Chapter 5
It was Monday and Clary was wearing sweats, again. All she had worn since Thursday, besides the football game, had been sweats and she missed her jeans. Clary sighed as Mr. Rogers continued to drone on about the Industrial Revolution. Not that she was really paying attention, her thought were still on her weekend for some reason, which she had spent mostly in her room. Saturday morning Clary had gotten up early and did what house-cleaning she had needed to do that included cleaning up her father's mess from the night before. When she had gotten done with that she had checked the fridge and saw that there were plenty of leftovers for her father when he woke up. Thankfully, she was done and back in her room before he did get up. Sunday had been about the same. What little bit Clary had been around her father those two days she had noticed that he had been more depressed and tired than actually irritated but she wasn't about to take her chances.
Clary had been relieved when she woke up this morning knowing that her father would go to work and she would go to school. Another reason Clary was happy about it being Monday was that she had a doctor's appointment she had to go to after this class that would take up all of gym and maybe some of art. The fact that she would miss some of her favorite class didn't thrill Clary but if the doctor said she could stop having to cover her burn it was worth it.
When the bell did finally ring Clary nearly shot out of her desk. She stopped by her locker and put her homework in her bag and then went to the office where she signed out with the promise of a doctor's note and went to the parking lot. It only took about ten minutes to get to the hospital and into one of the waiting rooms. Mercifully it was a slow day and Clary didn't have to wait more than fifteen minutes until a nurse came out and called her name.
"Well, let's have a look at that leg." The doctor said as he put on new plastic gloves.
Clary rolled up her pant leg and took off the gauze and tape that covered her wound. The doctor inspected it, which included touching the skin gently and asking several questions. Finally he rubbed some kind of lotion over it and said he would be right back. In no more than a minute he came back and touched Clary's leg gently one more time and then pulled off his gloves and threw them away.
"Well, Ms. Morgenstern, it seems you having been taking good care of that burn. I put a salve over it that will protect the new skin as it continues to heal. You shouldn't need to keep it covered anymore unless it seems irritated, in that case put some more of that ointment from before on it and cover it gently. But this should do the trick." The doctor said handing Clary a small tube of what looked like lotion. "It's basically the same thing that I put on you burn a moment ago, you need to apply it every morning and every night until it is completely healed. You will also need to let it sink in and dry before you can have clothing against it."
"So I can start wearing skinny jeans again?" Clary looked at the middle aged man, knowing it was a silly question but she just couldn't help herself.
"Yes, you can wear skinny jeans again," the doctor laughed. "Have a nice day Ms. Morgenstern."
"Thank you." Clary said as she jumped off the bed she had been sitting on and followed the doctor out the door.
"Oh, and next time please more careful." The doctor smiled as he continued down the hall.
Clary nodded even though he couldn't see it and made her way back to her Challenger with a much needed doctor's note in hand. When she did get back to school she sat in her car for a moment before getting out. She knew the doctor had meant well when he had told her to take care, but she couldn't help but feel irritated at his words. Clary could be as careful as she wanted and it wouldn't matter if her dad was having a bad day. Shaking the thoughts away Clary sighed and got out of her car. Why dwell on something you couldn't change?
The rest of the week went fairly well. Clary was able to wear her much loved skinny jeans again, heck she was just glad to wear real pants period, and gym they had switched over to pickle ball (basically like playing tennis with a whiffle ball and big ping pong paddles), which –thankfully- was a much less violent game than soccer but just as fun and intense. Even Valentine had been in a really good mood, they had been joking around all week and he hadn't picked up a beer once that Clary could tell.
Clary pulled out her PB&J and sat down beside Magnus, who was already having an intense conversation with Alec. Magnus said something to Alec that she couldn't hear but she saw Alec's cheeks turn red and his eyes go wide, it was all she could do to not laugh at the poor boy who Magnus had taken an interest in.
"Come on, Mag, why don't you leave Alec alone for once and keep poor ignored me company." Clary said and Alec gave her a grateful look as he tried to regain his composure.
"Don't worry about him, he can take it." Magnus eyed her. "Besides why are you so chipper all of sudden. Actually, you've been uncharacteristically happy all week."
Clary gave him a disdainful look. "You make it seem like I'm usually done terrible grumpy dragon spewing flames or something."
