Yes, it's two in the morning. Yes, I've been writing this since 10. Yes, I'm awesome. I also know that I won't have internet for the next week... and...
I GOT 200 FREAKING FOLLOWERS AND 100 FAVORITES I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH YOU ROCK!
I seriously can't believe it. You guys are all so awesome! You have absolutely no idea how much it means to me! And just because of 200, I threw in a little... well big... surprise for you guys. I hope you love it!
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ClaceShipper: Yes, I mean to make all of the chapter titles as songs
Disclaimer: Well, you guys know. Cassie Clare owns all of the characters... Even though I wish I did... Maybe I could.. Misery style (those of you who've read Misery know what I mean)... JKJK I WOULD NEVER DO THAT!
You light me up inside
Like the fourth of July
Whenever you're around
I always seem to smile
And people ask me how
You're the reason why
I'm Dancin' in the mirror
And singing in the shower
-Shower, by Becky G
I sat on the patio couch, my feet tucked under me. My sketchpad rested on my legs as I sketched the scenery around me. I stopped that sketch for the moment, and flipped back to an unfinished sketch of Jace, determined to complete it.
I smiled at the silence that surrounded me. Everyone else was either inside or at the pool. I'd hunted for about a half hour to find a spot just like this. Silent and Secluded. I finished the final strokes with my colored pencil, then set my hand down, closing my eyes and tipping my head back.
"I can't handle anymore right now!" I heard a male voice growl, the sound of his voice getting louder, "If I have to hear one more sob story, about how if they don't get picked, then their lives will be over, I will punch something! Oh, Clary, I didn't see you there..." I opened my eyes to see the one and only Chris Harrison in front of me, a cameraman following him.
"I hope I didn't bother you..." he smiled sheepishly, most likely embarrassed that I'd witnessed his outburst.
"Don't be." I laughed softly, motioning for him to sit beside me. I felt bad for the guy. I mean, if I thought that some of the girls were annoying, he had to talk to them and listen. I shivered at the thought of the task of listening to Seelie long enough to get some material for one of the interview things.
"So, how are you?" I asked once he sat down, and Chris looked taken aback by the question.
"Uh, I, I'm good..." He stared at me strangely, "Sorry, I'm just not used to getting asked about... well, me. Normally, Bachelorettes just want to know what the Bachelor thinks of them. Or they want to just be dramatic enough to get on camera. It gets so damn annoying when..." All of a sudden, his eyes grew wide.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, "I didn't mean to rant like that. I shouldn't anyways, I mean, it was in the job description." I laughed.
"Well, you can go ahead and vent as much as you want," I patted his shoulder sympathetically, "I mean, we all need to let off some steam sometimes."
"Thank you, Clary." His smile was genuine this time, "I see now why you're the public favorite." My jaw dropped a little in shock, and Chris quickly covered his mouth. I mean, I knew that they'd started running episodes, considering it was week four by now, but I was the public favorite?
"Don't worry," I pulled my thoughts together, "I wont say anything to anyone." Chris let out a breath.
"Thank you." he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head, "I tend to say things without thinking first." I chuckled, knowing that both Jace and I were the same way.
"Hey, I haven't done anything with you yet, would you like to do an interview?" Chris's words took me completely by surprise.
"I, uh," I wrung my fingers together, instantly clamming up, "You don't have to. I mean, I guess. God, I'm not good at this!" I buried my face in my hands, attempting to hide my burning cheeks. Chris laughed, and I peeked through my fingertips.
"C'mon." he said good naturedly, "This'll be great. America will love it, and it actually might be fun."
"Didn't you say you were done with interviews?" I raised my eyebrows. "Aren't you only supposed to raise one eyebrow." Chris shot back.
"Did Jace put you up to this," I narrowed my eyes, and Chris avoided my gaze.
"He did!" I exclaimed, then, after a while, let out an annoyed huff, "Might as well just get this over with." I climbed to my feet, starting towards the place that they had been recording interviews.
"What?" I asked upon seeing Chris's smirk.
"Nothing," his smirk grew into something that Jace had to have taught him, "It's just that Jace told me you'd give in pretty quick."
I sat down on the chair that had been provided for me, and it faced both a camera and a large screen.
