A/N: Hi again! Sorry for the sporadic updates. Life is insane! So… I didn't update this story like I wanted to for Christmas; instead I wrote a little one-shot. It's called Eggnog and Mistletoe, if you wanna check it out!

So, I'm going up into the mountains for New Years, and I'm coming back home the day before school starts back up. This might be my last update for a while. Sorry guys!

Enjoy!

Izzy took off out of the library like a bullet out of a gun, and it was all Clary could do to follow her. Trailing behind by several feet, Clary almost lost Isabelle several times. The swirl of black hair or the slightest click of high heels were sometimes all the petite redhead had to guide her through the labyrinth of the Institute.

Stopping suddenly before a door identical to the fifty others they'd passed en route, Isabelle was too busy smiling like a maniac to notice the puffing Clary behind her. The middle Lightwood pushed open the door.

The first word to cross Clary's mind was white. Everything in Jace's bedroom was white: the walls, the carpet, the bed, the furniture. There were no posters or pictures interrupting the blank walls. It was just a cavern of white. Clary cringed, the artistic side of her desperate for some color.

"It's so Spartan!." Izzy broke the silence. Answering Clary's questioning glance, she continued, "Jace really hates having people in here. The last time I was in here, I think I was nine." Without another word, Izzy strutted across the room to the desk. She yanked open drawers, riffling through them and throwing their contents across the room.

Observing from the doorway, Clary couldn't help but laugh as Isabelle dismantled the desk, flipped over the mattress, and cleared out the closet. As the other girl teetered around the room in six-inch Jimmy Choo's and sent articles of clothing screaming across the room, Clary couldn't contain herself.

"Need help?" Isabelle was trying to move the bed from the wall. No matter how many strength runes she wore and no matter how much practice she had fighting in high heels, there was no possible way she was going to move the bed alone. Exasperated, Isabelle flipped her hair out of her eyes and glared at Clary. Without saying anything, she managed to convey "Hell-yes-I-need-help-what-the-fuck-do-you-think-you're-here-for?"

Clary picked her way over the discarded items towards the opposite end of the room. She took the side of the bed across from Izzy. "Okay, on the count of three. One… Two… Three…" Clary shoved, without any help from the raven-headed Shadowhunter. "Why am I the only one pushing?"

"Because you didn't say go!"

"What?" Clary was thoroughly confused.

"You go on 'go.' One, two, three, then you push on go." Isabelle huffed like she was explaining the most obvious thing in the world.

"What?"

"I said, you go on-"

"I got that! I'm just asking when this apparent law was enacted!"

"I'm no Mundie, but that's how we've always done things. Ask anybody!"

"Fine then. One. Two. Three. GO!"

Both girls pushed, trying to move the ten-ton bed. When both girls had gone red in the face without managing to move the bed an inch, they resigned to re-strategize.

"Mkay! So, I'm thinkin' we try another plan."

"Well, Captain Obvious," Clary muttered, "aren't you just brilliant?" The red-head earned a death glare from Isabelle.

After a deep breath and a quick hair readjustment, her anger seemed to subside. "Mkay! How about we both pull on one end, then go to the other, and kind of walk it away from the wall?" At Clary's answering nod, the two enacted the plan.

Remarkably easier than the previous attempt, the two managed to scoot the bed away. Nothing was held between the wall and the frame, and Isabelle's face fell. "Angel! How can he have absolutely nothing for us to use against him?"

"Maybe he's too used to living with you and your nosy tendencies?" Clary ventured. Another death glare was shot her way. Changing the subject, she asked, "Are we gonna pick this up?" That prospect was none too appealing; Isabelle had been thorough in her search of the meticulous room. Clothing was flung all over the room and draped over the desk chair. The drawers had been pulled out of the dresser and the desk, their contents strewn all about the floor. Isabelle smirked.

"Won't Jace be pissed off when he sees this?" Another smirk was all Clary received as an answer. A sinister light flashed in Izzy's eyes.

"He's gonna hate us after this!" Daintily skipping over the chaos that was the floor, Isabelle managed to cross the room without losing her balance. Clary followed, although without the Lightwood daughter's grace.

Isabelle had let herself into Jace's tiny bathroom. She'd climbed up onto the counter above the sink, and had procured a tube of lipstick from Angel-knows-where.

"What are you going to do?" Clary asked, finding herself watching from the doorway again. Izzy opted not to answer. She just smirked. She uncapped the lipstick and turned back towards the mirror. In giant, cursive letters, Izzy scribbled "Love Clary and Iz" on the reflective surface. The crimson script was then encircled… sort of… in a heart.

Laughing, Izzy hopped down. She turned to see her accomplice in a fit of giggles. "Let's go!" She said, leading Clary out of Jace's room.

xxxH4ARxxx

Alec could never understand why exactly girls would travel in pairs, or why the seemed to be in a constant state of giggles when they did. The two Fey he and Magnus had encountered down in Brooklyn had been laughing hysterically for no reason.

Still trying to reason it out, Alec found another prime example. His sister and Clary burst out of Jace's room, doubled over in peals of laughter. Clary's face had turned as fiery as her hair, presumably from lack of oxygen. She was gasping, and Izzy was trying to regain her composure.

Sighing, he approached the two. "Do I want to know?"

A/N: I didn't really enjoy that chappy, but I've had massive writer's block. This chapter just didn't want to be written. Mostly, I couldn't see Jace as the kind of person to keep a diary, so he didn't and this happened.

I'm looking at my desk, and surrounding my computer are seventeen cans of Mountain Dew. Please excuse any insanity, because it's 1:40 AM and I'm so hopped up on caffeine that my hands are shaking.

I don't know where to go from here, so please leave me some ideas. Concrit is also appreciated.

Love you all, and HAPPY NEW YEAR! This will probably (99.99% sure) be my last post of 2010!