Chapter 16

Flashback

The fabric lay heavy over her skin; the silk clinging to her body, making

her every nerve over sensitive.

Clary looked at herself in the mirror, not believing what she saw. The dress

wasn't over the top, but she still loved it. Her hair was in perfect curls

framing her face, making her green eyes pop. She looked perfect (or she

thought) the only thing she needed now was her flowers and her groom.

Her groom. Clary could feel her heart flutter at that thought. She was

getting married; Clarissa Fray was getting married to freaking Jace

Herondale. The girl that always had been an outcast was now getting married

to a man that looked like a freaking god.

She smiled, with her cheeks almost hurting but that didn't matter. She

wanted to cry and laugh at the same time; she wanted to dance around in her

underwear singing her favorite song. But she couldn't, she needed to pick up

her flowers and then make her way downstairs where Isabelle, Maia and

Camille would be waiting for her.

Clary took a deep breath and picked up the flowers, before taking one last

glance at the mirror and then making her way downstairs, toward her future

as Mrs. Herondale.

End of flashback

"I hate wearing ties" Jordan said, his hands pulling at the gray tie around

his neck.

"Then why do you wear it?" Jace asked.

They were at an art convention; it had been Clary's idea and Jace had said

yes if he could bring Jordan and Maia, two of his old college friends. Clary

had of course said yes.

"Maia told me to," Jordan answered and Jace smirked, his friend was really

whipped.

"So now you're just doing everything she tells you to?" Jace asked amused.

Jordan shot him an evil glare, "If it makes her happy, then yes." Jordan

said matter-of-factly.

"Okay," Jace responded with a laughing tone.

"Besides, if Clary asked you to wear a tie, wouldn't you say yes?" Jordan

protested.

"Of course I would, but I actually like wearing ties." Jace told him.

"Of course you would, because who wouldn't like to get strangled by a piece

of cloth?" Sarcasm dripping from Jordan's voice.

Jace just chuckled and took another sip from his Champaign glass. It had

been a long week; there had been a few problems at work. Clary had repainted

the whole apartment and bought a new couch (after her accidently splattered

paint all over it). He had also spent a lot of time with Jordan, he didn't

really know why, but it felt good to have some guy time. After all, he and

Clary had spent quite some time together.

Jace smiled at that thought.

They were supposed to visit Doctor Stockweather again the day after

tomorrow, and Jace was pretty sure this was going to be their last visit.

It wasn't because he didn't like the doctor... okay it was, but seriously

the guy was a couples' therapist and he called himself a doctor. Besides, he

annoyed Jace, more than the fact that Clary once, on accident, colored his

hair pink.

Flashback

"Oh no," Clary whispered, her hand covering her mouth and her eyes growing

big.

"What..?" Jace asked, he could slowly feel the dread creeping up on him,

"What is it?"

"I promise you I can fix this, just don't turn around, okay!?" Clary said,

her hands shaking a little.

"Why can't I turn around?" Jace asked, but before Clary could say anything

he had already done it, and he could feel how the color from his face slowly

disappeared.

His hair was pink.

His fucking hair was pink.

His fucking golden curly hair was a hot electric pink.

He looked like a freaking umpa-lumpa with pink hair.

It was almost as gay as Twilight.

"Clary...what happened?" His voice sounded hoarse, the shock not completely

over.

"I can fix that, I promise you I can fix it." Clary said, "Maybe I picked up

the wrong shampoo? So there would some kind of cure... right?"

Jace almost wanted to cuddled her and tell her that it wasn't her fault and

that everything would be okay. She looked too freaking cute, when she was

biting her lip like that, but Jace wasn't going to. His hair was pink and it

was the most unmanly color he could think of, even Magnus knew that.

End of flashback

Jace looked over the crowd, hoping to see a head of familiar red curls.

He smiled when he saw them; she was talking with an older man and pointing

at one of the paintings.

"How's it going with the two of you?" Jordan asked, even if the two of them

had spent so much time together, there still were some things they hadn't talked about; the Clary-thing was one of them. "Better, but you know..." Jace said, trailing off. Jordan just looked at him, a silent conversation happening between them. "Yeah... I do." Jordan said after some time and Jace supposed that that was the reason of why they were friends. Because Jordan knew, and he always would.

OMG i don't know if any of you have read it yet but Clockwork princess just came out and it is amazing, and since i actually just finished i can say that it is one of the best endings ever made! an i am also making a short fic on it, just to get it out of my system :) anyway i hope you all liked this chapter (i did) and since there will only be a few more, i have started a new ff and a now looking for any betas since the one i got is now playing softball(i think that was it) and i really don't want to take to much of her free time since i think that it is pretty cool when you are a into some kind of sport (even if i kind of hate it) see ya all soon Eva