AN: Thank you for the lovely reviews! They made my day! Also, I have to say, 'John Wick'….Awesome freaking movie! Now on to the story….
Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns all Mortal Instruments characters used in this story.
I am holding onto the stair rail as I race up the stairs. I turn to the left and head into the living room to talk to Jace. Sure enough, there he is, sitting in one of the blue armchairs with the TV remote in his hands. He has a hockey game on and I get distracted by it for 30 seconds before I remember what I came up here to do.
I walk behind him and while he's zoned out, I grab the remote from his hands and place it on pause. Jace shouts, "Hey!" and tries to grab it back, but I run into the casita and wait for him to come in after me…and he does. I shut the door after he gets in the room and he turns to face me. "You do realize you just trapped yourself, right?" Jace crosses his arms as he says this and I scoff. "You do realize you just walked into my trap, right?" I mimic his expression and his actions as I say this. His eyes widen and he sighs. "Yes, Clary?"
"You obviously know what's happening with Izzy and Simon, don't you?"
"Yes," he responds and rolls his eyes.
"You know what the plan is, right?"
He once again responds, "Yes," and rolls his eyes.
"I heard you weren't going to help…think very carefully about how you answer this," I state, my voice a scary calm.
"That's right, I'm not going to help," he says stubbornly. I narrow my eyes at him and say, "Don't make me force you, Jace."
He scoffs and asks, "How do you plan to do that? You are like…1 foot smaller than me."
I smirk a very evil smirk and I see him visibly gulp. I slowly walk over to where he's standing and because of my height; I have to push him to sit on the bed to reach his ear. When he finally gets to the height I can reach his ear at, I whisper, "I will tell everyone the story of when we were at the park back home and you pushed an old lady out of the way because a duck was waddling towards you."
His face drops a little, but he still isn't breaking. "If that won't get you," I continue, "Then how about the time you were so hammered that you actually ran down 5th Ave. naked with antlers strapped to your head." He looks absolutely horrified and then says, "You have nothing to prove it."
"Oh, I don't?" I take out my phone and go to photos, "Then what is this?" I show him my phone and his face drops even farther when he sees that I have video evidence. "You know what Clary," he says this as he stands, "You are taking time away from me helping Rat-Boy try to gain back Izzy, so I must be going." With that he leaves and I hear him sprint down stairs.
With a satisfied smirk I walk out of the casita and turn the corner around the front door (they always leave it wide open) and I knock on the door to Izzy's closet. It takes Izzy a good minute to open the door and I don't ask why…I feel like I already know the answer. She has a sad expression on her face for a split second before she sees it's me. "Hey, Clary," she says happily as she leans against the door.
"Hey, Izzy! I-uh…heard about what happened with Simon," I say cautiously. Her face softens for a couple seconds and then it hardens and she says stubbornly, "I don't want to talk about him." She starts to close the door and I stick my foot in between the door and the wall to stop her from shutting it. It's not an easy task, but eventually I get her to open the door again.
"Iz, I wasn't suggesting that we talk about it. I was suggesting that, since it's still foggy and we can't see farther than 15 feet in front of us, we have dinner in the garage. Just you and me. We can talk about anything you want to. And…dear Lord, give me strength," I mumble before sighing as I continue, "I will let you dress me up…but not too dressy since we are going to be in the garage."
She doesn't even take a second to think about it before I am pulled into her room. She lets out a squeal as I am pushed onto her bed. She races into her closet as I look around the room. The bed is dark blue with white polka dots covering it. From what I can see, her actual closet is filled to the brim with clothes. Even though her closet looks full, that doesn't stop clothes from being thrown on every possible surface in this room. There's even clothes on the wall mounted TV and the lamps on the nightstands.
"Wait," Izzy pokes her head out of the closet, "What about Magnus? Shouldn't we invite him too? I'll go get him." She starts to walk out of her closet and heads towards the door. I jump off the bed and stand in front of her with my arms spread wide. "You can't," I say hurriedly.
"And why is that," she asks and crosses her arms.
"Because I already went up there to ask and the door was shut. I'm not about to interrupt that."
"Whatever, I'll go up there," she moves my arm out of the way as she says this. "What if you run into Simon on the way up there?" She freezes as I say this. I realize it's a low blow, but the plan won't work if she starts walking around the house looking for Magnus.
"I'll ask him later when we get to the garage and have everything set up," I try to reason with her and miraculously, she agrees. I sit back down on the bed and Izzy begins her work.
