I love you all! I even made a top A/N, which I never do to express this. Your reviews have made me laugh all day today…even through school when I'd check my email. All of your theories about Sebastian are what is getting to me. I've gotten a few saying that he is trying to break them up, others are saying that he is gay, and others are saying more specifically that he has a crush on Jace. So I have concluded that the majority of you all think that he is trying to break them up because he is gay and wants Jace all to himself…completely understandable. Anyways, no, he does not have a crush on Jace. But nice try. LOL!

As I finish cleaning up the bathroom, I am struck by just how relieved I am that Magnus told me that I wouldn't really have to worry about Sebastian making any advances on me. I don't know why this pleases me, but I imagine it has something to do with the fact that I really don't want any added drama in my life at the moment.

Mine is pretty full of everything that I could possibly want out of it.

I throw the last of the soiled rags into the trash and head out of the door, actually feeling a lot better. I am not sure if I am completely cleared up on the whole Jace-and-me thing, but for some reason I feel surer of myself after talking to the glitter enthusiast. That is definitely a plus.

As soon as I walk into the living room, I see Jace and Jon are now sitting on the love seat as they watch Alec shoot someone that looked as though they had Simon's Xbox account name. Of course they would be playing each other and not even be in the same house. Magnus is between the Lightwood siblings, talking to Isabelle about something quietly, pausing the moment that Alec managed to kill poor Simon to give out a loud woot of approval to his boyfriend.

I move to go and sit on the chair, but Jon hurriedly stands up. "You can sit here, Clary," he says. "I…I'm sorry about earlier, it was really stupid and dangerous of me." He looks at me with wide green eyes, almost giving me a puppy-dog face as he says, "You're not mad at me, right?"

"You only maimed Jace," I say as I walk over to him, stopping as I reach the armrest that Jace is using. "What's there to be angry about?"

I see both of them wince at the same time. Jon actually looks genuinely upset, as though he doesn't realize that I am joking, and Jace places a hand over his heart and says, "Really, Clary, there's only so many stinging comments that my frail heart can take from you!"

I roll my eyes at Jace and lightly hit him over the back of the head. I look at Jon and say, "I'm not angry. You guys were just having fun and screwed up. It happens." I take a step past the armrest and pat Jon on the shoulder. "Besides, you big oaf, it isn't as though me being angry at you could possibly harm you…you're like three times my size."

Jon smiles at me as he mutters, "You sound like that mattered any other time that you were mad."

"When you say it like that it sounds as though I am angry at you all the time," I say as I settle down on the couch beside Jace, curling up against him. To my surprise, he doesn't hesitate in wrapping an arm around me and holding me close to him.

"It feels like it," Jon defends, his voice playful as he walks to the recliner. He pushes it back so that it is almost laying in it and I am now aware of why he was being so generous with the seating arrangements.

"I only get mad when you guys are doing something stupid," I defend, "Which means that the majority of the time, you're both acting like idiots."

"Can you keep this one between you and Jon?" Jace asks me, his voice resembles a child. "I don't feel like being insulted anymore. My poor ego can only take so much!"

"Sorry," I say sarcastically. I wrench one of my arms free and pat the top of his head. He looks at me, his expression so dry that I cannot stop myself from laughing lowly. "You're so cute sometimes," I say with a smile. I falter slightly, before I see Jace's eyes light up as though I have told him that Christmas is coming early. I can't help it, I feel a longing in my stomach, and know that I am doing the right thing as I lean up and close the distance between us.

Of course, since we are in a busy living room, with one of the occupants being my brother, I do not make it a lengthy kiss. It is simply a small peck on the lips, but it is enough for right now. I rest my head on his shoulder as he holds me even more tightly, content to just sit there for the next eternity. Of course my moment of bliss is just that…a moment. I hear Jon groan something about being sick to his stomach while Magnus and Izzy both whistle at us. I roll my eyes at them as I decide to myself that I may or may not have the smallest, most microscopic crush on Jace Herondale.

That night no one really stays up to watch a movie considering the fact that Simon isn't here and Izzy is scheduled to go on a date with a guy from our school named Meliorn. I've heard of him from a few places, and as far as I know he is a part of the crowd that hangs around with Seelie Queen and Kaelie Whitewillow. I don't really judge him for being friends with who he is friends with because he's his own person, but normally friends can tell a lot about who a person is. Of course there's that part and the fact that he's stealing my friend away from my other friend…they're freaking perfect for each other, and I will not allow this to stand! Of course I can do nothing about it personally, but I can mentally banish him to Azkaban…that sounds harsh enough. I'm sure that the dementors could have a ball with him there!

I am sitting on one of the bar stools in front of the stove again, watching Jace cook as this goes through my mind. Of course, I am constantly getting distracted by the amazing aromas that are coming from whatever he has under the lid of the small black pot that is closest to me. They smell heavenly. I am salivating so badly that I may start drooling in a moment, something that Jace probably won't find very attractive. The fact that I am thinking about what he might or might not find attractive unsettles me slightly, and I banish the thought as I go back to thinking about Simon and Isabelle, enjoying the fact that Jace could actually allow for a companionable silence to drift between us for more than five minutes.

"What do you think about Meliorn?" I ask suddenly. It is obvious by the way that Jace stiffens slightly that I have startled him from the abruptness of my question.

