Just Roommates.

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Chapter two: Luck

Chapter songs

Breezeblocks ~ alt-J

Silver Soul ~ Beach House

Don't Wanna Fight ~ Alabama Shakes

It's Time ~ Imagine Dragons

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I grabbed Jon's toothbrush from the medicine cabinet, because I forgot mine in my luggage and I was too lazy to put my clothes back on because I was about to hop into the shower.

If I were to walk into the hallway and either boys to spot me, it would be horrifying, but more so Jace of the two boys, knowing he would make some innuendo remark.

I squeezed toothpaste on the tooth brush and jumped into the hot shower.

I changed into a fresh pair of clothes once I was finished with my shower and walked out to the kitchen where I could smell the most pleasant sent of coffee and a full course breakfast.

Jon and Jace both stood at the stove, Jace manning the pancakes, and Jon handling the eggs and bacon.

Jace suddenly turned around as I took a seat at the island.

"You're finally out" Jace said exasperatedly as he flipped the last pancake on to the plate with all the others, and swiftly walked to the bathroom.

"Hey, I used you're toothbrush if you're wondering why it's we-" I got swiftly cut off by Jace's voice, traveling from the bathroom.

"Why is my toothbrush wet!?" He questioned as I felt bile coat the back of my throat.

"Not my toothbrush" Was all Jonathan said, though I could see a grin seep upon his lips, as I was trying to hold back vomit.

Being in the presence of Jace Herondale was a nightmare, let alone living with him.

Jace and my brother had been the best of friends while growing up, since birth, well not really, but practically since they met in kindergarten. Making Jace my second brother, due to all the times he spent with my family. Though whenever he came over so did Isabell and Alec Lightwood, at least most of the time, and at the time Isabel and I had been closer than twins in a womb.

Jace lived with the Lightwoods, due to his parents frequently out on business trips. Jace, whenever in the same room as me, loved to get under my skin and annoy me every way humanly possible, and most times he succeeded.

Jace was beyond conceited, brought a new meaning to sarcastic, and a bit preserved when it came to his feelings, including what he thought about living with the Lightwoods instead of his own family.

Jace had resembled the opposite of the Lightwoods, where the Lightwoods' were dark haired and pail skinned, Jace was golden and tanned, making it all the more questionable when Jace had told people he had been living with the Lightwood family, though he told very few people.

Now Jace was very… attractive, in less words. There is no doubt in the world he knew about his looks, with the cocky stride of his walk, holding his head high, sending winks to any girl with a heartbeat, and that stupid smirk of his that he just had to carry with himself everywhere.

"And why is it so warm?" Jace continued, dragging me out of my thoughts.

I dodged for my suitcase, rummaging hastily through the contents, until I found my toothbrush. I went to the bathroom where Jace was standing with the toothbrush I had just used, with that thought, I brushed my teeth for a good ten minutes as Jace looked to the toothbrush then to me, finding the situation amusing. Jace stuck the toothbrush back into his mouth and continued to brush his teeth without delay.

Gross.

I went back into the kitchen where Jonathan had plated two pancakes on each of the three plates, along with eggs and bacon.

I took the seat in the middle, which looked like it had the fluffier stack of pancakes.

"Do you mind putting on a shirt and maybe some pants while we eat?" I asked Jon as he poured coffee into three mugs.

"What's wrong Clary? Can't handle all of this?" Jon motion to his pale body.

"No, I would just rather not look at your penguin boxers while I try not to vomit" I said as Jace walked into the kitchen.

"Is it illegal to wear pants around here?" I motioned to Jace just in his boxers, but at least he had a shirt on.

"As a matter of fact it is. Take off those pants of yours and join the club, short-stuff" Jace winked at me as Jon threw a burnt pancake at him.

"My sister!" Jon reminded as I scoffed at Jace.

Jace was laughing as he took the seat to the left of me and Jon on the right.

"So when does your fancy little art school start?" Jon asked with a mouthful of pancakes in his mouth.

"Ew, eat with your mouth closed!" I started cutting into my pancakes, "And it doesn't start 'till Monday, which reminds me, can I borrow your car?" I asked.

"Jace and I have soccer practice Monday, so no can do" Jon said.

"Why don't you guys just use Jace's car?" I asked.

"My car's bigger" Jon took a bite of his eggs.

