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JACE
I arrived at John's house after having dropped home briefly to grab some of my stuff, not long after school. Alec had gone straight to John's house and as I knocked on the door to his house I wondered if Magnus might deign to call my parabatai that night. I heard voices from inside and a shout, "I'm coming, Simon," a moment later Clary opened the door and I watched her face fall slightly.
"I think that's the most disappointed any girls ever looked upon seeing me at their doorstep," I said walking through the door and taking in the insides of the house. Painting's littered the walls and empty canvases stood in the doorway.
Clary rolled her eyes at me as she shouted into the lounge room, "JOHNATHAN, BLONDIE'S HERE!" She looked me up and down quickly before adding quickly, "John's upstairs in his room with Alec." She then turned on her heel and I watched her walk over to an armchair and curl up, beginning to draw. She looked over and saw me watching her, but before she could scowl at me, I raced up the stairs to John's room.
"Hello Johnathan," I called merrily down the hallway.
Johns door opened and he and Alec both appeared, "Oh I thought I heard you annoying my darling sister, Blondie." He and Alec both laughed and I shot them a scowl.
I strode up through the door and made myself welcome in John's room, "While on the subject of your sister, what's the deal with her and Simon?" I made an effort not to sound too curious, knowing that John would probably feed me too a demon if he thought I was going to mess with her.
"They're just friends," he said quite firmly, his obvious older brother instincts kicking in, "I think Simon was into her for a couple of years but nothing ever happened… Hey, why are you so interested in her anyway?" he eyed me, evidently trying to figure something out. Alec looked slightly tense, but I ignored it.
"Just wondering. Don't worry, I'm not going to chase after her. I'm not into the green eyed type," I said, looking directly into Johns near replicas of Clary's.
"Good," John said stubbornly.
CLARY
Jace and John were violently playing a video game. They were elbowing each other frantically, trying to knock the other off their game, and I could only roll my eyes at how stupid it was. Alec was sitting on the arm of my chair.
Alec had a similar view it seemed as he kept saying, "I don't get why you guys enjoy this so much. It's so pointless." I noticed that Alec kept glancing at Jace after he said anything. "The real life stuff-"
"Come on Alec, even Clary plays with me sometimes," John interrupted, looking away from the TV for a moment to grin at us. I shrugged slightly but pulled my sketch book up to my face and continued drawing the monster that had been weaving in and out of my thoughts for the past week.
The doorbell rang and I dropped my book, racing to the door.
"SIMON!" I shouted as I flung open the door, I tried not to let my voice fall slightly as I saw- "Izzy, hey how are you?"
"Great thanks Clary. I'm so glad we're doing this, you and I really need to get to know each other better," Izzy said perkily. Simon mouthed an apology over her shoulder, but he didn't look it as he followed her inside, smiling sheepishly.
JACE
I saw Clary walk back in, a blank look on her face. Alec jumped away from the drawing book he and I had been looking at, but I was too slow. Her blank face turned to flaming red, as she stormed over and pulled it out of my hands.
She whispered furiously, "That is private you piece of-"
I cut her off, "Hey, you're really good. Some of these are really realistic I mean…" I trailed off, thinking of the picture of the hellhound that Alec had found and shown me. It was concerning that should could remember so many details, but she would have said something to John if she felt that the demon she had drawn held any reality.
Her anger seemed to shift to embarrassed modesty for a moment, but then she seemed to remember who she was talking to and became snide, "It's private. I'd appreciate if you didn't snoop."
I almost blushed, but I turned away and picked up the game controller.
"So was someone at the door or not?" John asked, saving the room from an awkward silence.
Clary opened her mouth to speak but a familiar laugh reached into the room. Simon and Izzy walked in giggling. I wanted to roll my eyes and punch Simon in the face at the same time. I could see Clary's eyes becoming slightly lost and obviously left out.
I didn't even know why I cared. This girl had a life that I didn't play a leading role in. And that was fine. The Angel knew I didn't want to share the limelight with that dorky friend of hers. But then I saw her blink a few times and a her eyes where left from any emotions, a smile that I would have thought real had I not seen her two seconds ago.