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Previously on Reckless Abandon:
I smile, and walk over to the bed where Jordan pulls me down into his tattoo scrawled arms. His build is similar to Jace's, but Jace is warmer and more hesitant when he hugs me, like he thinks I'm a lot more fragile than I actually am. Jordan doesn't hold back in his hugging. My arms wrap around his waist, and that's when I see Maia's shocked expression in the doorway. Anger flares inside of me, and just to show her that she can't keep doing this to him, I pull back from Jordan just a little, and I kiss him.
-Clary Fray-
I meant for the kiss to be short and sweet. Just enough to make Maia angry, or at least see if it would make her angry at all. To my surprise, Jordan kisses me back. His hand tangles into my hair, and he presses our lips as close as our skin will allow. I no longer care that Maia is staring at us. I am kissing a cute guy, and he is talented. We kiss deeply, as I jolt alive with the feeling of him against me.
The thought of making out with Jordan makes my red cheeks a constant. His hand presses into my back, pulling me closer. His mouth moves softly against mine, but each movement is laced with hunger. "Oh my God." Maia shouts. "Jordan, what the fuck?" I smile when I hear the rage in her voice.
"Maia!" Jordan exclaims. I move off of his lap, and smile. Maia is angry and jealous. My work here is done. She grabs her phone from the bedside table, glares at me and storms out of the room. Jordan looks at me, at the doorway and back at me. He sputters "What…"
I smirk. "You're welcome."
His mouth opens and closes. "You… She… What just happened?" Jordan asks, finally.
"Maia is jealous." I tell him, casually. "You're welcome."
"Okay…" He starts. "What do I do now?"
I shrug. "She'll call you later, probably. Pretend to be uninterested."
"But I'm very interested!"
"Hence the word pretend. Maia is one of those people who only realizes what she wants when she thinks she's going to lose it. Just play along."
Jordan nods. "I don't know if I should thank you, or be mad at you."
"Let me know when you figure it out."
I step into the living room, where the guys are all listening to Magnus' rant. "The pants I wear to work have had a hole in the crotch for two months, and no one has noticed." He tells them. "Do you know what this means?"
Jonathan cocks his head to the side. "No?"
Magnus deadpans. "No one has looked at my crotch in two months! That's sad." We all turn to look at Alec, who's got his face in his hands, laughing.
I sit down between Jace and Jonathan on the couch. Jace eyes me curiously, lifts on eyebrow, and starts smoothing out my hair. Well, fuck. I guess it got messed up from my making out with Jordan… "Thanks." I mutter.
Jace smirks. "What are you doing today?"
I sideways glance at Jonathan. "Jonathan and I were going to watch movies tonight, but I'm free until then." I look over at the wall clock. 12:08.
He nods stiffly. "I promised Max that I would take him for a walk in the quarry today. He asked me to invite you."
"It's snowing." I point out.
"Which makes it better." Jace says. "Max is ten years old. He loves the snow."
"Does he still love trucks?" I ask. Jace nods. "That's why you want to take him to the quarry! That dump truck is always back there." My best friend grins, and nods. He's so sweet to Max, and I can't say no now. I would hate to miss the look on Max's face when he realizes what Jace has done for him.
"I talked to the driver. He's going to let Max pull the horn."
I smile. "I'll bring a camera."
Max walks between Jace and I, holding both of our hands in his. He drags his feet, leaving long skid marks in the snow. "Where are we going, Jace?"
"To the quarry." Jace tells him, casually.
"Yes, but why?" Max whines.
"I've got a surprise for you."
He frowns, dropping Jace's hand to push his glasses back up on his nose. He takes Jace's hand again, after his glasses are all situated crookedly on his face. Max stops walking all of a sudden, and pulls my hand into the middle, meeting with Jace's. He wants us to hold hands? Hesitantly, Jace laces our fingers together, and Max smiles triumphantly. "Jace, if you don't marry Clary soon, I'm going to." Fuck, I just lost the bet…
"Oh yeah?" Jace laughs. "You're going to marry Clary?"