~.o.O.o.~
I check my mint green wristwatch and see that it's 7:30. "Done," I hear Izzy say above me. I stand and go into the bathroom so I can see what Izzy did to me. My dark crimson hair has been straightened and I am shocked that Izzy went for the more natural look for my eyes. I have a medium cat eye with beige eye shadow and the perfect amount of mascara to go with it. My lips have a pinkish hue to them and she left my cheeks untouched so you can still see the freckles across my nose. I am wearing white skinny jeans, a white crop top with red flowers that has flowy straps around my shoulders, and brown fringe sandals. "Wow, Izzy this is great!"
"I know, I'm amazing," she says as she starts to mess with herself now. "Hey Iz," I say trying to move this to the second part of the plan. "Yeah," she asks and she stops the mascara brush 2 inches away from her eye. "Would you mind if I tried?" She looks terrified. "Yes, I like my eyes and being able to see. You don't know how to apply makeup, so why don't you tell me what you'd like me to put on myself and I'll do it…but if it's a god-awful combination, I'm taking it off."
"Okay," I agree and grab the eyeliner. "Only under your eye." She complies and I grab the liquid eyeliner. "Thin at the beginning, thick towards the end, thin coming off the eye." She does it perfectly and I grab the bronze sparkly eye shadow. "Only under the eye," I say again. I watch as she puts it on and then I grab the brown eye shadow. "Where your eyelashes start, faint along the top and finish the cat eye's curve upwards." It's coming together perfectly and I grab the gold eye shadow. "Just on the eyelids," I tell her and then grab the mascara. I don't need to tell her what to do with this and she does it.
"Okay, that's not so bad. Now what?" she asks. I grab the red lipstick and hand it to her. She applies it with ease and I hand her the blush. She applies it like she's been doing this forever, which I guess she has. "Done with the makeup," I tell her and she finally gets a good look at herself.
"Wow…this looks really good. What are you going to do to my hair?" I am about to respond when she cuts me off. "I will allow you to do my hair, just so long as it doesn't involve anything hot."
I laugh, "It won't. Now sit still." I pull her hair into a side braid and she nods her head. "Okay, this really isn't so bad. What about the clothes though?" I turn around and walk into the closet and throw her some black heels and a red dress.
"Ready to go?" I ask her when she's dressed. "You don't have that bad of taste Clary, how come your closet looks like…well, your closet?"
"These are clothes from your closet…they all go together in some way. It wasn't that hard to choose," I tell her and we link arms as I lead her towards the stairs. I hold onto the black wooden rail and when we reach the bottom of the stairs I realize that I need to check on the plan really quickly. "Izzy, I think I saw your phone in the laundry room when I was looking around earlier," I tell her.
"I was looking for that! Thanks, Clary," she lets go of my arm and turns left while I turn right and stand in front of the garage door. I pull out my phone when I see Izzy go in the laundry room. I start to text Jace and hope he responds quickly.
New Text Message to: Jace
Is it ready? –C
Five seconds later I get a response.
Yep. –J
Good cuz we're right outside the door. –C
I put my phone in my back pocket right as Izzy comes out of the laundry room. "Ready," she asks and I respond, "Yep." Izzy reaches the door before me, even though I'm standing right by the door, and she opens it for me. I step into the garage and Izzy steps in after me. The moment the door shuts, we are plunged into complete darkness. "Clary, you stepped right by the light switch. Do you think you could turn it on? There's a step somewhere in front of me and I don't really want to trip on it."
"Of course," I say and flick the light switch on. Izzy gasps and her hands cover her mouth. She looks like she's about to cry and I don't blame her. I imagined how the garage would look, but I didn't think it would look like this. There are fairy lights all over the ceiling, giving the garage a romantic feel. I smile as I look up at them and then I look across the room. There are three tables set up with a white table cloth on them, touching the floor. The floor has red rose petals all over it. There's even some music playing in the background.
In front of the first table is Simon. He's in a tux shirt and jeans and is holding a rose in his hand. He starts coming towards Izzy and since I'm standing close to her, I take that as my cue to give them privacy. I step up on the driveway and head towards where Magnus is. "You really went above and beyond Mags. This is amazing. Thank you," I tell him and then I get a look at Izzy's black G-wagon. There are fairy lights and roses on that too. "This is only possible because you thought of it, so thank you Biscuit." Magnus pulls me into a hug and I can already feel the glitter on me.
When Magnus releases me he gets a good look at me. "Wow, you look amazing!"
"Thanks. This was part of the plan though. I had to let Iz dress me up so I could dress her up."
"Alright, we already have dinner on the table so I'm going to eat," Magnus says and then goes to sit at one of the tables. I see Alec a few feet away from me and I head over to where he is. "Thanks for your help, Alec. This wouldn't have been possible if you didn't help too."
"I was happy to help. I hate seeing Izzy like that," he says and then walks over to the table where Magnus is sitting. I look over at Simon and Izzy and see that they have moved over to the middle table. I smile to myself and think about how perfect this has gone. I don't think the night could get any better…but it does.