A/N: This is…well…somewhere before COG. Let's just say Clary had homecoming (I need dancing! Hehe) and Jace shows up. Mwahaha bare with me. It'll be good. I promise. OH! And if any of you are fabulously talented on youtube…. you should make me a video. J/C with the song. Pwease?

Disclaimer: I don't own MI or So Close by Jon McLaughlin

JPOV

"Jace! Jace!" Isabelle ran down the hall. I looked back, slowing my pace down. Isabelle brushed back her hair and thrust her phone in my hands. I glanced at her before I looked at the phone. Big capital letters were written across the screen, a picture attached to the bottom.

Isabelle! It's homecoming! Does this look ok?

My eyes widening as I scrolled down to the picture. Clary was standing in front of a mirror, her hair gently curled and hanging down around her shoulders. She had on a green dress, the color of emeralds. She looked beautiful.

I choked down the lump in my throat and handed Isabelle back the phone. "Was that it? The picture? What is homecoming anyways? Who came home?" I said, playing it easy. Isabelle frowned.

"I don't know what homecoming is. Apparently some form of ball though. The dress obviously is too nice for Clary to wear anywhere else. ANYWAYS! You need to go get in some nice clothes. Because you're going to this homecoming thing." Isabelle smiled.

"I am, now am I?" I raised my eyebrow. She nodded her head. I sighed. "I'm busy." I said. "Really? Isabelle said, her voice void of emotion. "No." I smiled. She groaned. "Go get in a damn suit!" She pushed me towards my door.

I turned back to glare heavily. "I'll owe you." She grinned. Oh, you owe more than one.

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"QUIT MESSING WITH THE TIE!" Isabelle smacked my hand away from my neck. I glared and Alec snickered. He had some how been dragged into this also. "You'll look fine!" Isabelle said confidently.

I snorted. "I do not look fine. I look fabulous thank you very much." Isabelle glared. I had dug up a tux from Roberts closet along with a green tie. Isabelle insisted I wore a green tie.

"Three tickets please." Isabelle smiled at the boy at the door. The poor mundane's eyes glazed over and handed over the tickets, not even bothering to ask for money. I shoved my hands in my pockets and headed towards the door, snatching my ticket from Isabelle.

Loud music thrummed in the gym of what must Clary's school, bright flashing lights temporally blinding me. Beside me Isabelle grinned wickedly. "It's like a club! But smellier!"

I rolled my eyes, watching Isabelle be immediately asked to dance. She giggled and winked at us. Alec groaned. "I'm going to find a drink. Something strong hopefully." He muttered, walking away.

I grinned and kicked back against the wall. Letting my eyes scan the crowd, I nonchalantly looked. Oh who was I kidding? I was looking for a Shorty with red hair.

"Haven't seen you around." A girl said her brown hair piled high. I flashed her a grin. She wasn't all that pretty but very arrogant. Like me, but less attractive. "My…friend is here." I said, mentally cursing myself. Sister, fool, she's your sister.

"Oh. Do I know him?" The girl batted her eyelashes. I sighed. "Her. My…friend is a girl. Clarissa Mor—Fray." I stopped myself. The girl frowned. "You mean Clary Fray?"

I nodded. She scowled. "She's a freak." My jaw snapped. "Jace!" Suddenly the voice I would walk through fire for called. I turned around with a smile. "There she is." I said.

"What are you doing here?" Clary asked quietly, her eyes avoiding mine. I grinned, taking her in. She was like a fiery drink of water. It burned to sip but oh did you just want more.

"Isabelle." I said. She sighed in understanding. "Figures." She muttered. "Well, I'll just…be...going..." The girl said. I glanced behind me with an uncomfortable smile. "Bye now."

She huffed and walked away. I chuckled. "You look beautiful." I told Clary. She blushed furiously, suddenly conscious of her hair. "I…it's nothing." She said. I took sick satisfaction out of her embarrassment and the look of joy.

"Care to dance?" I asked. She blushed again but took my out stretched hand. I happily lead her to the dance floor and welcomed her into my arms. Suddenly the world melted away, so close to her. The music played for only two.

I knew this was wrong but I didn't care. My heart can break later.

If only, if only I had known I could have had her so much earlier. That I was so close to having her, just for myself, yet I was still so far.

And now all I want is to hold her and never let go. The electricity flowing through us, our hearts pounding against each other's as we slowly sway across the dance floor is almost surreal.

Yes, heartbreak shall be mine later tonight.

So close to reaching that famous happy ending, almost believing this isn't pretend. Now she's beside me and I can see how far we've come. I'm so far yet we're so close. It's just not far.

"Jace?" She whispered. "Yes?" I whispered back. "Am I dreaming?" She asked. I chuckled. "No, Clary." I gently brushed back a strand of her hair. I was being so risky. Her breath caught and she sighed softly.

"I don't want to wake up." She mumbled. She really thought she was dreaming. She really dreams about me. Oh heart be still.

"Clary, this is real." I said. "No, don't say that. Just don't say it. Because if its real, its wrong and it must stop. And I don't want it to stop." She barely said the last part and it was my turn to loose my breath.

She pulled herself closer to me, as if I was going to magically disappear. "This one can't be pretend." She mumbled to herself. "But I must be dreaming." I twirled her around, watching her hair spin and my heart stop.

Clary would never be mine. But I will never be anyone else's but hers.

So close…

So close…

Yet still so far…

A/N: That made me sad to write…I actually used a lot of the song for this. I love this one! hehe