Max nods. "I'm waiting for you to make your move, but I'm going to marry her instead if you don't do it soon."
Jace leans over, to whisper in my ear. "I win." I bite my lip. He's going to make me do something embarrassing.
"Are you going to ask her out, Jace?" Max beams.
"Why do you want him to do that?" I ask.
"Because, I like you, but Jace saw you first. I wanted to give him a change to ask you out before I do." Oh my God, Jace was right. How is this happening? He's going to make she shave my head, or listen to Reggae music for 24 hours.
Jace rolls his eyes, and ruffles Max's hair. "Clary is already married."
Max's eyes widen, and his hair sticks up from Jace's ruffling. "She is!?"
My best friend chuckles and nods. "To a plate of waffles."
He giggle, pushing his glasses up again. I let go of Jace's hand, and smooth out Max's hair. "We're almost to the quarry. What's the surprise?"
Jace shakes his head. "I'm not telling."
"Clary?" Max petitions. I pretend to lock my lips, and throw away the imaginary key. Max frowns, but turns to walk toward the quarry. When he sees the dump truck, his grin reaches all the way to his ears. "Jace?! What did you do!?"
Jace shrugs, nonchalantly. "You get to pull the horn."
Max squeals. "Jace, you're the greatest brother in the world!" He jumps into Jace's arms, and adds "Don't tell Alec I said that."
Jace smirks at me from over Max's fluffy head of hair. "See, Clary. Max thinks I'm wonderful."
I roll my eyes. "Statistically, I suppose someone has to."
I see Jace's broad shoulder shake with laughter, and he sets Max back on the ground. I take the camera from its carrier, and snap a few photos of the two of them, and then a few of Max approaching the truck with the biggest smile I've ever seen him wear. I get a photo of him pulling the horn, and make a mental note to print off these photos and give them to Maryse in a scrapbook.
"Would you like me to take a photo of the three of you?" The driver asks.
Max nods, enthusiastically. "Yes! Please!" Jace and I laugh, and stand in front of the truck with Max. The camera flash hurts my eyes, but I don't think I blinked… I'm used to being behind the camera, instead of in front of them, so the flash still bothers me.
After about half an hour of Max playing in the truck, we have to drag him home for dinner. We drop him off with Isabelle (hopefully she won't be doing the cooking) and Jace offers to walk me home. I try to tell him my house is right next door, but he insist.
We come up to my doorstep, and Jace leans down to press his lips to my forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow."
I nod, and my hand finds the doorknob. "Are you using your first day of Clary slavery tomorrow?"
He shrugs. "I haven't decided yet. I might need time to think of things that I can make you do."
"You're evil."
"You should be nicer to me." Jace says, pushing me against the door. His arms cage me in, his hands resting on either side of my head. He leans down, so his face is right in front of mine. "I've got all the control here."
I push him away. "Not today."
Jace smirks, and steps away from me. "I'll see you later, Clary."
Jonathan comes out of his room as I come up the stairs. He stops walking when he sees me. "Hey. I thought you were ditching me."
"Sorry. It took longer than I expected."
Jon smiles. "That's fine. Do you still want to watch movies?"
"Absolutely."
"Good!" Jonathan exclaims. "I was going to fake cry until you agreed, if you said no."
I laugh, and tell him I'll be down after I change out of my walking-in-the-snow clothing. I step into my room, and close the door behind me. What do I wear? Can I wear pajamas? Should I wear jeans? What was he wearing? Jeans, right? Yeah, jeans. I should wear jeans…
There's a knock at my bedroom door, and Jonathan calls "Clary? Are you okay in there?"
I look at the clock on my cell phone. It looks like I've been standing here, staring at my wardrobe for… fifteen minutes. Fucking shit. "Yeah, I'll be down in just a minute." I hear Jonathan's footsteps going down the stairs, and decide to put on yoga pants and a black t-shirt. When I get downstairs, I'm glad for my decision because I see that Jonathan has changed into his pajamas as well. There's popcorn in a bowl on the coffee table, along with nachos and Mountain Dew. Mountain Dew gives me life. This boy knows how to have a movie night.
