhere. Magnus would have been proud.

"Clary!" Isabelle squealed.

"What, Isabelle?" Clary said while putting the dress on its hanger.

"I found the perfect dress for you!"

Clary made her way outside of the dressing room, suddenly afraid. Isabelle was standing, a silky white dress in hand, and shoved it at Clary.

"Go, get dressed! This will be the one, I know it!" Isabelle said while pushing Clary back into the dressing room.

Clary took a deep breath and changed, and then took a moment to look at the dress. It was pretty, no doubt about that. It was silky, and flowy, and seemed to hug all the right places. It was strapless, with lace bordering the edges. It was simple, yet not boring, which was what Clary loved. She hesitantly made her way outside, where Isabelle was silently waiting. When she saw Clary, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"Wow, I made you speechless? Isabelle Lightwood doesn't have something to say for once?" Clary joked nervously. Did she really look that bad?

"Clary..you look so beautiful!" Isabelle smiled as she gave Clary a hug.

"Thank you, Isabelle." Clary smiled back. But her smile quickly diminished, and her face got serious again.

"Okay, Clary. Something had been bugging you all day. Whats up?" Isabelle asked, sitting down on a bench, as she pulled Clary to sit beside her also.

"Its probably...nothing. Its nothing." Clary muttered.

"Why don't you tell me and Ill be the judge of that?" Isabelle asked, eyebrows creasing together.

"You promise you wont freak out?" Clary asked, worried.

"Let me think. Um well if you killed someone then I would definitely freak out, no matter how much I like you." Isabelle said, trying to reassure Clary.

"I didn't kill anyone." Clary snapped, agitated.

"Then what could be so bad, Clary?" Isabelle asked, rolling her eyes.

"I--I--"

"Spit it out, Clary." Isabelle coaxed.

"I missed a period." Clary finally blurted out.

Sorry the update took so long, and I'm sorry I suck at making chapters long. But I promise, once school is out, I'm working towards a lot more updates and longer chapters. Revieww!