AHHHH! I had already been spoiled, of course, there was no way for it to have been out for two days and me not be spoiled a couple billion times, but I just MAJORLY spoiled myself with that book, and I'm so mad I could punch myself. Okay, breathe, not doing that again.

Yeah, if you haven't noticed, I DON'T HAVE THE BOOK YET!!!!!!!!!! AND SO I'M REALLY, REALLY PISSED ABOUT THAT!!!!!!!!!! AND I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL SATURDAY TO GET IT!!!!!!!!! It's soo not fair.

Anywho, here's the next chapter. I'm kind of feeling bleh about this story, like I'm just writing it and not putting too much into it or something, but I'll finish it anyway. Hope it's not too bad.

Oh, some credit for this story goes to deatheater wannabe, I got one of the ideas from one of her stories.

ya: Thank you. Yes, April Fools' Day is on a Wednesday this year. Which is kind of nice, because I normally don't like Wednesdays, but maybe that one won't be too bad. =D

rae: Thanks! I wasn't too sure how much I like my writing on this one, but you're giving me insperation to keep up with it! And about your review to Fifty Reasons, thanks for that, too! I know, it was corny. =) But corny's (thankfully) not always bad. Though sometimes it's terrible. And as to why Jace has to be a fictional character, I have absolutely no clue. It's really not fair.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments. Or City of Glass. Because I thought I was going to get it today, but I got left at home to babysit again while my mom took some of my siblings shopping. I'm going out on Saturday. Which is TWO WHOLE DAYS AWAY!!!!!!!!!!! *cries*

The first thing Jace noticed was his bed. It was covered in a blanket with pink dots and white cats on it, and was emblazoned with the words Hello Kitty!

"Church would be insulted, better not let him see this," Alec muttered, as Jace gaped at his mutilated bedroom.

The bed was not the only thing that had changed either. On his side table was a pink lamp with the same white cat and ruffles on the shade, and spread on his floor was a fluffy pink rug.

"What- why-" he sputtered. "Isabelle!"

Alec started laughing. "Wow. And no, she did not do that to me last year. Don't blame it all on Isabelle, though. My sister's not always the only one who's guilty."

Jace winced inwardly at the word 'sister', but turned to Alec anyway. "You think Clary did this?"

Alec glanced back at him. "Well, I think she definitely helped. I don't know why exactly, but those cats look a lot more like Clary then Isabelle. Now, I'm going to go protect my room from defilement, have fun here. See you in a bit." With that he turned and left.

Jace looked back at his room. Sighing, he walked in and closed the door. He stripped his bed and piled everything in a corner of his room. Then he emptied out his drawers and replaced the abominations with his own clothes. Finally, after going into the bathroom and brushing his teeth without anything else happening to him, he went to eat breakfast.

In the kitchen he found Isabelle, Clary, and Max gathered together eating. Clary looked up at him when he entered, and then quickly looked back down. Isabelle, on the other hand, smiled sweetly at him.

"Why, good morning, Jace. Did you sleep well?"

"You would know," he answered her, while heading towards the refrigerator. "Where you the one who couldn't resist coming in to my room last night? Or rather, this morning?"

"Now, why would I have done that?" she asked as Jace returned to the table. He pulled out his chair, and was halfway seated when he suddenly stood back up and checked his chair before he sat in it. He looked up to find the other occupants of the table looking at him with innocent expressions. He was pretty sure Max's was the only genuine one.

"Clary, when you insist upon using my chair, you really must do your best to eat neatly. You seem to have gotten syrup on it, and I almost sat down on it."

"Oh, wow, I'm so sorry, if I ever decide to use your chair I'll remember that."

"Thank you, please do," Jace said, wiping his chair with a wet rag. He inspected it again before sitting down and taking a bite of his pizza.

Max reached across the table and touched Jace's pizza. Jace stopped chewing and frowned at him suspiciously.

"Don't you want to heat it up, Jace? I don't think it tastes good cold."

"Oh, no, Jace is going traditional," Isabelle explained to him. "Cold pizza for breakfast, it's very appetizing."

Jace ignored her. "Were your hands clean?" he asked Max.

Max, shocked, quickly looked down at his hands.

"Good, nice to know," Jace said. "Just making sure."

"Oh, okay," Max said. "Oh, and Jace?"

"Yeah?"

"Clary didn't spill syrup on your chair. It was Izzy, and it was honey."

Jace raised his eyebrows at Clary, and grinned. "You've been cleared by a reliable source, please accept my sincere apologies. Thanks, Max." He looked at Isabelle, who was glaring at Max. Max, in his turn, was looking uncomfortable and sending help-me glances at Clary, who was trying not to look at Jace.

At that moment Alec walked in. "Are you almost done?" he asked Jace, coming to stand behind his chair. "You said you wanted to go practice for a while."

"Right." Jace got up and dumped his plate into the sink. "I'm coming." On his way out he grabbed a handful of oreo's from a package on the counter.

"So," Jace asked, once they had gotten out of hearing range from the kitchen. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?" He handed Alec a cookie, and threw one in his own mouth.

"Well, other than finding soap on my toothbrush and getting caught by the oldest trick in the book while I was eating breakfast, no. Not much interesting. I did get sprayed by the kitchen sink, I forgot to check the-" he stopped speaking when Jace paused in his walking and began pulling something out of his mouth.

"-uh, nozzle thing before I turned it on. What is that?"

Jace turned and headed towards the bathroom, where he finished pulling cotton out of his mouth. Alec pulled his own oreo apart and looked calmly at the mixture of cotton balls and glue that had replaced the cream in the middle.

"You know," he remarked, "water moccasins, also known as cotton mouths, wear black, too."

"Thanks Alec," Jace said, as he scraped the cotton from the rest of his cookies and ate the chocolate part. "That's good to know. I wonder if I'm venomous."

"No, you've got to be a vampire for that."

"Oh, right."

They resumed their walk to the weapon room, bantering lightly on the way. Once they reached it they entered to claim their weapons.

At first Alec wasn't quite sure what he was seeing. Then he realized that he was indeed staring at his weapons. And they were sparkling in the morning sunlight coming through the windows. They looked like Magnus.

"Whoa, Alec, calm down," Jace said. "It's just glitter, I doubt it's going to permanently harm anything."

"I can't believe he would do something like this to me," Alec growled.

"What? Who?"

"Magnus."

"You think Magnus did this?"

"It looks like Magnus did this."

"Well, first of all, Magnus isn't allowed in the Institute without our permission, and second of all, I don't think the girls would have had any trouble with finding glitter and pouring it all over the place. And remember, they already had the glue out for the cotton-ball-cookies."

"Right." Alec took a deep breath. "Magnus has better things to spend his time on then playing jokes on April Fools' Day."

"Yeah, he's probably busy planning a party for tonight. That's probably where Izzy and Clary are going."

Alec looked slightly cheered by that idea. Once that problem was over, they both went and picked up their weapons, and got to work on cleaning them off.

Please review to cheer me up just a little bit. Don't spoil me too much on the book. If you want to talk about it, then I know how it ends, but don't say too much else. Please.