"Do you ever have that feeling that you're just going to slip up?" Jon asks me as we sit on the couch of his living room. I came back to his house with him after all of us went to mine for Simon to suck up to Izzy. It's maybe seven o'clock and Clary is upstairs in the shower.

"I'm infallible, remember?" I ask him, trying to keep my voice as cocky as possible to hide the concern that is beginning to creep up. I refuse to acknowledge that Clary is beginning to turn me into some kind of mushy girl.

Jon snorts and shakes his head at me. "I'm serious, Herondale," he says, his voice coming out as only a mumble this time. "Have you ever felt like that?"

"I imagine that you're talking about with another girl," I say, raising a curious eyebrow. Jon nods in confirmation. I sigh at this, suddenly feeling slightly tired. "All the time, actually," I say.

"Is it bad that knowing that I'm not the only one who's worried about that makes me feel better?" he asks.

"Not at all," I assure him with a laugh. "It just means that you're honest." He looks at me, and I curse the fact that he has his sister's eyes…it makes the fact that I've been dreaming about them slightly awkward. It also means that when he looks at me like he's worried, it reminds me of Clary, and I feel awful. "Jon," I say, "you're a great guy. Any girl would be lucky to have you. I don't understand where all of this newfound insecurity has come from."

"Not all of us are perfect," Jon informs me defensively. "I don't know Camille as well as you know Clary. Besides, I'm not as confident as you are." Jon looks over at me and says, "I'm afraid that one day I'm really going to screw up…like majorly screw up, and she's going to realize that I'm not good enough for her."

"I don't get it, Jon," I say. I frown slightly at him, feeling more like a therapist than I ever had. "What could you possibly do to screw up? You like her, don't you? I don't see why you would do anything stupid to risk that." While I'm speaking, I feel something in my stomach drop slightly and swallow, my mouth suddenly feeling dry. An image of Clary's smiling face flashes through my mind for some reason, and then it changes to one of her upset and crying. I feel my face tighten slightly, and fight to keep it neutral.

"The way that I see it," Jon says. "I'm still me, just like you're still you, and everyone else is still themselves. No matter what's going to happen, we're still each other and I know that I'm a jerk normally to girls, so even if I'm taking this reprieve away from that part of me, there's no telling when it'll just come zooming back in."

His words hit me like a sledge hammer. I open my mouth, but no words come out, but I'm pretty sure that's because I have no idea what to say. The same scenario is running through my head with Clary and the thoughts are horrifying. "I don't see this happening," I protest weakly to him. I know that what I'm saying is pathetic and probably has absolutely no affect on his steadily deepening guilt, but the look on his face is slightly more hopeful. I don't have it in me to tell him about my worries, mostly because mine happen to be related to him. He might just murder me while I was sitting on the couch and not think twice about it.

"That makes one of us," Jon says quietly as he leans back. He looks at the television, which is turned off. I figure that he is about to watch some TV, and I'm not sure if I would be grateful for the noise or not. He doesn't turn it on, however. He just stares blankly at the other side of the room, his face set in an almost pouting mask. I want to offer him some kind of comfort, but I'm not sure how. I am into much distress over my own impending problems to even start thinking about Jon's.

"The thing is," Jon confides in me quietly. "I don't even really care about how much it's going to hurt me when she figures out that she's way too good for me." He clenches his hands into fists as though the thought of what he did care about was almost too much for him to handle. "I don't know if I can take how hurt she might be when she finds out."

"Jon," I almost protest, not liking how much what he was saying was starting to paint pictures of Clary in my head. "You're not going to screw up, and she's not going to get hurt."

"Not everyone's like you, Jace," Jon says miserably. "I doubt that I'm actually completely changed for the better. The old me will probably rear his ugly head sooner or later." He looks over at me and his eyes are more dim than I have ever seen them, and I can almost imagine Clary in the same expression because of me. The thought makes my heart contract painfully and I have to force myself to keep my eyes trained on Jonathan. I want nothing more than to bury my face into my hands and quite possibly scream until all of my sudden problems are no more. I can't though; all I can do is sit there and look at him with a neutral expression like an idiot.

"You're Clary's brother," I finally say quietly. "You're more prone to change than I am. No one related to her can be a bad person."

Jon snorts at my attempt to cheer him up and groans dejectedly. "Somehow I don't believe that. I think that you're biased."

"No," I insist, feeling my heart grow heavier with each word that I utter. "I'm not."

"Is there something wrong, guys?" I hear Clary ask, her voice is coming from beside me at a distance.

I turn and see her standing on the staircase in a pair of gray cotton pajamas. Her hair is still damp as is cascades down her shoulders in ringlets. The way that she smiles concernedly at me makes me feel as though I am the only person that has her attention in the world and it also makes me feel even worse.

"Nothing's wrong, Clare," I assure her with a smile. I am pleasantly surprised that my voice comes out as easy and casual as it does. "I'm sorry that I can't stay any longer, but Maryse told me that I needed to be home before ten." It is a lie, but seeing as it's nine forty-five already I doubt that they will question me. Clary looks disappointed and I feel guilty about how much that pleases me.

"If you would have told me that," she said almost, "I would have waited to shower."

"Then I would have missed out on the chance to see you like this," I inform her. I walk over and take a strand of her hair in my hand. I look at it as I twirl it around my finger, not sure if I can look her in the eyes and keep up my act. "This is too cute for me to miss out on."

I hear her snort at the same time that Jon groans. I lean forward, still not looking her in the eyes and press my lips against her cheek. I know that one on the lips is out of the question with her brother in the room. I linger on her skin longer than normal because being around her muddled my thoughts up and at the moment I didn't really like how clear mine were becoming.

"Goodnight," I say to her quietly. "I'll try and stop by tomorrow."

"Be sure to," she says, wrapping her arms around my neck. She doesn't have very much difficulty because of her position on the bottom stair, and pulls me against her for a hug. I don't protest. If anything, I hold her even more tightly than she holds me and inhale deeply, taking in as much of her scent as I can. "Good night, Golden Boy," she whispers in my ear, pressing her lips to my cheek as well.

I pull away from her and smile at her, knowing that it is what she is looking for. When I see that she is pleased with it, I wink at her and turn around. I see Jon making fake puking motions on the couch and can't even find it in myself to be amused. I wave at him before making it to the door. I open it and step outside and as soon as I close the door it is as if I have severed the connection between Clary and myself. The pain is almost too much to bear.

Well…this was about the most depressing piece of work that I've ever published…you guys really like angst, don't you? I hope you all liked it, though! I know that I'm doing the talk between them at school about Clary, but other than that…anything else that you all want? I don't know if I over looked a request. And yes, I did see the one that suggested chapters 1-29. That was sweet.

If you haven't checked it out: Snowed in is up! I just updated the third chapter today! Go ahead and give it a read and tell me what you think.

Lastly…how did I do in Jace's POV? Was it any good? Lemme know what you all think 'cause it makes my day :).