"Are you sure? I mean come on, you owe me. I slept on that couch for like three days, which it's neither plush or comfortable, when you said you would move me into my room the next day" I tried, "Plus Jace has a car-"

"I'll have to owe you another day Clare, this is the first day of practice, it's crucial we be there with all our gear and on time. If we take Jace's car he'll be to frantic about making sure nothing scratches his car" Jon interrupted.

Once Jon confirmed Jace had the possession of a car I turned to Jace with an overly sweet smile, and pleading eyes.

"No way" Jace shook his head, "There is nothing I love more than that car"

"Sounds like you have a problem" Jon piped in.

"Come on" I was really hoping he would say yes quickly because the idea of begging to Jace was mortifying.

"Then why don't you guys take your car and I'll take Jon's?" I asked Jace.

"Because our cleats would scratch up the floor" Jace said as he was biting into the bacon.

"Jace please, just this once?" I looked up to him.

"Hmm, no" Jace shook his head as he smirked.

"What is it going to take?"

"Get on your knees and beg, but it's going to have to be heart felt" Jace didn't sound definite that he'd lend me his car even if I completed the task.

"I'd rather walk" I scowled.

Looks like I'll have to warm up to Jace over the next few days.

Jace shrugged his shoulders.

"Can I borrow your car today? My boxes finally came in this morning, and they're ready to pick up" I asked Jon.

"Sure, we'll finish up your room while we're gone, won't we Jace?" Jon raised an eyebrow at Jace.

"Actually I have this thi-" Jace started.

"No you don't, come on let's get started. My keys are on the side table next to the door in the dish. If you come back with a scratch on my baby, I will hurt you" Jon threatened as he put his: dishes in the sink. It didn't look like Jace was the only one who had a problem with being overly affectionate with their car.

I put my plate in the sink as I skipped to the door and turned one last time to see Jace smirking at me and I rolled my eyes.

"What?" I demanded of Jace.

"You're going to go out like that?" Jace asked me as I looked down to see my pajamas that I had grabbed in a rush this morning.

"Ugh!" I went to my suitcase as Jace laughed.

I went into the bathroom and quickly changed into something more appropriate.

I was out the front door with Jon's keys in my hand, running down the three flights of stairs.

Once I got to the post office, I was glad Jonathan had purchased a bigger car, because there was no way I was going to fit all those boxes in another car if not this size.

When I was loading the boxes into the car I had help from one of the employees, which I was thankful for because I could not have carried them all in the car with out breaking something.

I went to the local home store and picked up a few extra things I thought I would need, like pillow covers and what not. When I was loading groceries into the car, I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket.

Simon's picture was blaring on the screen as I pressed the answer button.

"Clary!" Simon shouted from the other side of the phone, when I was sure I was about to drop a bag from his demanding tone.

"Gosh Simon! What could you be so hyped up about?"

"You haven't called me in three days! You promised you would call me once you landed!" Simon continued in a shout.

"Sorry Simon, it's been crazy! And you'll never believe who's living with my brother"

"You?" Simon asked confused.

"No-"

"Oh! Spiderman! Come on, let it be Spider-Man!" Simon chittered excitedly.

"No, I have not seen Spider-Man, one because I haven't been out of the house much, two because he doesn't exist!" I answered Simon's next question as I put him on speaker to drive back home.

"Whatever" Simon said dolefully, "Anyway, who's your brother's roommate?"

"Jace flipping Herondale" I said with a annoyed scowl.

I heard a solid three minutes of laughter before Simon had recovered from his hysterics.

"Just your luck" Simon was still struggling to hold back his laughter.

"No kidding, but whatever, I'm only here for three months, and maybe he's gotten more bearable?" I tried.

"Haha, Jace Herondale, bearable!? He drives the day lights out of you!" Simon laughed.

"Ugh, maybe I should live with Izzy" I muttered half to myself.

Simon piped up as he heard Izzy's name, man could that kid hold a crush. He had the biggest thing for her during middle school.

"How is she? Have you seen her?" Simon tried to sound nonchalant, but you could hear the eagerness in his tone.

"No I haven't gotten the chance to visit her, but Jon says she's not too far" I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me.

I should probably call Izzy once I get the chance.

Simon was yapping on about how the wrong person won the fight in his new comic book as I turned into the parking structure and took a spot.

While cradling the phone against my shoulder, listening to Simon's voice carry on, I went to grab as many bags from the trunk that I could. I would most definitely need help.

"What's the name of it?" I said as I carried the bulky bags up the narrow staircase.

Simon said some foreign title that I couldn't pronounce- and I'm not so sure he could either. I turned the key in the knob of the apartment door.