"I didn't know what you'd want to watch, so I rented like twelve movies from the video store." He says, looking sheepish.
"What did you get?" I ask. Jonathan offers me a stack of movies. He really did get twelve… Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny, Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World, 21 Jump Street, the Secret Window, Mirrormask, From Hell, Perfume: the Story of a Murderer, and then I see my favorite movie ever… Tank Girl. "This one!" I explain.
Jonathan raises an eyebrow. "Tank Girl? The lady at the video store suggested it… She had a pink Mohawk."
"It's a great movie." I defend. "Give it a chance."
He smirks and says "Alright, I'll do it for you." Jon takes the movie from my hands and goes to put it in, while I struggle to find a comfortable position to sit. He takes the remote from the top of the TV, and sits down on the couch, closer to me than I expected. My heart leaps when his arm brushes mine, but neither of us pulls away. God, I'm such a fucking teenager…
Jonathan laughs at the intro to Tank Girl, and I smile. Lori Petty could make me go gay. She's the babe of babes. After the first few minutes of the movie, Jonathan turns to me "This is actually pretty funny."
I nod, enthusiastically. "It's my favorite movie."
"I like it." He admits, and throws his arm over my shoulder. I blush, and he eyes me curiously. "Is this okay?"
"Why wouldn't it be?"
Jonathan's thumb starts rubbing circles over my shoulder. "I'm still not sure about your feelings for Jace, and I'm your step brother. I wasn't sure if you thought it was weird, and… I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
In order to prove I'm perfectly comfortable with the idea, I lean into him and rest my head against his chest. I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw him. I feel, rather than hear, Jonathan laugh before we go back to watching the movie. Somewhere along the line I must have drifted off, because I wake up to Tank Girl being sent head first down the tunnel. My head is in Jonathan's lap, and he's playing with my hair. "Are you still sleeping?" He whispers.
I groan, and nod my head. "Mostly."
He brushes hair away from my cheekbone. "You're so pretty." I turn my head, and smile up at him. That's when I feel something twitch under my head. Jon's eyes widen, and my eyebrows go up. What just happened? Jon shifts. "Oh my God, this is not happening…" His hands leave my hair, to cover his face, and then I feel the twitch again.
Oh my God! I know what that is. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God… He twitches again, and I sit up abruptly, stifling a laugh. I can't believe this is happening. Heat rushes into my cheeks, with the telltale sign of embarrassment. I bite down on my lip hard, to keep from laughing. Jonathan's head drops, and he passes a hand through his pale blonde hair. "I'm really sorry."
He places on of the decorative pillows in his lap. That's not helping, buddy. It was just poking me in the head. "It's fine." I groan, covering my face with my arms. I don't really want to talk about this situation.
"No, it's really awkward." He mutters. "It's just… You're beautiful, and I like you a lot. I would have worried about my sexuality if having your head in my lap didn't turn me on."
I can't believe he just said that. "I like you, too."
Jonathan smirks. "Which part of me do you like best?" He teases.
I bite my lip. "Your mind."
He lifts an eyebrow. "I was hoping for a far more depraved answer than that." Whoa, homie! Slow ya shit, speed racer. "Clary, I'm joking. Calm down."
I bring my knees up to my chest, and avoid making eye contact with him. This is all too much. Tank girl. Boners. Confessing the crush I have on him. Where do we go from here? "Come here." He says, opening his arms for me. I raise both of my eyebrows, because I still haven't managed to find out how to lift only one. "Relax, Clary. I'm not going to do anything, I just want to hold you."
Jonathan and I lay down on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and in each other's arms, until we drift off to sleep.
Ahahaha. Jonathan popped a stiffy. I'm obviously very mature about boners. It's 2:30 in the morning. Gimme a break.
-IWriteNaked