"I'm not saying that you aren't usually in a good mood, I'm just saying you've been in an even better mood than usual and it's lasted all week. I haven't seen you this happy in a long time."
"He's right." Simon said, picking up the end of Magnus's response as he sat down across from them. "You have been in a good mood."
Clary sighed. "It's just been a good week, that's all. I mean, I get to wear jeans again, thank goodness, and my dad has been in an excellent mood all week. And that almost never happens."
Simon looked at Magnus before both boys looked back at Clary. "Well, that's good."
"I guess I did see your dad the other day at a gas station, he did seem like he was in a good mood. At least, a better mood than he's been in for a while that is." Magnus added.
"Who are you talking about today?" Jace sat down by his brother with Isabelle close behind, along with Maia. Jordan Kyle was still at home, apparently his case of mono was worse than the one Maia had gotten. Clary had almost been surprised had fast the two girls had gotten to like each other. Especially considering they were nothing alike.
"How's Jordan?" Clary asked Maia as she sat down beside Simon before anyone had a chance to answer Jace's question. For some reason that boy had impeccable timing when it came to walking in on a conversation.
"He's feeling a little better and should be able to come back to school next week." Maia answered.
"Finally." Simon said. He really did miss his video game buddy because even though Clary was good at video games she was no Jordan and she wasn't able to go to his house that often.
"Don't worry, Simon, I'm sure he's up to video games by now." Maia laughed, thinking the same thing as Clary. "You should stop by after school and see him. It might make him feel better."
Simon started to protest but was quickly interrupted by Isabelle.
"Clary, are you going to the party tomorrow night?"
Clary stared at Isabelle, along with the others. Fighting the sigh that was about to come out of her mouth she smiled at Isabelle instead. She had heard of the party that some of the seniors were planning to throw but she hadn't paid it much attention because she hadn't planned on going. Frustrated, she should have known that Isabelle would want to go and would want to take her as well.
"I hadn't planned on it." Clary finally answered.
"Isabelle, Clary isn't much for parties. Plus her dad is a cop." Magnus said quickly.
"So? Why should it matter if her dad is a cop?" Jace was looking intently at Magnus before he shifted his gaze to Isabelle and Clary.
Simon and Magnus gave each other a look. Sometimes Clary felt as if he friends really did know the reason as of to why she was always saying no to things, especially when they gave each other that look. But that was ridiculous because Clary had never told anyone, not even them, that she didn't dare do anything that might make her father mad because if she did she'd end up with yet another bruise. All that they knew, or at least thought they knew, was that her father had recently become stricter.
"It's just, Valentine is well… Valentine." Simon pushed in glasses back up his nose, making them even more crooked in the process.
"Plus he's just really strict." Magnus shrugged. Jace kept his gaze on Clary.
"But you could still ask, couldn't you? I mean, just tell him you want to go out with some friends." Clary gave Isabelle a doubtful look at what she had just suggested. She couldn't lie to her father.
"That won't work. Clary here is a terrible liar." Magus laughed.
If only he knew. It was true that when it came to her father and menial things she was indeed a terrible liar. The only thing she could ever get away with were her cover stories whenever a new bruise or wound showed up.
"It wouldn't really be lying. Just withhold some of the truth." Isabelle turned her attention back to Clary. "All you have say is you want to hang out with us, which is exactly what you'll be doing."
Clary sighed as she realized there was no winning this battle. "Fine. I'll ask. He's been in a really good mood all week anyways."
Isabelle brightened. "Great."
"So you father's name is Valentine." Jace said with a smirk. Clary just groaned.
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It was Friday night and Clary was sitting in Magnus's car with Simon as they drove to meet up with the Lightwoods, Maia was staying home with Jordan. Clary was still surprised that her father had actually said yes when she had asked if she could go out with her friends. Even more shocking was that he hadn't even thought about it or seemed irritated at her asking him such a thing. He had merely looked up at from his book and smiled and said yes before going back to his book.
Valentine hadn't even made it home yet before the others picked her up. Clary had left a note on the counter saying she had ordered pizza and that is was in the oven to keep warm. It had been the she could do when her friends decided they were going to meet up early before the party started at 8:00. It was 7:00 now and Clary had no idea what they were going to do for a full hour.
"And we are here!" Magnus exclaimed as he put his vehicle into park outside of a lot of old looking buildings.
