Jace and I try our best to be quiet as we walk into the large house. I am always blown away by the beautiful off white tile flooring, and the walls that are colored a rich golden color. I glance around the entrance hall, and look at Jace to lead the way. He smirks at me and says, "You look as though you're lost, my dear."

"I'm not lost," I inform him, rolling my eyes as I grab his hand, "I just figured that you would want to lead the way like a proper gentleman, I won't make the mistake of assuming it again."

Jace snorts at my sarcastic snap and says, "Right this way, m'lady."

We walk through the nice sized living room, and into the dining room that has a large window that happens to show a wonderful view of the backyard right beside the carport. We walk past the large rectangular wooden dining table, and crouch down on either side of the window. "You're really going to spy on your best friends?" Jace whispers to me.

"No," I say firmly. "Don't be ridiculous!" I see the relief in his eyes, and it is almost too funny as I squash it. "We're going to spy on our best friends."

His eyes narrow at me and he says, "What makes you think I want to spy on a fashionista and a rat face?"

"The same part of me that thinks that you want to know what's going on as badly as I do," I reply smartly. "Now shut up and start peaking."

Shockingly enough he doesn't bother me again. He peeps through the window before I even get a chance to. Immediately, he drops it, and I notice that the pallor of the skin on his face has turned a little green.

"What's wrong?" I ask, wondering if there'd been something on the window seal that made him sick. I scoot over so that I am level with him and I cup my hand to his face.

"I think I know how Jon feels," Jace groaned. "That's disgusting!"

I frown at him slightly, unsure of what he's trying to say. I decide to risk it and check out whatever was behind the blinds for myself. I crawl over to where he was sitting a moment before. "Don't do it, Clare," Jace warns me. "It's scarring!"

Now I'm nervous, but I pull the white blinds off the window anyway, and Jace groans, either from frustration at being powerless to stop me, or from whatever had made him ill. As soon as I look outside, my mouth falls open, and I numbly let go of the piece of plastic and fall backward until I am sitting with my knees against my chest.

"I tried to tell you," Jace tells me solemnly.

Simon and Isabelle were kissing. No, that wasn't exactly a good enough word for what I'd just seen. I think that Jace would have been able to handle a kiss. I saw them ripping at each other's hair, and since they both had black jackets on, it was really hard to figure out where Simon ended and Izzy began. The thought made me a little queasy. Thankfully I hadn't seen enough to cause permanent emotional damage, but I was pretty sure that I might be scarred for quite a few years.

Of course my imagination was running wild by this time and I am involuntarily summoning mental images of what they were doing as Jace and I sat on the floor with only one wall between us…we were way too close.

"I don't feel so good," I groan, grimacing at Jace.

He looks back at me with the same expression, except there was a certain smugness about his pain. "Serves you right. Next time you'll think twice about skipping out on kissing time with me to be a creep."

I glare at him, and he looks back innocently. "What?"

I stand up and walk back toward the living room. "I need to get my mind off that horrific event I just witnessed," I inform him, feeling my stomach churn.

"You know," Jace says, his voice suddenly back to normal, and he sounded as smooth as he always did. "I happen to be an excellent distraction. Would you like to try me out?"

"It wouldn't be too much to ask?" I ask dryly as I sit on the black leather couch that takes up the back wall.

He is right behind me and takes the middle cushion before he turns to look at me seriously. "Not at all," he assures me. "I promise that I'd be honored to be your distraction."

"That's good news," I inform him as he leans closer to me.

"I bet it is," he whispers. "I happen to be a very dreamy person."

"Glad to know that you think that," I reply as I suddenly slip off the couch and he almost dives headfirst into the armrest. "But, I don't know what that has to do with being a distraction. Do you think we could play something?"

"I figured we were about to," Jace grumbled, looking genuinely put out for a moment. He bounced back quickly, though and smiled up at her. "What else would you want to play?"

I tap my finger on my chin for a moment, thinking hard, and smile as an idea comes to my head.

Izzy and Simon are walking in as we pull out the board game. Both of their faces are flushed, though I have no idea if it's the weather or if it had anything to do with what they were doing outside. I mentally shudder at the thought and immediately look away from my friends. "You both look as though you've seen a ghost," Simon comments as he flops down on the couch. I am sitting on the floor by the coffee table with Jace next to me. Both of our backs are against the couch, and I am right by where Simon was sitting.

"No," Jace says smoothly, "just overzealous PDA."

At his words, both Simon and Isabelle flush deeply. They look down at the floor as though they were children with their hands caught in the cookie jar. I look around, wondering who was going to speak up first, and that was when I realize that no one was. That, of course, meant that it was up to me to break the awkward silence. "You guys want to play Monopoly with us?" I question.

Simon and Isabelle both grin at me, and jump at the opportunity to do something that doesn't involve utter humiliation.

It was maybe three hours later, and Isabelle and Simon had both declared bankruptcy, they'd went into the den to watch a movie, leaving Jace and I alone in the living room. He was ruthless on this game and the idea made me smile slightly as I rolled the dice. Jace and I both only had a little bit of money left in between us, the tensions were running high, and I knew that the game would be over in a few minutes, but the winner was far from obvious.

"So," Jace says conversationally from where he is sitting. We are now facing each other from across the table. All the warmth that I normally feel from him vanished as soon as we began to play the game, and it hasn't come back yet. "What do I get when I win?"

"Who says that you're going to win?" I question.

"My awesomeness, of course," Jace informs me with a roll of his eyes. "You can quit now, and I promise that I won't think any less of you, though I think that I will deserve a bit of compensation."

"Compensation?" I question, raising an eyebrow. "What kind of compensation?"

"A few kisses are in order," he says seriously. "It's hard work beating you and not laughing."

"You talk a lot of trash," I observe before I look down at the dice. I realize that he's already looked down at that is how he knows that he's won. I was going to end up on the railroad, and Jace owned all of them. The rent would be more than I can afford. "I screwed up on rolling the dice," I say, "I demand a redo!"

"No can do!" Jace says, his smirk even wider and his voice almost a singsong.

I glower at him as I move my item, the car, the appropriate amount of spaces. He holds out his hand for the money expectantly, and I mutter, "I don't have enough…."

His grins at me and whispers, "You know what that means, Morgenstern?"

"No," I say sarcastically. "I don't know at all."

"It means that you're a sore loser," Jace observes, raising an eyebrow at me. "I won."

He jumped to his feet and runs around the table to my side. I cross my arms, informing him that I am not getting up. He ignores the gesture and wraps both arms around my waist, pulling me to my feet effortlessly. You will not find how strong he is sexy right now, I scold myself. Of course it doesn't work. I manage a smile at him and he grins even wider. "So…you ready to pay me back for my hard work?"

"I don't know," I sigh. "I don't think I have enough kisses in me."

"I'm sure I can convince you to find more," he informs me as his lips close in on mine. I don't argue after that, content in just letting him take his payment out…I won even when I lost.

Alright! I hope you liked this sappy chapter, because it is probably the last one that I'm going to have for a while. Yes, that means that I have to actually do something about the plot again. Sorry. LOL. On the bright side…we have Simon and Izzy together!

I can tell that you guys don't read ANs. I put the message in the AN at the top two chapters ago about Jace and Clary being together and I still have people asking. So once again, purely for clarification…THEY ARE TOGETHER! :)

How was the chapter? Did you like it? Were their reactions funny like I was trying for? Please let me know if I failed at life and my humor sucks!