Sorry I haven't been updating soon! I just moved all the way from California to Tennessee and we're still getting everything situated. I've also been outside and swimming a lot. I'm a writer at heart, though! Whenever i'm inside i'm either reading, writing, or thinking up story ideas and then I just sit there and think "I need to get out more" But, whenever i'm outside all I can think about is what I should be writing! So, I eventually just gave up, got out of the pool, came inside and started writing this. *sigh* A writers work is never done. Please review!
They were all sitting on the sofas, back in Magnus's flat again, waiting for Jace to choose someone. "Okay, Simon, Truth or Dare?" "Dare" He said after a moment of thought. "Is anyone going to ever pick truth?" Alec wondered aloud. "I dare you...to let Magnus give you a makeover!"Simon's fake took upon a look of horror, meanwhile Magnus was practically bouncing in his seat from excitement. "Do I get to put clothes on him too!?" He asked excitedly. Jace smirked. "You can do anything you want." Magnus jumped up, took Simon by the hand, and dragged him to his bedroom, while Simon looked like he had just been sentenced to death, Magnus looked like he'd won the lottery.
The group sat and waited, not sure if they should be scared or amused at the sounds coming from the bedroom. "NO! NO! I am not wearing that!" They heard Simon's voice drift through the crack under the door. *silence* Then a very unmanly shriek followed by a series of thumps and crashes. It went silent again and they waited for about four minutes until the door opened, and Magnus could be seen dragging Simon out of it. Their mouths dropped open in shock. He was wearing a pink shirt that said 'Tough guys wear pink', tight black leather pants, and pink sneaker boots that almost went all the way up to his knees. He had on red lip gloss, blush, eyeliner, and hot pink eye shadow. Once they all got over their shock, they started cracking up, while Magnus stood beside Simon looking at his work proudly. "Nice outfit!" Jace choked out. "Oh shut up! Can I take this off yet?" Simon asked, face getting redder. "No, you have to wear it until the end of the game!" Jace answered, chuckling. Face burning from embarrassment and anger, Simon stormed to the sofa, and sat down beside the still laughing Isabelle. "Just wait, blondie. You'll regret this!" "Sure I will!" He said, not taking Simon seriously. Suddenly, Simon got an idea and smirked.
"Magnus, truth or dare?" "Dare" he answered. "Someone should name this game Dare or Dare." Alec muttered. "I dare you to feed Jace, Isabelle's cookies, that she left in the institutes kitchen." Simon said. Magnus looked almost pityingly towards Jace, and with a snap of his fingers, a plate of black cookies appeared on the coffee table in front of all of them. Jace looked like he was about to be tortured, and hoping that there was still a chance for him, jumped up and attempted to run out the door. His hand almost touched the doorknob when Magnus bound him with magic, and dragged him and the plate of cookies to the bathroom. "I am NOT having you throw up all over my floor" was the last thing they heard before the bathroom door closed.
It was Isabelle that broke the silence. "My cookies aren't that bad!" "Yes, they are." Alec, Clary, and Simon said in unison. Isabelle looked like she was about to protest but was cut off from the sound of Jace vomiting from the bathroom. Alec looked like he might be sick from the thought of eating a whole plate of Isabelle's cookies, while Clary looked worried. "Should I go in there?" She asked. "Probably, not. The last time Jace ate Isabelle's cooking it was NOT pretty and Jace wouldn't want you to see him like that, anyways." Alec responded. Clary didn't look any less worried, but nodded anyways. About two minutes of hearing Jace throwing up and three minutes of silence, Jace and Magnus walked out of the bathroom. Jace was sweaty and pale and looked like he was about to fall over any minute. Magnus steered him to the couch Clary was sitting on and sat him down. "Take this." Magnus said, handing Jace a vial of something neon orange. Jace felt too sick to object or be suspicious and drank it. It had a quick effect on him, returning some color into his cheeks, and making it so it didn't appear he was going to keel over, anymore. "Why didn't you give that to me earlier?" Jace groaned.
"Because it would have only made the nausea go away. The cookies would still be in your stomach and I thought it would probably be for best if you threw it up." Jace, who agreed but would never say so out loud didn't say anything, but Magnus, good at reading people, smirked and smugly sat down on the couch. (Sorry for the bad wording there) "Clary, Truth or Dare?"