"Magnus, where are we." Clary sighed as she noticed both of her friends getting out of the car and after a moment doing so as well.
"You'll see." Magnus called back as he started to walk towards the street. Clary looked at Simon, who just shrugged and looked away. They had walked about two blocks when Clary started to hear the bass of music. As they continued down the street the sound grew louder. Magnus suddenly turned and Clary saw where the sound of the music was coming from, along with the line of people waiting to get inside.
"Pandemonium?" Clary looked at her friend.
Magnus smiled. "Yep."
"But, Simon doesn't even like this place." Clary looked accusingly at her other friend. He didn't seem all that pleased, but he most definitely wasn't surprised.
"Calm down, Clary. Isabelle and I were talking and we thought it would be fun to kill some time here first and then go to the party later. Or just skip the party all together seeing as this place will most definitely be more fun."
Clary frowned at her friend. Yes, she had managed to sneak into Pandemonium once when she was a freshman with Magnus and she had loved it but she didn't like the feeling that was starting to spread throughout her stomach as she thought nervously about her father.
"Come on, Clary. You haven't had any fun since the funeral and that was nearly three years ago. It will be good for you. Plus you can make fun of Simon's sad attempts at dancing."
Clary couldn't not laugh at the idea of poor Simon trying to dance, she laughed even harder when she saw the look he was giving Magnus. "Fine. You're just lucky I dressed up for this, other words
I would make you take me home."
Clary was only partly kidding. The Pandemonium was a dance club for young adults and you wouldn't dare walk in there wearing jeans and a hoody unless you wanted to be stared at. Thankfully, Clary had decided to wear a black dress that hugged her skin and stopped about just above mid-thigh. She also had on her favorite pair of combat boots. The look was simple, but it still looked killer and went well with the club.
"You're just lucky I made sure Isabelle wasn't able to give you a make-over." Magnus said as they made their way into the club. Clary shivered at the idea.
Clary had thought the music was loud from outside, but it was nearly twice as loud inside. As she followed Magnus into the club she could feel the bass pulse in her bones. Finally the trio got to a corner of the club where there were several tables, once of which sat Alec and Isabelle. Magnus smiled mischievously as he slid in by Alec. Simon sat beside the sparkly, leather clad teen as Clary sat down beside Isabelle.
"Finally!" Isabelle exclaimed, thankfully it wasn't as loud here as it was out on the dance floor.
"Oh calm down, Izzy. You are lucky I got Clary in here to begin with." Magnus said with a smirk. "Besides, where is Mr. Sunshine?"
"Jace?" Alec said before Isabelle could retort. "I think he went to get drinks. He should be back anytime."
"And indeed he is." Jace said as he sat a tray down on the table and slid in beside Clary.
"How do you do that?" Simon asked. Clary was wondering the same thing.
"Do what?"
"Always magically pop up, especially after some the answer to a question or when it's about you."
Jace shrugged. "I'm just talented."
Simon just stared at Jace and turned his attention back to the others. Jace took the last two drinks off the tray and sat them down in front of himself and Clary. Clary eyed it suspiciously; she wasn't about to drink anything that had even a trace of alcohol in it.
"Don't worry, Red, it's a virgin cocktail. The club isn't serving anything with spirits in it tonight, sadly." Jace said with that stupid smirk still on his face.
"Whatever." Clary mumbled. She kept feeling even more on edge the longer she was in the club and she didn't really feel like dealing with Jace and his wonderful haughty self at the moment.
Jace gave her an almost puzzled look but just shrugged and turned his attention to the others who were laughing and seeming to be having a good time. Leave it to her to be the Debbie downer. Whatever. I didn't even really want to come tonight anyways.
Clary didn't know how long she sat there with the others as she pretended to listen to their conversation. So she was surprised when she felt someone's hand on her shoulder and she saw that the others were all gone, probably dancing somewhere, and that only she Simon where left- granted he was a few feet away talking to some dark headed girl. Suppressing a sigh Clary looked up to see a dark haired boy with equally dark eyes.
"Sebastian." Clary said as she looked up at the boy wondering what he was doing.
"Clary." He said in an equally serious tone as she just had. But then he smiled at her and Clary couldn't help but smile back. "It doesn't look like you are having much fun."
