Hey! And yes I know it's been a long time. I honestly don't know what happened. I had numerous ideas in my head but I never got to put them into writing but anyway here's the next chapter.

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The two walked back downstairs in silence until Alec decided to break it.

"I bet you enjoyed doing that." He smirked at Jace.

Jace yawned and gave him a bored expression. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Right, sure you don't. I meant that you enjoyed playing a knight in shining armour."

He raised an eyebrow questionably. "Don't you mean knight in jeans and a shirt?"

"Not the point." Alec said, annoyed.

He shrugged. "All in the days work."

"It no wonder people don't enjoy talking to you, your no fun to mess with."

"Oh, you were trying to mess with me? I didn't notice." He smirked. "You need to do better than that Alec, after all, I am the expert when it comes to pushing people's button."

"Tell me about it." Alec mumbled.

"Did you say something?" No reply. Jace smirked again. "So, how about we start making breakfast? I'm starved." Alec stared at him in horror, Jace blinked. "What?"

"You are not touching the stove, or the oven, or the toaster, or the coffee maker, or -"

"Whoa! I get it! You cook, I just stand and watch. You don't have to make me feel bad."

"I'm sorry I didn't know you knew how to feel bad."

"Ouch! Now that hurt!" Jace looked at his best friend with pride. "Hey! You're getting better at replying to insults. Looks like my skills are rubbing off on you."

He sighed. "You really love praising yourself, don't you?"

"Well, when you're the best, it's hard not to proclaim it."

"Why do I hang out with you?"

"Cuz I'm your parabatai and we're supposed to stick together." Jace smiled.

Alec repeated, smiling back. "Cuz I'm your parabatai."

The girl groaned and slowly opened her eyes. The sunlight caught her eyes and she tried to block it out with her hand but it didn't work, so she rolled to her side. She stayed there for a few minutes until she got up and staggered towards the door. She walked back down, her body still covered in her blanket. As she got to the bottom of the stairs, she heard noises and she began to walk towards the sound.

She followed the sound into the kitchen. Despite her feeling of depression, her stomach began to rumble as soon as the smell of freshly cooked food hit her. She peeked into the door way and found the people who helped talking and even enjoying themselves. They we're acting like a family. She felt her eyes water at the thought. Family was something she was no longer part off. She had no one. She was about to go back to her room when a voice interrupted her. She took a deep breath and glanced over her shoulder to find the not only the golden hair boy but everyone else starring at her.

She inhaled again and decided that she had no other choice but to join them. She was caught after all. Hesitantly she spun around to full face the people who saved her from her possible death. She swallowed whatever moisture was left in her throat and then she stepped closer to the woman who held her even though she was stranger.

"Thank you for last night..." She began. "I'm sorry to have burden you with my problems...I had no right.." She apologized with her head bowed down.

Maryse gave the girl a comforting smile and the girl couldn't help but wince inside. Her mother used to smile like that.

"Apology's aren't necessary. We understand."

The girl nodded numbly because right now, she couldn't bring her lips to curve up and return the gesture. Maryse motioned for her to have a seat and she obliged, glad to finally sit down.

"I'm Maryse Lightwood. You can call me Maryse." Maryse said with another smile.

"I'm Robert and these are our kids." He motioned to the teenagers around him.

"Name's Isabelle but please call me Izzy." She flipped her causing it to shine in the early morning light before she flashed a dazzling smile. The girl couldn't help but wonder if Izzy was some sort of super model or beauty pageant winner.

"Alexander but Alec for short." He said offering her a small smile.

"And we save the best for last, name's Jace but you can call me Jace."

Despite the stupidity of the statement she had to let out a small chuckle simply because it was just that, stupid and she had to admit, he wasn't as bad as she originally perceived him to be.

"So what's your name?"

"Chelsea Sorell but you can call me Chels."

"Are you feeling better?" Maryse spoke up.

Chelsea sighed. "I honestly don't know what to feel...losing one parent is bad enough but both...I just want the numbness to seep in..I'm tired of feeling." She brought her knees up to her chest and rested her head. Her vision was towards the wall beside her.

"Chels, when my mother said we understand, she did mean it. You see, we recently lost our youngest brother, Max." Isabelle said softly, carefully. Grieving was always a risky position to be in.

"If I may say something...I don't mean to seem rude or ungrateful for your hospitality but...you all still have each other but I...both my parents were only child's...my grandparents we're all dead by the time I was 11...I have no other living relative..I have no one..."

She buried her face into her crossed arms. She didn't want to look at anyone right now. She began to wonder if maybe it would be better to just die, that way she would be with her family than to suffer her alone. Burdened by the memories of what once was.

Isabelle looked at her in disbelief, unsure of how to reply to such a confession. She turned to her mother but her mom was just as surprised as she was. The room was soon filled with silence until it was broken by no one other than Jace.

"You're right." He began. "They don't know how you feel but I do. Here's a short history of my life. I was born as a Herondale, raised to be a Morgenstern, thought to be a Wayland and lived as a Lightwood. My biological parents died before I even met them, my adoptive father was actually a deranged liar and is now buried in the ground. When I first found out, I felt the same way you did, hurt and cheated. I know it may seem like the end of the road right now but it does get better and honestly I can look back and say that I'm glad everything happened because to me, Jace Lightwood is the best identity I ever had."

Chelsea raised her eyes to look at him. He replied with a friendly grin. "What do you say Chels? Wanna try being a Lightwood? You won't regret it. The package comes with two parents who are slightly strict but still pretty cool, a fashionable sister with a massive wardrobe, an older brother who's calm and rational but a great companion and then there's me and we all know I'm the best part."

"You sound like an infomercial." She giggled.

"Should I take that as a yes?"

"But I just got here and I wouldn't want -"

"Intrude?" He finished. "We don't mind."

"He's right and besides we need more girls in this testosterone filled house." Isabelle added.

She didn't reply but instead nodded a small yes.

"Great! So after you eat, how about we go shopping?"

"Izzy!"

"What?" She turned to Alec who shook his head in disapproval.

"Ohh don't worry Alec, you can come with us and bring Magnus with you. I'm sure he'd love to join us."

This statement caused Alec to blush a deep bright red, their father to choke on his coffee, their mother patting his back and Jace to laugh, loud.

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