HALLO MI AMIGOS! Wow, I'm actually updating regularly! It's unknown to some of you new followers of this story… But now that school is starting, I'll probably update around once a week :D

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A/N: I'm not really proud of this chapter, but I rewrote it like 5 times so DEAL WITH IT

Okay, well I guess I should let you read now….

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal Instruments, but I do own Cassie Clare, so I pretty much own TMI *evil grin*

*Random shadowhunter hands me the Mortal Sword*

Them: Do you own The Mortal Instruments, any of its characters, ideas, or the author of the series

Me: No D:

CHAPTER 6- CLARY POV

After getting back from the mall and buying paint and furniture, Jon and I decide to start decorating our rooms. I start by bringing paint up to my room to make the walls a more interesting color- 3 of the walls are going to be a light lavender. I'm not sure what the fourth wall- the accent wall- will look like; I'm just going to let my mind wander. I get the paintbrushes and rolling pins I bought, lay newspaper on the floor, and begin.

I let the artistic part of my mind take over, and an hour later, I'm amazed at what I've done. Three of the walls have beautiful swirling patterns of blue, green, white and gold on the purple base. On the fourth wall,over a light blue base, in beautiful gold print, I wrote one of my favorite quotes: "The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it."

The bed is on the wall right below the quote, facing the huge windows and yard. A colorful patchwork-print comforter sits on the bed over white, blue-lined crisp sheets. After I'm done with all of this, I go downstairs to carry up my new clothes.

'Damn…' I mutter when I look in the back of the car- I hadn't realized I bought so much… At least ten bags from Hollister, Aeropostale, Abercrombie, Forever 21, American Eagle, and Hot Topic sit there. I try to pick one up.

"Wow that's heavy. Okayyy then," I say to myself.

"Jon! JON! JOOOOOOOOOON!" I yell, shouting for my brother.

"Yeah?" he says, sounding slightly irritated.

"Can you help me with these bags?" I ask sweetly.

"God, Clary. I was actually doing something important!" he tells me.

"Oh sureeeee you were. What were you doing that you think is soooo important?"

"Textingaline," he says quickly.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I tease.

He sighs. "I said I was texting Aline."

I squeal. Jon has had a crush on a girl named Aline since they were like, seven.

"You know I've talked to girls before, right?" he laughs.

"Yeah, but you've never dated anyone before!" I say excitedly.

"We're not dating, my dear sister. Well, not yet…" He grins, picks up a few shopping bags, winks, and walks back into the house.

JON POV (yeah, Clary, sozzzz sweetie, getting sick of you… And we need some different POVS)

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, and grin, expecting it to be Aline. Instead, I see Jace's name light up on my phone. (Jace/Jon)

Can I come over? he asks.

Um, I don't think now's really the best time…

Oh come on, dude. Is this still about Clary?

Of course, he doesn't know about my mom yet.

Maybe you should come over… I have to tell you something.

Okayy then… Be your house in 5 mins

I tell him not to go to our house, and send him the Verlacs' address, telling him I'll explain when he gets here.

Half an hour later, he drives up to the house in his black Honda Civic. I walk out of the house and he gives me a questioning look. So I start to tell him. Everything.

"Yesterday my-" I start, but choke up in tears. It's all too much handle.

"Yesterday, what, Jon? Speak! You sound like someone died, or something!" he says, thinking he's joking. The tears well up in my eyes.

"Oh my god, Jon…." he says sympathetically. "I had no clue. I'm so sorry."

Just then, I hear the front door open and slam shut. And of course, what follows? The voice of a short redhead with emerald green and a temper more fiery than her hair.

"Jonathan, what the Hell is he doing here?"

Hahahahahahaha I love making characters be really pissed off…..

OKAYYY question time! Would you rather have chapters be around this length, a little longer, or a little shorter? If they're longer, I'll probably update like every week to week and a half, but if they're shorter, I can probably update every three or four days. YOUR CHOOOIIICCCEEE :D

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