Clary continued to look at the boy standing in front of her. She knew him well enough; he was a year older than her and had at one point been her brother's best friend. Sebastian had practically lived in their house. But it had been years since she had talked to him, which made since under the circumstances.
"I'm just tired, but I'm here with friends so…" Clary left the sentence hanging, not knowing what to say.
Sebastian sat down across from her, still smiling. "How have you been? It has been a while since we've talked."
Apparently he didn't mind her inability to finish a sentence. "As fine as I can be I suppose. What about you? I haven't seen you around school much."
Sebastian did one of those half laughs that seemed almost forced and had no humor in it at all. "Just busy with school and athletics, keeps me busy." He shrugged.
Suddenly Clary couldn't help but feel sorry for her brother's old friend, and with sorrow came a longing that things were different and that he was still here. Then maybe her life wouldn't be so crazy and Sebastian's eyes wouldn't be missing the mischievousness that only Jonathan seemed to be able to bring out.
Sebastian placed his hand over her in a comforting gesture. "It's been hard on all of us." His voice was kind and understanding. Clary smiled at him, a genuine smile. Sure it was more of a smile of feeling at ease than it was one of happiness, but it was smile none the less. For a moment it looked like Sebastian was about to say something but the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted him.
Looking to her left, Clary saw Jace standing beside the table with his arms crossed and a strange expression on his face. Sebastian removed his hand from Clary's and leaned back against the wall. Clary hadn't even noticed that he had been leaning in towards her. Jace continued to just look at Sebastian with what almost seemed to be a glare. Sebastian almost looked amused as he looked at Jace and then turned his attention back to Clary.
"Guess that's my cue to leave. Good seeing you again, Clary." Sebastian got up and took a step. "Jace." He nodded and continued on his way.
Clary looked at Jace in confusion, not completely sure what had just happened. "What do you want?" She finally asked.
"Who was that?" Jace looked at her, ignoring her previous question.
"Sebastian. He's an old… friend."
Jace scowled for a moment but then focused on her again. "Oh. Well I just came over to ask if you wanted to dance."
Clary just stared at Jace. He wanted to dance with her. Why?
"I promise I don't bite." Jace offered her his hand. His eyes were lighter now. Clary looked at him for a moment more before giving of a sigh.
"Fine." Clary took his hand and nearly gasped. Shaking her head she let Jace pull her into the multitude of dancing bodies.
At first they didn't talk at all, they just danced. Then a slightly slower song came on and Clary felt Jace's hands settle on her hips. She took in a sharp breath that was even difficult for her to hear because of the volume of the music. Where Jace's hands touched her it felt like fire was licking at her skin. Not the kind that burns and harms the flesh, but the kind that warms you and makes you skin tingle. Clary didn't know why he body was reacting this way but she ignored it and looked up at Jace. She had to force herself to not roll her eyes as she saw the smirk on Jace's face, instead she gave what she hoped was a look of challenge and threw one of her arms around his neck. For a split second his eyes seemed to widen, but they were back to normal so fast that Clary wasn't completely sure she hadn't imagined it.
"Clary," Jace's voice was curious but it had a slight edge to it. "Why did Magus say 'this time' when he asked about you burn."
Clary could hardly hear him above the music and for a second she wasn't sure she had heard him right, but when he looked at her expectantly she just shrugged. "I'm kind of a klutz sometimes. They're use to me getting hurt."
Jace's eyes looked thoughtful as he seemed to ponder over her reply. "I've seen you in gym, you are anything but a klutz."
Clary barely suppressed the sigh that wanted to escape her lips, leave it to him of all people to notice the one flaw in her cover story. "It's more that I sometimes don't pay attention to what I'm doing than I'm klutzy. I don't know how many times I've run into the counter tops or a door at home or wasn't paying attention and tripped over something."
Jace continued to look at her with that thoughtful expression of his but eventually he shrugged his shoulders and dropped the subject. Relief instantly flooded through Clary at this. They danced to a couple more songs and even though Jace had stopped asking questions he still seemed to be thinking about something. Suddenly he looked at her and pulled her off to the side where the music wasn't nearly as loud and there weren't many people.
"Jace." Clary started but was immediately cut off by Jace's raised hand.
He continued to just look at her for a while and right when Clary was getting ready to walk away he spoke. "What did you mean when you said you dad was having a good week?"