"So," Chris clapped his hands together, sitting in the other chair directly under the camera, "Some footage will play on that screen, and I'll ask you some questions about it. My voice will be edited out... most likely. But just tell me exactly how your feeling. None of the other girls see this."
"Gosh, you make it sound like you're my therapist." I joked, causing Chris to roll his eyes, "Oh, and will Jace see this?"
"No." Chris shook his head, "Now let's begin. Go ahead and roll the first one." The screen came to life with Jace and I on the group date. I heard Jace "instructing" me on what to do, and just a few beats before, his voice came over.
"Ready to do something more complicated?" Jace had asked.
"Yeah." I'd replied. I was surprised that the camera had caught the mischievous look that had passed between the two of us.
Surprisingly, Chris chose that moment to pause the film, which left Jace and I staring into each others' eyes. We hadn't pulled into a true frame, so my hand was on his shoulder, almost to the curve of his neck, and his rested softly on my waist. Our linked hands had fallen to our sides, and, to be honest, we looked like we were about to kiss. I didn't even try to resist my urge as I pulled out my phone and quickly snapped a picture, stashing it away- along with my mental picture- so I could draw the scene later. I looked to Chris, and my cheeks flamed at his expression.
"I want to maybe draw that later..." I trailed off, feeling the need to explain myself. Chris simply smiled and moved on.
"So, what were your thoughts in that exact moment?" Chris asked, and I smirked.
"That Jace and I were gonna shock the hell out of everyone there." I stated, the memory hitting me full fledged, "And that Jace stopped being nervous. The second he started dancing, he just... relaxed. He hasn't done that a lot since he's been here." By the end, I was kind of just speaking my thoughts aloud, not really paying attention to what I said.
"And what makes you think that?" Chris cocked his head to the side thoughtfully.
"Well," I was on the verge of letting out the fact that he'd spent every night on the floor of my room, but I held myself back, "If you look at his body language even. He always seems to look for a way out, or if there are too many people in a room, he puts up his facade. You know, that one where he acts all 'I'm Jace and everybody loves me and I'm so hot and *suave wink* I can get any girl I want'?"
"You know, I hate to break it to you, Clary, but in every tape I've watched with every other girl... That's what he's like the whole time." Chris snorted, "I think that's just his personality."
I smiled sadly. This was why Jace attracted only bimbos and airheads. Whenever he was uncomfortable, he didn't get shy, he got cocky and playerish. You had to actually take time to break past that exterior.
"It's not," was all I whispered softly, "Can we move on?" Chris simply nodded, and the tape resumed.
The cameraman fast forwarded until it reached Jace and I on the wicker couch at dinner. It was most likely when Jace and I had been having the "special" talk, but our words were too soft to be picked up by the mic. I hadn't realized how close we had been, but as I watched, there was never even a foot of space between our bodies, and he was always touching me, whether it was holding my hand, or resting his hand on my back.
Suddenly, we were walking down a stairwell, then when we reached the bottomw, Jace and I talked for a brief moment, Jace stripping to his swim trunks in the process.
"Jace Wayland!" My shriek echoed from the speakers, causing real-time me to wince, "Don't you dare!" And then Jace was running towards the water with me in his arms.
"What was that, Fray?" He'd asked, and I could see his golden eyes flashing with amusement, "You want me to put you down?" And then he dropped me. The clip stopped right in the middle of my descent towards the water.
"So," I could see Chris was attempting- and failing- to contain his laughter, "What exactly went through your head through all of... that."
"Well..." I drew out the word, "I didn't know why the heck Jace lead me down those stairs, and then when he stripped... I had absolutely no idea what the hell to think. When he picked me up, I think you get the gist of what was on my mind... When he dropped me, all I thought about was seeing his giant blonde head mounted on my wall, and during and after the water war... I was a little pissed that I lost."
Chris simply nodded, motioning for the cameraman to skip forward. The screen was paused yet again at a scene that made my breath hitch in my throat. Jace's arms were wrapped securely around my waist, and mine were around his neck, our bodies bressed together, his forehead on mine, our lips millimeters away from each other. Yet again, I brought up my phone and snapped a picture, oblivious to Chris's soft chuckles.
"So what were you feeling then?" Chris asked softly, as if afraid I would break if he spoke too loud.
