Say Something...

"Ooh! Pringles!" He yells, running toward me and knocking me down on the sofa.

"Ouch," I say, but smiling.

He lunges himself on me, his elbows supporting him up so he won't crush me.

"Give me the Pringles! Or I'll..."

"You'll what?"

"Tickle you?"

"Are you asking me?"

"Are you ticklish?"

"No," I lie swiftly.

"I'll kiss you if you give me one?"

"Oh my god. Do you honestly think that I'd choose you over my babies?"

"Your babies?" He ask, acting shocked dramatically. "Who's the father?"

"I think it's finally time for you to meet Mr. Pringles."

He laughs at this name, his eyes shining bright.

"How dare him? I'll eat him up," he says, reaching for my Pringles.

I cover my precious Pringles with my hands, trying to keep it away from his touch.

"Oh no! I didn't know you were gay!"

"Just give me the damn food," he whines, giving me that puppy look.

"That won't work," I tell him sternly, but I look away anyway.

"It's just some Pringles, Clary."

"Just some Pringles? Just some Pringles? How dare you!"

"Alright, what do you want in return?"

"Ask nicely," I scold him playfully. "What's the magic word?"

"Please?"

"No, it's abracadabra, duh."

"Fine, abracadabra."

"I changed my mind. The magic word's avada kedavra."

"Isn't that a death spell?"

"Oh, is it?" I ask, sincerely confused.

He rolls his eyes.

"You need to read the series again."

"Well, you need to buy your own Pringles. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Who's the prettiest girl in the world?"

"Hmm, let's see. The prettiest girl. Maybe she has five letters in her name? Oh, I know. It's Aline!"

"Hmm," I say, eating my Pringles slowly as possible to make him jealous.

"Can I please have one now?"

"Nope."

"Alright, you are the prettiest, hottest girl I've ever met."

"Am I the nicest?" I ask, swaying the chips in front of his face.

"Well..."

"Alright, I'm gonna give this to Simon," I say, pushing him off and standing up.

"No, wait! You are the most gorgeous, most generous, the bravest and the wisest girl in the world!"

Laughing, I throw him the Pringles.

"You know, it might have worked if you just kissed me."

"I thought you loved Mr. Pringles and your babies more," he says with mock hurt.

"Yes, I do. But you see, Mr. Pringles is a bad kisser."

He laughs, pulling me down on his lap and kissing me.

I smile against his lips, hooking my arms around his neck. He plays with the hem of my shirt, and that's when I decide to pull away and plunge the chip in my mouth.

He stares at me incredulously, while I just shrug.

"I just thought he was getting jealous."

"Well, good for him," he says, then he drops the container without warning.

The chips hit the ground, and I just stare at them with my mouth hanging open.

"I don't like sharing," he says, and suddenly stands up.

Reflexively, I wrap my legs around his waist, which makes him smirk.

"Bedroom?" He asks.

"This is a T-rated fanfiction. We can't."

"Time lapse, then."

Yes, time lapse.

I look at the nightstand and my old stele placed gently on it. I stretch my arm out to reach it, careful not to wake him who has his arms wrapped tightly around me.

I touch the object, remembering the old time. I look at the rune of voyance on the back of my hand. Something I can't get rid of. Something that belongs to me. No, something that's a part of me. Like the Nephilim blood running in my veins.

"I'm a shadowhunter. I'm strong. I'm a hero," I whisper.

Just like Isabelle. Like Alec. Like Jace. Like Jonathan.

'Jace, I never knew I was this strong. But I am. And you helped me realize that. You took a big peice of my heart with you when you left. And you'll always keep that peice even though I love someone else now. But you also made me realize that people are able to live without that peice. They adapt without it. They fix each other. And you, Jace, are now a part of my happy memories. I won't cry over you anymore. I'll smile. I don't regret loving you anymore. It was beautiful. And Jace, I-'

"Clary," He breaks the silence behind me, still asleep. "I love you."

Whoever you think the he is doesn't matter... I just thought I would leave it to your imagination. Jonathan(or Sebastian) could have died or lived. The boy in this chapter may be Jonathan or someone else. I just think stories are about how you take things in. So please don't kill me... I hope you enjoyed this fanfiction, and thank you for reading, following, favoriting, and reviewing.