"I just meant that work hadn't been much trouble." Clary responded quickly. Why was he asking her these questions? Why couldn't he just be like the rest of her friends and just take what she said and leave it at that?
"So he had bad weeks?"
"I suppose. Yes." Clary said, getting a little flustered.
"What are his bad weeks like?"
"He… They're… Why are you asking?"
Jace's eyes almost seemed to be searching hers as her expression hardened. She really wasn't liking the questions he kept asking.
"Curious. You just make it seem like he usually has a lot of bad days, whatever that means, and since I haven't known you as long as the others I'm just wasn't to know."
"Well it's none of your business." Clary yanked her arm away from Jace, who still had had been holding her from leading her away from the crowd.
"Why don't you ever talk about your mom? I've never even heard Simon or Magnus mention anyone but your dad and even then that's rare."
"Because they don't want to upset me." Clary said. Much like you are right now.
Jace didn't seem to notice how agitated this conversation was making Clary and kept on talking. "Why would talking about you family upset you? Did your mom leave or something? Do you have any siblings? Because you don't act like an only child."
Clary's lungs seemed to be fighting Clary to get oxygen and her heart was pounding hard in her chest. She could feel the tears starting to well up in her eyes at the mention of her mom and brother. Why was Jace so perceptive? Why couldn't her be like the other, like his siblings even, and just take her word for what it was. Suddenly rage started to ebb its way through Clary and she had to clench her hands into fists to try to hide their shaking.
"Would you just drop it?" Clary said carefully, trying not to let the anger she felt seep into her voice.
"Drop what? I'm just curious." Jace still didn't seem to notice how his questions had affected her.
"Because I don't see how my life is any of your business. You don't see me asking Isabelle or Alec why you look nothing like them. Heck, I haven't asked you why you look nothing like them. It's as if you were adopted or something!" Clary said furious now, not caring that she had meant to keep her anger in check.
Jace's eyes hardened at her a little. "Well big deal! You know, most people who don't want people to know something are just hiding something."
"Really? Maybe you should listen to you own words!"
"Why are you so touchy? All I did was ask a few questions! What's there to get upset about?" Jace's voice started to rise.
"Oh yeah because an arrogant jerk nosing into my business wouldn't make me mad, sorry to disappoint!"
"What is your problem?" Jace yelled this time, his eyes blazing in furry. "What did mommy leave or something? Daddy to strict to let his perfect little angel sin? Have a sibling that ran off or turned off bad so now you have no life? Guess what, not my problem! I was just asking! I couldn't care less!"
Clary's blood was cold as it ran through her veins. Without really thinking about it she reached up and slapped Jace. "Screw you." She spit out as she took in the satisfaction of the red mark she had left on his face and the surprise in his eyes. Clary then turned on her heel and walked away from him. Her heart was still trying to pound its way out of her chest as she made it to an exit that led to an alley. Slipping outside Clary started to walk away, not caring where she was going.
She had just turned the corner when she heard footsteps running behind her and someone call her name. Too mad to care she just kept walking.
"Where are you going, Clary?" A hand placed itself on her shoulder, stopping her in her place.
"What are you doing here?" Clary sighed as Magnus turned her around to face him.
"I was dancing with Alec when I saw you storm out." Magnus eyes were kind as they looked at her and what was left of her anger dissipated and Clary was left feeling tired and numb.
"I'm sorry, Mags." Guilt panged through Clary as she realized she had probably just ruined a really good moment for her friend.
"Please, Alec will still be there when I get back. What's wrong with you?" He smiled at her, but it didn't really help any.
"It's nothing, really, I just needed to get out of there."
"And storming out and walking away on your own in the dark was the best way to do that." Magnus looked at her with amusement.
Clary shrugged.
"Come on, darling, let's get back inside. You can dance with me and Alec." Magnus winked at her as her through an arm around her shoulder and steered her back to the club.
Clary looked at her friend in alarm. Dancing with Magnus and Alec didn't seem like that good of an idea; just watching them dance didn't seem like a good idea. Clary knew Magnus and she knew how flamboyant and forward her friend could be, especially when he like someone. Magnus looked at her burst into laughter.
"Don't worry, Clary, I'll tone it down for you. Unless you want to find Simon and go sit in the corner being rejects together." Magnus said still laughing.