"As much as I love talking to you, I'm going to have to call you back later. Okay? Bye, love you" I said as I walked through the door as Jon and Jace were still clambering with things from "my room", through the living room.

"Is that mom?" Jon asked excited for a distraction from cleaning.

"Hey-" Jace exclaimed as Jon ran to my phone, "Well can I talk to her too?" Jace also desperate for a break.

"Jon it's not-" I started but it was too late, Jon snatched the phone from where I was cradling it between my shoulder and my ear.

"Hey mom! What's up? How are you? I miss you" I tried to hold in my laughter as Jon had been so endearing to Simon.

I heard a murmur from the other side of the phone, something I couldn't make out.

"Simon!?" Jon asked, surely surprised.

Jace had let out a slight bark of laughter, as Jon was forced to have a civil conversation with Simon.

"Yep, things are dandy" Jon shook his head with the phone, "No I have not seen Spider-Man" Jon rolled his eyes.

"Alright then, have a fabulous day" Jon replied sarcastically. "Bye, then"

Jon clicked the phone off as he glared at me.

"And that is why we don't" I paused as I walked over to him, "snatch phones from other people's hands" I smirked as I snatched the phone from his hand.

I placed the bags where I've been keeping all my belongings, because my room had not been cleared.

"Come on, I need help unloading the car" I walked towards the open door.

I looked back towards Jon, as he looked down towards his legs. "I don't have pants on" he shrugged his shoulders as if there was nothing to do about it.

"Well that certainly didn't bother you this morning, did it?" I asked with a smirk on my lips.

"I'm going to put on pants, I'll be down in a second" Jon replied with a scoff as I smiled.

I ran down the stairs to the open trunk of the mid-sized car.

I struggled to move a box out of the way to reach a smaller box that I could actually pick up.

As I was moving boxes around, one of the bigger ones started to fall towards my direction.

I tried to push against the box, but whatever was in it was shockingly heavy. The box started to droop further and further as I was loosing my footing.

Suddenly all the weight vanished and I could stand normally.

"Having trouble, short-stuff?" Jace smirked as he picked up the box with ease and set it on the floor.

"I didn't need your help" I scowled.

"Really? Because I think, within two seconds you would've been a Clary sandwich" Jace rose an eyebrow.

"Well I don't care what you think" I crossed my arms, "Where's Jon?"

"Still stubborn as ever, if I remember correctly" Jace observed, ignoring m question.

"Still annoying, more so than I ever recall in the past, how could that be?" I questioned. I'll just warm up to him another day, there's like two of them left.

"Simple, I haven't had my fill on annoying you in quite sometime. I've tried to annoy other people but I never got the same response that I get from you." Jace smirked.

"I do not-!" I started angrily, but then realized my mistake, "I don't know what you're talking about" I said calmly.

Jace laughed, "Are we going to make small talk or are we going to climb up these stairs with heavy boxes, like its no ones business?"

"That's two things I really don't like, exercise and talking to you, it's really hard comparing the two" I shrugged as I delayed the process of picking up the dense boxes.

"Come on Red, no time to lose" Jace started up the stairs as I found the smallest box there was, pestering at Jace's nickname for me.

As I walked up the stairs for the seventh time, cradling all the boxes I could, to make a shorter trip I could feel my legs burning.

I placed the boxes in the pile we had going and hurried down the stairs, where Jon and Jace were sorting out piles of boxes.

"You know, I think I can actually feel the muscle building in my thighs right now" I said as I walked into the garage.

"Is that so? Chicken legs?" Jace asked as he worked on bringing out a new box.

"I don't have chicken legs" I frowned as I eyed my legs curiously.

"Whatever, here's the next box" Jace turned to me as Jon inspected his car intensely.

"It seems as if the car is dis-colored, did you happen to only park in a half shady spot?" Jon rose an eyebrow.

"I don't remember Jon!" I said as I took the box from Jace.

"Why aren't you guys bringing boxes up?" I asked.

"Your stuff, your problem. We're nice enough to sort the boxes like we have" Jace motioned towards the boxes stacked from biggest to smallest.

"Oh you're right Jace, what would I ever do without you!?" My eyes widen with sarcasm.

"I know, I don't even know how you've survived the last five years without me, but it's all right, I'm all yours now" Jace winked at his claim as I put my hand to my heart and gasped, like I was touched by his endearment, but quickly showed him otherwise as I rolled my eyes and sauntered off the other way.

I ran up the stairs once more and decided to take a break while plopping down on the couch.

