I know it's short, I'm super sorry, but it took more time to do my homework than I thought it would and I didn't have time to write. I also know that I promised that they'd start working on their project, but I don't want to do that half-ass. So I might take the time to slowly work on a long chapter that will have a lot of plot and information. This chapter gives a little bit of insight into Jace's life, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from The Mortal Instruments series, those rights go to Cassandra Clare.

As Clary shut and locked the front door behind her she couldn't help but sigh contentedly. Her mind replayed the events of the evening and a small smile lifted the corners of her lips. She couldn't believe she had finally found someone who made her feel special. Clary had always felt small and forgettable, but Jace made her feel important, wanted. She walked up the stairs, pulling off her shoes as she entered her room. She grabbed an oversized sweater and boy shorts and went to the bathroom to shower. As she combed her hair out afterwards she let herself get lost in fantasies of Jace. She had spaced out so completely that she jumped and yelped at the sudden noise coming from her window. She spun around and her surprised eyes met a pair of gold orbs, the laughter in them obvious. He grinned at her, the corners of his mouth disappearing. Clary noticed a small chip on one of his teeth and found that if anything, it made him even more handsome. She realized she was staring like an idiot and quickly opened the window.

"What are you doing here?!" she hissed, barely holding back her own smile. He climbed over the window sill, surprising Clary with his agility and she wondered silently how he had gotten to her window.

"I don't know what it is but I can hardly stand to be away from you. I thought maybe we could...work on the project. Or something like that."

Clary paused, considering the possible consequences, also known as the wrath of her mother, and decided to throw caution to the wind.

"Okay, you can stay. But we're just working on the project. Nothing else."

"Awwww but I wanted you to paint my nails!" he mock-whined, inducing a tiny giggle from Clary.

"Alright mister, get your butt over here and we'll start. Since you got to ask me tons of questions at the diner, can I have my turn now?"

Jace's face fell, his eyes seemed wary and Clary wondered if she had said something wrong. His features quickly settled back into their usual easy smile and she wondered if she had imagined it.

"I suppose it's to be expected that you'd want to know all about this," he gestured up and down his body, "after all, I'm practically a walking god."

"Watch it," Clary replied, "or I'll throw your butt back out the window."

He smiled, walking over to the bed and flopping down on his back. He propped himself up with his elbows and looked around, his gaze lingering on the artwork hung on the walls and the guitar in the corner. He smiled and got back up, picking the instrument up and holding it in what could only be described as a loving manner.

"Do you play?" he asked, looking up at her.

"I'm learning. I have a book and I'm attempting to teach myself." she replied, smiling at him.

"I could always teach you. If you wanted."

"I'd love that." she replied, her smile widening.

"Alright, come here." he said, gesturing to the bed beside him. She sat next to him and he handed her the guitar, loving how small and delicate she looked with it in her lap. He moved behind her and guided her fingers over the frets and strings, showing her simple chords. She loved the feel of his warm chest against her back, and of his arms around her. After he decided that she was well on her way to becoming a music genius, he allowed her to give the guitar back to him. He settled himself more comfortably, although he admitted to himself that he missed having her so close. His fingers flew over the strings, creating a simple, sweet melody. Clary lay back and she closed her eyes, listening to him play. Then he started to sing. His voice was beautiful, soft and slightly husky. He sang quietly, and she had couldn't make out the lyrics. She started to ask him what he was singing but she stopped when she heard his voice break slightly. Clary realized just how much emotion Jace was showing her and she felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing he was willing to show this side of himself. She let herself slowly relax, listening to the voice of a boy she realized was much more complex than she had ever imagined. She longed to know everything about him but she knew he would tell her when the time was right. Just as she was falling asleep, she felt a soft, warm pressure against her forehead and heard a soft whisper.

"Goodnight Clary."

I really hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are always appreciated. Thanks for reading. xx