Jace: SCHOOL HAS STARTED!

Me: And why are you so happy about that dreadful fact?

Jace: It means 7 hours of the 24 that I don't have to see you! –gleeful skip—

Me: Ha. You're so funny.

Jace: …why? –stops gleeful skip—

Me: Why do you think I bought an absurdly large bag?

–silence—

Jace: Never. It'll smell like girl deodorant and evil.

Me: If evil smells like mint gum, then yeah. A whole lot of evil stored in green boxes. Don't open them. You know what happened to Pandora.

Jace: Life wasn't worth living before the challenges. Although everyone would be happier if you weren't one of them.

Me: -flattered—I'm a mystery that no one can over come? Romantic. –bats eyelashes—

Jace: NO.

Me: I'll let you figure me out if you want. –Wink-

Jace: -screams and runs into absurdly big bag-

Me: -zips bag- HA.

-Silence-

Jace: -muffled- before you I was dignified and witty.

Me: Everything has to come to an end sometime.

Jace: But for me, I thought it'll end once I die. Not once I meet a crazy girl who keeps me captive.

Me: I thought we were on better terms than that!

Jace: I'm in a BAG, zipped up so I can't ESCAPE. Is that how we start off on a good term?

Me: You have your way and I have mine. We have different belief systems.

Jace: What, your belief is the belief that keeping people against their will is what you should do?

Me: Kinda.

Jace: Girl, you got problems.

Me: That I hope you can solve. –wink-

Jace: I COULD SMELL THAT WINK.

Me: Now you're creepy.

Jace: Some things must start some time.

Me: I thought that would happen when you became a 75 year old man, not when you're captive in a bag.

Jace: Things just don't turn out the way you want them to.

Me: I know. I was hoping that my captive would be like, Orlando Bloom. Not an amateur hottie.

Jace: I take offense.

Me: Oh I know, don't worry. I'm just letting everything out, because you can't really give me the Look of Doom in a bag.

Jace: Oh, I'm giving you the Look of Doom alright.

Me: And I'm giving you the Look of Pity. I'd hate to be owned by a girl who wasn't a Shadowhunter. I mean, I got you in a bag.

Jace: TALK TO THE HAND BECAUSE THE FACE AIN'T LISTENING.

Me: If only I could see your hand. But it's covered BY THE BAG THAT I TRICKED YOU INTO.

Jace: Kiss this.

Me: What, my cloth sewn up to resemble an absurdly large bag?

-silence—

Me: Oh, you're giving me the silent treatment. Because that's all you can do. I understand.