It barely felt like a minute as my ringtone started shrilling from my back pocket.

I took it out and mentally slapped myself, because I knew there was something I forgot to do.

I hesitantly pressed the answer button, waiting for the worst.

"CLARISSA ADELE MORGENSTERN!" I held the phone away from my ear as Izzy shrieked from the other side. "You're in New York and you failed to call me or even text me!? Only for me to find out from my brother" Izzy exclaimed.

Jace had lived with the Lightwoods for so long, he had become their family, though I think Jace was a bit distanced towards the Lightwoods, at least whenever I've been near the two.

"Jace told you?" I got off the couch to get a bottled water from the kitchen.

"Yep, he was shocked that you grew over three inches over the five years we were gone, but he says you're still short" Izzy explained.

"Of course it is" I rolled my eyes, "So what's up?" I said as I took a seat on the kitchen counter.

"What's up is that you're hanging out with me tomorrow" Izzy said without question.

"I can't I have to-"

"What's the delay?" Jace walked through the door with one of the bigger boxes.

I put a finger to my lips signaling him to be quiet.

"Who's that? Is it rat face?" Jace set the box down as he walked over to me.

I was struggling to hear Izzy on the other end as Jace was blabbering just so I couldn't hear.

"Jace, I'm not kidding, shut up" I looked him in the eye as he continued to talk.

"Did you just tell me to shut up!?" Izzy said irritated on the other side.

"No just-"

Jace started singing in my other ear.

I gripped my hand around his mouth muffling his sound.

"No just your idiot brother being a nuisance" I looked Jace in the eyes and I saw something glint in his face as I said brother but it happened so quickly, I thought I imagined it.

"Jace?" Izzy questioned.

"No Alec" I said sarcastically right as I felt something warm and wet against the palm of my hand.

"Eww!" I pulled my wet hand away from where Jace had just licked it. I clicked off my phone as I jumped off the counter following Jace.

"You are dead Herondale, dead" I sent the deadliest look in his direction as he was fighting off a smile.

"Come here" I motioned with my fingers.

"I think I'm good" Jace nodded.

I grabbed at him as he swiftly moved away, and that's how I started chasing him around the apartment.

"Jace!" I shouted as he put the couch between us.

I picked up two pillows from the couch and started attacking Jace's sides.

Jace was trying to block each attack as he almost lost his footing to the harsh knock against the open door.

Jace quickly gained composure as I saw a dark figure in the doorway. Jace went to stand in front of me as if he were guarding me from whoever was on the other side of the door.

I quickly peaked over Jace's shoulder, because even standing on the couch Jace still had a good few inches on me. In the doorway stood a wide eyed, crazily dressed older woman.

"The ceiling's makin' noise again" she said looking directly into Jace's eyes, her voice held a slight deranged tone.

"Sorry Dorthea, it won't happen again" Jace promised.

"Mhmm, that's what you've been saying Mr. Herondale" Dorthea eyed up Jace and what she could make of me behind Jace's figure as I tried to push around him but he held me back.

"Have a great afternoon, save a tea for me sometime, won't you?" Jace tried to hurry Dorthea out the door.

She waddled out of the door, making a grunting sound to Jace's suggestion.

Jace closed our door shortly after that.

"That was our lunatic downstairs neighbor, Dorthea" Jace announced turning to face me.

"So I gathered" I rolled my eyes, "What's wrong with her?" I asked more seriously.

Jace just shrugged his shoulders, "Left all alone in the flat below a stunningly attractive young man can do it to you, knowing he's too young for you, though it doesn't stop her. Did you see the way she was looking at me?" Jace asked with fake astonishment.

"Like 'I could kill you look for be so annoying', it seems we have something in common" I smirked.

"Yeah, you're both mad!" Jace exclaimed.

"Yo, what's the hold up? We still got like ten more boxes" Jon opened the front door.

"Dorthea" Jace answered.

"Oh" Jon replied as if that was all the answer he needed, "Well those boxes aren't going to get themselves"

For the next hour we were clearing out my room so I actually had a room to call my room.

Finally the room that I was supposed to stay in, was nothing but my boxes and a blank bed.

It was my blank canvas to paint.

That I now had to set up by myself…

"Jon! Will you come here for a second?"

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I'm glad you guys like the story so far.

No, Jace and Clary have never had a relationship beyond friends, and they're more like frenemies. They're "friends" because of Jon.

Booty booty butt.

Sorry, okay.

Kisses.