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Impulses, Chapter 3: Nerves

The box was weighing a tonne in Jace's pocket, he couldn't stop thinking if sometime could tell he was hiding something or that they noticed something in the pocket of his hoodie. There was no way he was leaving the ring around for Isabelle, Maryse or Angel forbid Clary, to risky. So it lived in one of Jace's pockets all day every day. Then at night it was locked safely under his loose floorboards. Genius.

So as he sat on the kitchen bar stool watching Isabelle cook he was nervously awaiting his meal so he could quickly finish it and be out of sight. He'd never wished for one of Isabelle's meals so much before, considering her track record with putting things in things she shouldn't. Oh the concoctions she came up with. She swivelled away from the stove, a plate of bacon, eggs, grilled tomatoes, small sausages, a hash brown and a small bun and placed it in front of Jace. It actually didn't look to bad.

"What have you done with it?" Jace asked knowing it looked to good to be true.

"Nothing. Not everything I make has something wrong with it" Isabelle looked at him with a stare as cold as ice, "You all ought to learn that" Jace just nodded and spooned some eggs into his mouth cautiously but they were delicious, melting in his mouth. So soft and fluffy.

"How the hell did you produce something like this?" he asked pointing at the meal, speaking with his mouth open.

"I'm glad you like it but I don't need to see the finished product inside your mouth. Clary's been helping me by giving me cooking lessons" Isabelle turned away from him and walked towards the pantry, opening it so reveal its contents.

"I'm going to make pancakes" she announced proudly. Jace was spooning food in his mouth but fidgeting as well, looking all around the room trying to take his mind of the object in his pocket.

"What is wrong with you? Seriously ever since yesterday when you got back from training in the park you've been acting all nervous and not yourself. What's going on?" Obviously Jace's fidgeting hadn't gotten past his adoptive sister.

"I'm fine, seriously I just um…"

"um? Really Jace? Um? What is wrong? You never say um!" Isabelle had caught him out, saying um was a rarity for him reserved for when he was scared of nervous. Which both very rarely occurred.

"Isabelle I'm fi-" he tried to reply but was cut off.

"Don't lie to me Jace Lightwood! What the hell are you up to?" Isabelle was leaning over the bench to stare at him with a glare that could freeze hell over.

'I have to tell her or she won't let this go, then she'll ask Clary and then Clary will know something's up. What is it with these girls?' Jace thought to himself. He had no choice, Isabelle would have to be told. He had no other options. Though he hated what he was about to do he whispered,

"I bought Clary a… um… you know… a-" he stammered trying to get the words out staring down at his plate.

"What Jace? A necklace? A car? A freaking ferret? What?" Isabelle was looking at him with an incredulous look obviously not impressed by his lack of confidence.

"I bought her a ah… a ring" Jace looked up to meet Isabelle's wide eyes.

"A what? Like a promise ring, a 'here is a random ring I bought you, a-"

"I bought her an engagement ring Iz. I want her to marry me" Isabelle's eyes were wider than the moon with surprise and shock as if he was proposing to her. She was frozen until a small smile crept along her face and she beamed brightly.

"You know I'm not proposing to you right?" Jace murmured slightly but it seemed Izzy hadn't heard him.

"Oh my Angel! This is so cool! I'm planning everything understand? No way are you getting around this one. Flowers, Flowers, Flowers what kind of flowers does she like? Oh and colours, this is difficiult, white is a Mundie weeding colour but a shadowhunter funeral colour hmmm-"

"Izzy you can't go parading it around so loud" Jace hissed at her, "It's a surprise! Shut it!"

"Isabelle just nodded slightly the excitement bubbling up inside her. Jace knew what she was going to ask but she wasn't opening her lips. After about five minutes of staring at each other she opened her lips slightly.

"Can I-"

"Sure" Jace replied looking around for any sign of Clary. But luckily she wasn't anywhere to be seen. He reached into his hoodie and pulled out the green velvet box that contain the ring that might change his life. If he got the guts to ask her.

-Impulses-

So Isabelle knew and whenever she got the chance to talk to Jace alone which funnily enough was quite often she would bombard him with questions.

'Does Clary want a big dress? Of simpler?'

'What's her favourite flower?'

'big wedding or small wedding?'

'Just wondering about where you want it. I thought a beach scene would be nice'

Blah blah blah. Jace was nervous enough about just asking the question but he'd never thought about all of these details. Maybe this was a complete mistake and he just shouldn't do it.

'But you bought the ring dumbass' a voiced whispered inside his head. Great now he's hearing voices. Why was this so scary? It shouldn't be such a big deal but for some reason it was. It was a massive deal. All he had to do was say, 'Clary, will you marry me?' or 'Clary, would you do me the extraordinary honour of becoming my wife'

'Shit' he thought, 'that's from twilight! Rule that one out!'

There was just so much to think about. "He Iz" Jace asked as they both sat on the lounge room sofa. No one else was in the house so it was safe.

"When do you think I should ask?"

"That's a good question. Lucky for you I already had thought about it and devised a plan. We should throw a party. Your engagement party!" Isabelle clapped her hands together in delight.

"Iz, that ruins the surprise. 'Hey Clary? Want to come with me to our engagement party where I'm going to propose to you?' Yea Izzy, great idea" Jace rolled his eyes slightly but stopped as soon as he saw Izzy's ice cold glare.

"No. We don't tell her it's an engagement party for you two. Everybody else knows that's why they come and then she just thinks it's a party. Then bam you propose she says yes and everyone is clapping. And you say 'I hope you like the engagement party' bam. Done. Sorted" Izzy looked back at the TV.

"So when should we organise it?"

"Oh it's already organised. I knew you'd like my idea and so I've already sent out the invitations for Thursday night. You'd better have a nice Tuxedo"

"Izz" Jace complained, "Thursday is tomorrow!"

"Oh you're right. It's to soon! We'll just have to go shopping now! Get up and grab your wallet. We're going to find you a suit, me a dress and I'll find something for Clary!"

Jace reluctantly got up and followed his sister out the door. Why had he let her do this to him? And worst of all, she had basically cemented the fact that he was ready to propose… tomorrow. Wow, thanks a bunch Iz. He just prayed it all went according to plan. Because if it didn't he'd look like a right fool.

-Impulses-

Jace was staring at the black and slightly grey tux that lay on his bed next to the green box. This was it, Thursday night. He was about to ask Clary to marry him. Shit, Shit, Shit.

He knew Clary would look stunning and he just prayed that he got some burst of energy or adrenaline that pumped the words out of his mouth. He quickly put the suit on and popped the box in his pocket before walking out the door to meet the rest of the group. Seemed he'd been standing there for longer than he'd thought because he was the last one to get to the front door of the Institute. Clary looked stunning, just perfect. He beautiful curvy body was accented by a gold dress that loosely hung around her neck and when she turned he saw the dress was backless showing the pale skin of her back. It swished around at her mid-thigh which was destined to have a sheath hidden with a dagger. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun on the top of her hair and black streams of metal hung from her ears like waterfalls cascading down her face. She was stunning, perfect. She walked over to him and hugged his chest, his arms found their natural place around her waist and he kissed her head. He tried to keep his cool but inside he had butterflies fluttering around his insides. This was going to be one hell of a night.

-Impulses-

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