"Amazing," the words seemed to flow from my mouth of their own accord, "It's better then anything I've ever felt before. I mean, I'm not gonna lie and say that I've never been kissed, but that almost kiss, the energy, the electricity, was better than any kiss I've ever had."
"Did you know that you're one of the very few Bachelorettes that hasn't gotten a kiss from out famous Bachelor yet?" Chris asked.
"I assumed," I smiled, not taken aback, knowing Jace, I'd expected nothing less.
"Well, would you want to kiss him if you got the chance?"
"Yes..."
"Well, it's a good thing that America thinks the same way as you do."
"What do you-"
"Hey, Chris, am I late?" My head snapped around at the sound of Jace's voice. The blonde stopped in his tracks as soon as he caught a glimpse of me. My eyes immediately flicked to the picture on the screen, an intense blush heating my face. Jace followed my line of sight, and when I looked at him, I was surprised to see a faint dusting of pink coloring his own cheeks.
"Well, that should be good for now, and I'll be going..." I rose to my feet, and was about to walk out when Chris called my name. I froze, turning to face him.
"Wait." a cunning smile that left an unsettling feeling in me lit up his face, "So, Jace, Clary and I were just talking, and I pointed out that she is one of the few Bachelorettes that you have not kissed yet." Oh crap, this can't be happening, I thought to myself, burying my face in my hands.
"And I was thinking," Chris plunged on, "that since our viewers would very much appreciate it, could you two maybe... have your first kiss now." The blush now extended from my cheeks all the way down my neck, and I was thoroughly embarrassed.
"That's okay, Jace," I mumbled, head down as I resumed my walk out, "I'll just-" The hand that grabbed my hip caused me to stop yet again.
"I'm up for it if Clary is," Jace spoke, spinning me to face him, "Are you?" When he spoke to me, his voice grew lower, more intimate. I gulped, taking a step closer.
"Maybe." What the hell are you doing, Fray?!
Before I could think anything else through, both of Jace's arms were securely around me, tugging me forward. I put my hands up, at first to brace myself, but then, they ended up pushing from his chest to around his neck. I could feel his chest rise and fall quickly and unsteadily against mine, but I was still slightly aware of the cameras, and the reason Jace was doing this. I would've pushed his away if I hadn't looked into those damn eyes. The second I did, I felt like I could drown in those golden pools, and I couldn't decipher the emotion that quickly flashed in them.
"It's okay," Jace whispered, "I've got you. It's me." I hadn't realized we'd moved closer until his warm breath fanned across my lips. I found my eyes drifting closed, and I raised up onto my toes.
I almost expected another spontaneous thing to stop us, but I felt the pressure of another pair of lips on mine. We both tightened our hold on each other, and the pressure grew, our lips moving blissfully in synch. It felt like there were fireworks going off inside me. I wouldn't be surprised if I caught fire right about now. The kiss wasn't needy and raw (probably half because I was holding back), but it was soft and sweet, Jace treating me like something delicate and precious. Jace's lips brushed mine yet again.
When we broke the kiss, both of us were breathing heavily, our foreheads not separating. I opened my eyes slowly, almost scared to look at his expression, but yet again, I couldn't decipher what I saw.
"Well, that was hot." my eyes snapped open all the way at the voice, but Jace didn't seem surprised, the smile that I hadn't noticed on his face only growing.
I whipped around, but Jace's arms were still locked on me, so my back stayed pressed to his chest, and his head rested atop mine. I gaped at the figure that stood grinning like the Cheshire Cat in the doorway.
"Close your mouth, you'll swallow flies"
So... CLACE KISS FINALLY! They aren't together, but it sure as hell is a start... sort of... I mean, it was forced. AAAAND I left you guys on a cliffie *evil laugh* this is too fun. I've got a sort of random question for you guys this time... but how old do you think I am. I mean, if you had to guess, just by my writing. I don't know why, but I just want to know... and sadly, I've run out of prizes... Some suggestions for quick write prizes are definitely welcome! Okay... well I guess that's all... GOODBYE MY LOVEABLE, AWESOME, SUPERGREAT FAITHFUL FOLLOWERS AND FAVORITERS!
-Shadowhunter5801