Love To

Chapter 21:

I lay in bed, still in pajamas. Under no circumstance was I a loud to leave the house. Heck I was hardly able to leave my room! The parental controls were up and my life was sucking to the max. According to my mother I was too weak to go anywhere. What does she know? Okay, harsh I know, but the woman won't let me see anyone! Not Alec, Isabelle, or even Simon, and especially not Jace. Apparently he has been the cause of my poor decisions lately. I wonder if Mom can read my mind, because I think she knows that Jace and I have been very close to sleeping together, and I don't mean the good sleeping together, because everyone knows we've done that. But that's just one of the many theories. For all I know she has a camera planted in my eye. Hell, I have spidey senses as another theory!

Okay I know my mom is not Spiderman, but due to her wandering mind of the late night activities of me and Jace, I am now tucked into bed watching the Lion King. Note to self, don't watch while trying to not think about Jace and his golden qualities. I am literally thinking to myself how Jace's eyes match Simba's fur. Oh God, sappy Clary's back! Die lovesick Clary, DIE! What the heck can I do? Melodramatic Clary rages on and on then there's a crackling and the smell of smoke. A neatly folded up letter lands on my pillow. MB is the watermark. Three guesses who it's from. The parchment is rough under my fingers and it sends a little shiver through me.

My Darling Clary,

The plan consists of five fairly simple steps.

Get you kidnapped.

Learn the plans of your relatives.

Contact me to send the Clave.

Imprison your father and brother

Live happily ever after with your black hair blue-eyed beau.

And I hate to tell you this but…that last step is for me.

Love Magnus

What to do? How to do it? And when to do it? My mom's radio was turned up, blaring the Beatles throughout the apartment. The sink was sputtering water in the kitchen. If only I could go talk to her. But I can't. I can't talk to her. I can't talk about it to anyone. Who could I tell? Mom would stab repeatedly with a spoon until I died. Luke would tell Mom. Jace, like Mom would kill me. Alec would tell Jace. Isabelle was a possibility. Then it hit me. Simon! Duh! I was literally just thinking of the kid but it was overrun by my evil anxiety jam-packed thoughts.

Mom wouldn't care if Simon came here and it's not like her house arrest rules apply to him anyways. He is like my brother! Okay, bad way of putting it. He is nothing like my brother. He's like my pancake. They say blood is thicker than water, but maple syrup is thicker than blood therefore pancakes are stronger than family. Well that's not really what I'm trying to say but you see my point.

Me: SOC(Save our Clary) I'm dying!

Simon: You know, lately, that can't be taken too lightly.

Me: Don't get snooty w/ me!

Simon: Snooty?

Me: Snotty!

Simon: Snotty?

Me: Humph.

Simon: So what is causing your death?

Me: Boredom!

Simon: Maybe then…

Me: Pwease! I weally need to talk to my best fwiend!:(

And for dramatic effect I sent a picture of me pouting with wide eyes.

Simon: Fine.

A whopping twenty minutes later he was letting himself into my room.

"So what's your deal?"

"Your virtue." He chokes and I laugh at his facial expression.

"Funny Fray…" He rolls on to the bed.

"Hey, if you and Izzy get together it won't ever be a topic of discussion."

"Well shall we even things out and talk of yours?" I reach for the note and hand it to him, trying to avoid making eye contact.

"So this is the real topic of conversation?" His eyebrows scrunch together.

"Yep"

"And you plan on doing this?"

"Yep"

"And what do you need me for?"

"Masculinity and support."

"Hardy har har, that's funnier than sliced bread."

"I'm serious."

"Why don't you ask Loverboy?"

"He's against the idea."

"He really doesn't know Clarissa Fray does he?"

"I guess not."

My eyes open to my dark bedroom. Simon left a little bit after our conversation, on the grounds that my mother was stomping around the apartment yelling at her painting. Judging by the lack of sound on the other side of the door no one's awake. And then, ping! My nerves were jumping, my eyes were wide. I rolled over and then….PING! Where was it coming from?

PING! The window. I sat up, my heart pounding. I crawled to the edge of the bed. I stared at the glass and then pale hair rose from the shadows. A scream leapt in my throat. Jonathan! I was frozen on the bed. My fingers curled, gripping to the blanket. I was crouched but I knew the face could see me. Then there was a glint of gold. Not Jonathan, but Jace! Oh thank the Lord!

"Clary let me in. It's freezing out here!" His voice was muffled but it warmed my frozen blood and made me unclench my fingers. I threw myself off the bed. The window rattled quietly as it opened and Jace slipped in and shut it once it was up. I gripped on to his shirt and nuzzled into his chest.

"Holy crap you dum-dum! You freaked the shit out of me!" I slapped at his chest, but one hand was still gripping on to him for dear life. He chuckled lightly, his breath stirring my hair. He pulled my face closer to his and planted a quick kiss on my lips.

"Oh but you love me." He smirked.

"Sadly, I do." He dropped a hand away from my face and placed it on his heart in mock hurt.

"How you make my heart bleed Clarissa!"

"Well that's a shame I didn't want to deal with any deaths tonight. Plus that's what you get when wake me up in the middle of the night and scaring me half to death." He dropped to his knees and hugged my waist.

"May the Angel have mercy on my damned soul!" He cried out.

"Shush! Do you want to wake up Mom and Luke!?" I sat down on the bed and he fell next to me.

"No seeing as how I did come here with a plan." He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"And what is this plan?"

"To tell you I'm sorry for not siding with you but I stand by my answer and you will not go with them."

"And what is your suggestion on what we do then?"

"Not what we do, I do."

"No Jace! I won't let you!"

"Clary, I'm going to get kidnapped by your father and brother." He stated, his face stern. I huffed off the bed, not even caring to turn back to him as he whispered my name behind me. I shut and locked the bathroom door. I grabbed a piece of my mom's Aha! moment paper from the counter of the sink and a pen.

Magnus,

Change of plan. We must do this AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! Jace has this brilliant idea of going instead of me. We are doing this tomorrow night. Get ready.

Love, Clary

I signed the Mark on the bottom and the paper flickered away. The bathroom door opened with a click. Jace stood with his steele in hand and stared down at me.

"Clary, please don't be upset."

And that is that! I know it is not as long as you wanted but I wrote it in a notebook and I wrote six pages so I thought it would be way longer! Oh my gosh, Les Miserables was amazing! The movie is great but watching it on stage was even better! Except I did miss Sacha Baron Cohen and Helena Bonhem Carter, they're so hilarious! And Jon was amazing! Any who I wanted to mention I kind of adapt to the style of writing the book I'm reading is and right now I'm reading Speak and so some sentences are sometimes very short.

Later Gators- Emma