Clary is still locked in the closet and Simon is still a pain in the ass.
"Well, does this count as you coming out of the closet?"
"Simon, not another word."
Clary could hear the door hinges ratteling. They've taken a new aproach: unhitch the door from the other end. Although Simon seemed to be taking his sweet time.
"I have to meet Isabelle in twenty minutes."
"You better get me out of this before then. And don't even think about leaving," Clary grunted.
"We could have her come here and do some stele magic."
Clary was mortified at this idea. Just imagining Isabelle coming down and seeing her trapped like this... She and Isabelle have developed a good friendship. But either way, Clary was not for this plan.
"Just get the hinges off," Clary persisted.
"Or maybe, I'll just call Jace."
Clary wasn't as-horrified at this. She and Jace have been through a lot together, and maybe this situation wasn't the worst of all?
"You're already working on it Simon, just hurry up," Clary snapped.
"You could say please," Simon said, in a slightly less loud tone. The hinges stopped moving.
"Simon!"
"Okay." Clary could practically feel him rolling his eyes. "Okay."
The hinges began to rattle again and Clary crossed her arms. If she could pace, she would, but there was hardly any room for breathing in here, let alone moving. She wasn't quite sure how the door shut in the first place.
"Hey, Clary?"
"What?"
"I bet the guy who invented the door knocker got a nobel prize."
"Simon, I'm not in the mood for your door puns."
"But they are so relevant right now."
Clary wanted to tear her hair out. She wanted to tear Simon's hair out. She wasn't quite sure how she got all worked up about this. The humiliation must have gotten to her.
"Are you closer?"
"Honestly, I don't even know what I'm doing."
Clary leaned her head against the door. "This is hopeless." She thought of another possibility. One that involved a stele. But Simon was so new to shadowhunting that he knew only a few runes. If he tried to do an open or unlock rune he might just tear the house into pieces, or set it on fire. That was a possibility with Simon. He couldn't even pass it under the door, the door was sealed to the carpet.
"What now?"
"Let me think." She could feel a thud opposite of her and knew Simon was resting his head on the door like she was.
"Want me to call Jace?"
"Let me think," Clary repeated.
"Hey Clary."
"What?"
"I got a new drum set. It's adoorable."
"Call Jace."
Clary could feel her cheeks flush yet again as Simon had to lead a very suspicious Jace down the hall and into Clary's bedroom.
"She... what?" Clary could hear him say.
"Locked herself in the closet. Unfortunetly it won't open the mundane way... so we need a stele."
"The mundane way," Jace mused. "I don't what to be more surprised about, the fact that you think only humans use door knobs or the fact that you made a reference useing the word mundane."
"I didn't mean only humans use doorknobs-"
"By the Angel," Clary cursed.
"Wow," Jace said. "You're really in there."
"What did you expect?" Clary asked. "That Simon secretly wanted to show you his collection of manga cd's?"
"That's ridiculous," Simon started. "My manga collection would be in my closet. Duh."
"So not the point," Clary spits out.
She hears the rustleing of a leather jacket. Then a sizzle. And the door opens.
She steps out with a rush, breathing in fresh air.
"Hey there," Jace says in suprise. Before Clary hugs him she turns on Simon and punches him hard in the shoulder.
"Hey!" He protests.
"That was for all the terrible door jokes."
"I only told two."
"Well, in that case." Clary punches him again, equally as hard, on the other shoulder.
Leaving Simon to bruise and turns and gives Jace a welcoming hug. It was nice to breathe him in.
Notes:
Let me know any other awkward moments in which you would like me to write about. They can be personal if you wish :)