Clary smirked a little. "I think I'd rather be a reject, but I will do one dance with you. That is, if Alec doesn't mind."
"Trust me, he won't mind in the least." Magnus smiled at her as he opened the door to the club.
"Magnus," Clary said before the entered the club. "Thank you."
Magnus gave her a soft smile and squeezed her shoulder a little. "No problem, Clary. It's what friends do." Clary smiled back.
"Now, let's go have some fun." Magnus said, his eyes dancing mischievously. Clary suppressed the groan that formed in her throat and followed her sparkly friend.
One dance with Magnus had turned into at least three or four and then Clary had finally excused herself and found Simon already sitting down at the table when she made her way back to it. They spent the rest of the night talking and watching the others have fun until finally the left. Exhausted, Clary fell asleep in Magnus's car as they drove to the Lightwood's house. Valentine had told Clary to be back by 3:00 and it was only 1:00, so she didn't see what it would hurt to spend at least an hour at her friends' house.
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Clary rolled over and groaned. Slowly, she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. She was on a white leather couch in a large living room, the walls were a tan color, and there was a large plasma tv on the far wall. Clary saw the dark hair of Magnus on the floor beside what looked like Alec. On another couch was Isabelle and in a chair beside that was Jace. Clary heard a groan and looked down to see Simon sleeping on the ground beside her couch. Still bleary eyed Clary saw sunlight making its way through a window and let her gaze settled on a clock.
Panic shot through her and she sat strait up and rubbed her eyes and looked at the lock again and then looked at the window at the morning sun. Nine past seven. It was seven in the morning and she wasn't home. Looking around frantically she got up and found her phone and managed to make her way to the other side of the room without stepping on or tripping over one of the boys on the floor. Clary checked her phone and groaned a little, she had 20 texts, 15 missed calls, and 5 new voice mails. The panic went up an octave and Clary found her shoes and put them back on. Thinking hard Clary tried to remember how they had gotten to the Lightwoods house. She remembered driving past the high school, but it had been dark and Clary hadn't really been paying that much attention.
Clary's eyes turned to Magnus and a little bit of guilt made its way through the panic, but it didn't last long as she looked at the clock again.
"Magnus," Clary shook her friends shoulder trying to wake him up. "Magnus." She said again, her voice a little louder than the whisper she had used before. Clary shook her friend harder when he didn't wake up. Finally, Magnus groaned and turned over. Clary looked at the clock again. "Magnus, wake up right now." She said.
"Five more minutes." Magnus groaned as he tried to swat her away.
Heart pounding, Clary ran to the kitchen got a glass of cold water and ran back to the living room. "Magnus." Clary tried to shake her friend awake again. Nothing. "Fine." She said as she dumped the glass of water on Magnus's face.
"What the-" Magnus said as he bolted up into a sitting position. "What was that for?" He looked at her angrily.
"Magnus, you have to take me home." Clary said, when her friend made a move to lay back down she added, "It's seven in the morning, Magnus. Seven!"
Magnus turned back to her and looked like he was about to say something when finally her words sunk in and his eyes went wide. Magnus cursed and jumped up as he looked at the clock.
"Come on." He said as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door, not bothering to put his shoes or shirt back on.
When they got to her house thanked Magnus and jumped out of the car and ran to the door. She unlocked it with the spare key that was behind the porch light and went inside and closed the door quietly behind her. Everything was deadly quiet in the house as she took a tentative step towards the stairs. He father usually didn't get up until after ten on Saturday, so he should still be in bed. Clary had barely taken her second step when a booming voice came from the living room.
"Where do you think you've been?"
Clary snapped her head to look at her father. His face was red in anger and his eyes were hard. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew she shouldn't have gone.
So, this is the longest chapter I've ever written so I hope you like it. I'm afraid things will start to slow down after today because of school and sports, but I will try my hardest to update on the weekends if I have time. Oh, and because I noticed that I've been forgetting this:
I DO NOT own any of these characters or the Mortal Instruments, Cassandra Clare does.
Also, the idea of the title came from the song Hold On by Good Charlotte because I heard the song and I thought it fit with this story perfectly. So, I also do not own the song Hold On, Good Charlotte does. That goes for all of my past chapters and future chapters of this story.
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