Disclaimer:I do not own any of these characters. All rights belong to Cassandra Clare.
Come vacation time, we were all so stoked. Our parents had flown out there but we all wanted to drive. Clary still wasn't ready to face her fears and we were not going to make her.
All of us, besides max who had flown down with mom and dad, loaded up Jon's Chevy equinox and started the drive to South Carolina. A couple summers ago we had made this drive and it was not nearly as fun as the one this time.
We spent hours switching off drivers and playing games in the back. There was never silence. Whether we were talking, laughing or playing games. And after ten hours of straight driving, we finally arrived.
Mom and dad had already pretty much set everything up and Max was playing in the ocean. Our house literally opened up into the ocean. Like the ocean was right there. There was no mile of white sand in between. It was only a like twenty feet away, waiting to be swam in. So we raced to our bedrooms, suitcases in hand, and threw on our swimsuits.
The water was so warm and the sand so soft. And we had so much fun. We laid out in the sun and played games in the ocean. Almost nobody else was around and we were having a blast.
Dinner was amazing. Not wanting to cook the first day we went to this amazing place on the ocean. Literally. On stilts. And the food was to die for. We left stuffed and happy. And we didn't want our first day to end.
By the time we arrived at the beach house, it was dark. So like any normal group of friends, we decided to go night swimming. Clary and I changed back into our swimsuits before joining the boys at the ocean.
We sat on towels and talked until Jon and Jace scooped us up and threw us into the ocean. She was laughing as she swam away from Jon who was chasing her. She sought comfort in Jace who protected her away from Jon, by starting a fight with him.
Walking back to the house we were all so tired. Tired but happy. Falling asleep and knowing you get to wake up in paradise, what could be better?
The days following only continued to get better. Long days on the beach and long nights spending time together. And we were sad when the final day was approaching.
On our last night we had a bonfire. A big one. The fire, not the amount people. And we enjoyed our time together.
Jace and Clary had disappeared after an hour to go sit by the shore. They sat down, Clary in between his legs, and watched as the water lapped on the shore in the moonlight.
I felt like I was looking at a magazine cover or was watching a romantic movie. They weren't talking. Just smiling and watching the beautiful scene in silence. He was tracing her burns with his fingers and nuzzling his nose into her neck.
We were going to interrupt them, but after looking at them, I made sure they didn't. And when they finally came in that night, after another hour, they looked at peace.
I wanted to be loved like Clary was. I wanted to love like her too. Like nothing anybody could do would ever get in the way. To love because no matter how much it could hurt in the end, it felt to good for them to stop. The idea that they didn't even know the other existed less than a year ago was completely foreign. To me, they were always meant to be together and no power on Earth could ever change that.
Going home was sad. But the car ride was fun and we knew we had something to look forward to that was only a couple weeks away. During the couple of weeks before our trip to Florida we filled with so much fun. Concerts, practice, pool time, cedar point, movies, lots and lots of ice cream.
We were all have the summer of our dreams. The summers you see in the movies and hope you have. And the idea that they were leaving in a couple of months was pushed way out of sight. Out of sight out of mind.
Clary and I had gone to a concert last night. We had decided to spend the whole day together which meant that Jace was probably really exited to see her today. The only problem, she was sick. She had gotten the flu again. And with no all-star game, Jace was determined to take care of her.
He got sick the first day. He honestly couldn't resist kissing her. So now they were both sick. Lying on the couch with tissues everywhere, marathoning the show Psych on Netflix. (Best show ever) and cuddling together.
He couldn't stop coughing or blowing his nose, but I know he preferred this to not seeing her, like last time.
Both of our mom's were mad at them. Though they also found it cute, so the lecture was a little soft. And they spent a week on that couch. Stuffing their faces with whatever would stay down and watching Netflix till their eyes bled. When they were finally better, we had a week before our trip.
Somehow it seemed different than our last one. Like a final hazza before they left for college. And it was even more highly anticipated than the last.
To hold ourselves over we watched so many movies and swam in the pool till we wrinkled. By this time we were all so dark we didn't even need sunscreen. Well, except for Clary who managed to look even paler than before summer started.
But, summer still looked good on her. Her freckles became darker and her hair lighter. She was always in a bathing suit, showing off her thin physique. And I knew Jace was really proud to be her boyfriend.
Whenever we went places they were always touching. And not the touching that made you uncomfortable. It wasn't like they had to prove to people that they were taken, it was like they needed their rock. So his arm winded it self around her or her hand slipped into his all the time.
When other boy's looked at Clary it only made Jace prouder. Proud that he had landed the best person on the planet. And jealous. And a jealous Jace was never a good one.
Sebastian Verlac had been his somewhat of an enemy in high school and worked as a pizza delivery person. He had deliver our pizza one time and Clary had opened the door. He had flirted with her, offering her a discount and was really holding her up at the door. When she didn't return right away, Jace walked to the door.
The following events weren't pretty. See Jace was really good at hiding his emotions, accept for when Clary was involved. And Sebastian loved being able to piss him off, since nothing had ever worked in the past ten years.
So he flirted with Clary in front of Jace. And she looked extremely uncomfortable, all she wanted was her pizza. So Jace came to her rescue.
He asked Sebastian how much. And Sebastian instantly fired him up. 20 dollars and a kiss. Clary wasn't shy or scared, she just rolled her eyes, grabbed 20 bucks and a Hershey kiss from beside the door. Jace took the pizza and Clary handed him the money and kiss. And Sebastian was peeved.
They closed the door in his face and walked back to the kitchen. Now Jace didn't look to happy. It wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been, as we found out later, but it still ticked him off to see someone hit on his girlfriend.
Clary looked both irritated and flattered. Irritated because she could handle herself and flattered because it felt good to have someone care for you. So she just got her pizza and walked back to the living room. Jace joined her and we decided to give them some space.
We walked in five minutes later and they were already laughing together about something. I doubt their so called fight even lasted 30 seconds.
We found out later that Sebastian had made a bet with some guy's from school that he could get Clary to kiss him. And when Jace found out he beat the crap out of him. And this time Clary wasn't their to stop him.
When Alec had told him he went ballistic. He grabbed his car keys and left. We didn't know where he was going but we figured it out when he came back with a black eye and some bruised knuckles. And Clary was pissed.
He could lose his scholarship for fighting. And there would go his dream. Everything he ever worked for would be gone. And that made him mad. She didn't get it, she was his dream now. Football had taken a back seat to her the moment he laid eyes on her.
This fight lasted a little more than five minutes. It lasted right up to when we left. Both were angry at each other and refused to see each others side. But they made up, because as stubborn as they both were, they were miserable without each other.