It takes him only a moment to compose himself. He looks up at me, his golden eyes glittering in thought as he contemplates my question. "I don't really know," he admits after a moment. "I don't know him all that well, and I don't think Isabelle does either." He goes quiet for a few breaths before remarking, "From what I've heard from a few of the others that know him a bit better, like Julian Blackthorn, who's distantly related to him, he said that he can be a snob most of the time."

"Are there any redeeming qualities about him?" I ask, looking up at him with pleading wide eyes, as though begging him to humor me and my questions.

He does without any complaints. "I guess the girls say that his looks are what make everyone like him," Jace shrugs. "I mean he isn't as stunningly handsome as I am, but that only comes around once in a lifetime, but the female population will take as good as it can get, I guess."

I am so used to his arrogance that I almost completely ignore it, allowing myself a small snort before saying, "I don't understand why Izzy's doing this!"

Jace chuckles softly and walks around the stove so that he's beside me. "You sound like disapproving parent. Don't worry about her or Simon."

I look at him with wide eyes. "How…."

"I know you, Clary," he says quietly. "I figured that you knew that by now." He throws an arm over my shoulders and says, "Go and talk to her. She'll probably give you a better answer than I can. You're not getting any just fuming over it."

"I'm getting a lot further than you'd think," I inform him defensively.

"Are you?" he asks, dropping his arm so that it glides over my back and is resting on my shoulder, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against the bare skin of the upper arm that is exposed by the wide strapped tank top that I have on. "What have you deduced, Detective Clary?"

I look at him with slightly widened eyes, wondering when his voice had gotten that husky. Oh my God, it is so sexy…. I snap myself out of that thought process before it can get too far, because too far would be dangerous, and I was about to set foot on some very dangerous territory. "I have decided that I am going to send Meliorn to Azkaban," I blurt out. It is the only safe thought that I can remember in time to save my ass…though of course it makes me look and sound like an idiot.

Jace looks at me for a moment before chuckling and before I can say anything indignant about him laughing at me, he leans down and brushes his lips lightly against my forehead. This wipes away any form of rational thoughts from my mind and I am brought back to Clary's La La Land. This time though, it is Jace that takes me there. It's a nice place to be, but while I'm there, I tend to act brain dead. Jace might think something's up if I'm suddenly unresponsive.

"That sounds like a great idea," he mutters to me quietly. "Let me know when you find Hogwarts too, and we can both go there for a few semesters."

"We're muggles," I inform him as I stand up from my stool, grateful that I am actually able to form coherent sentences. "We can't go."

"I don't know," Jace says to me quietly as his hand falls back to his side. "You're pretty magical."

"That was so cheesy," I complain, but I can't stop the corners of my lips from curving into a smile.

"You loved it," he shoots back at me, his smirk is a knowing one that makes me sigh inwardly. Some things about Jace will never change.

I find Isabelle in the guest room that she had all to herself. She is standing in front of a full length mirror that I know is supposed to be hanging in my room. I decide to ignore this in favor of all of my other worries about her. "So," I say as I walk in and close the door behind me. "Hot date?"

I already know the answer, but it is reinforced by the tight-fitting black dress that she is wearing that goes down to just above her knees. It is strapless, but I can see the cardigan that she has lying on the bed, just waiting for her. I take in the tall heeled shoes that are sitting beside the borrowed mirror, and the makeup that is scattered around the nightstand that's pulled away from its spot beside the bed to where it is currently resting beside Izzy, in front of the mirror.

"Yep," she replies, popping the p at the end of the word. She has mascara in her hands and is touching her eyes up with the stick. "Some of us are still searching, you know."

"I can respect that," I lie as I walk over to sit on the bed directly behind her. I clasp my hands on my lap as I look up at her, thinking to myself that she clearly needs and intervention. "But, I was under the impression that you were really close to finding Mr. Right."

"Yeah," Isabelle sighs, "I thought so too until I realized that Mr. Right is too oblivious." She shrugs. "I don't think it was meant to be. I've made it pretty obvious how I feel about him, Clare." She turns around to look at me as she sets the mascara back on the table. She straightens back up, her head held high. "I'm done waiting on him to make a move when clearly he isn't interested in me enough to even try."

I look at her sadly, wondering how I had such idiots for friends. "Iz—"

"I appreciate what you're trying to do," she says to me, cutting me off as she walks briskly over to the side of the bed. She kneels down for a moment before straightening back up with a makeup bag and a small purse. "It isn't needed, though. I'm not about to wait around and have my heart stomped on by Simon."

"So you think that Meliorn is the solution?" I demand. "Not to sound bitchy, but he's a jackass with his head so high in the sky that he won't ever actually see anyone other than himself."

"You don't know him," Izzy defends.

"And you do?" I ask, standing as I place my hands on my hips demandingly.

"I know Si," she says after a minute. "I don't know Meliorn, but maybe if I try and get to know him, Simon might just wake up and realize that I'm not going to wait around forever, and if he doesn't…then at least I do have a hot date."

There it is! I hope you all enjoyed to the max! What do you think about Izzy right now? What should Simon do? Did you like the Jace/Clary moment(s)? There shall be more in the future! Keep the reviews coming in! They make my day, thought that I would let you all know that. I have already surpassed 300! How awesome are you all?! And the person that reviewed about Alec playing COD…I was waiting for someone to! I mean, does anyone else have a hard time seeing that?

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