NOTE: This is an AU and OOC Story. You have been warned.
DISCLAIMER: The Mortal Instruments and the Characters are not mine but Cassie Clare's, though the story/plot is.
Okay. Don't freak out, Clary.
Do Not. Freak. Out.
How can I not freak out? I have a guy for a roommate! A guy! And not just any guy, a very hot guy. And I actually remembered how stupid I must've been when I was giving his order in the shop and how much stupid I was asking him stupid questions!
Stupid Clary.
I was pacing around my room and I haven't eaten my dinner yet, so yeah, I am so hungry! Jace is outside and I don't even want to know what he's doing. Watching TV maybe or.. wait a minute... or maybe he went out?
I went to the door and opened just a crack to see if anyone was outside. Looks like he's not here.
Slowly, I opened the door and took one step out of my room. I looked from the door way then across to the other end. No Jace. I guess it's safe to go out then. Maybe he did went out. So I went out of my room and went to the kitchen to find something to eat but I slammed on something hard.
Ok, I am 100% sure that there's no door here.
I slowly looked up and saw Jace, smiling at me. I felt my face turn hot. Damn he's chest was stone hard. Snap out of it, Clary!
"Uh," I realized that I was still too close to Jace and took a couple of clumsy steps backward.
"I was about to call you out. You're fridge is empty."
"It... It is?"
I walked passed him and got to the fridge and opened it. All that was in there were 2 cartons of milk, 1 stick of unopened butter, and 2 bottles of grape juice. Then I remembered. It was grocery shopping day today. Slammed the fridge shut then looked back at Jace who was leaning at the wall.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry about that. I forgot to go to the grocery store."
"That's cool." He said and went out. Well, that confused me. I looked over the cabinets to see if we have some canned corn left.
Ha! Found one!
I took it and then placed it on the counter. I was about to open it when I heard Jace clicked his tongue.
"Tsk. Tsk. There's no way we're eating canned corn for dinner." He said as he tossed me my jacket.
"We're going grocery shopping."
"We're going grocery shopping."
Well, this is a first. I've never done grocery shopping. Well, I haven't really been inside the grocery. Ever.
As we walked down the streets to the grocery store, I realized that I haven't really done anything... well... normal.
I mean, yeah, I got everything what I wanted and it was almost that everything that I wanted was already purchased for me. I didn't go to malls or to the grocery. That's not me. I go to clubs and 5 star restaurants. That's me. But I really got curious to what a grocery actually looks like.
I felt Clary stopped so I looked back to check on her.
"What is it?"
"Oh, uh. Nothing. I just..."
"What?"
"Nothing." She said and continued to walk.
That was definitely not nothing.
But I chose to shrug it off.
"So, Clary. How far is the grocery from our apartment?"
"Uh, about 6 blocks away."
"6?!" That's a really long walk.
"Yeah." She looked startled.
"Why don't we hail a cab?"
"No way! I don't want to use my money for a 20 minute walk."
"Oh, come on, Clary. I'll pay the cab."
"What?" Then she shook her head. "Uh-uh. No! You need to save up your money since you don't have a job."
"I have 5 grand with me."
"You have-!" She was shouting then looked around and came close to me and whispered, "You have 5 grand with you right now?"
"Yes." I took out my wallet and just when I was about to open it, she stopped my hand in doing so. I felt her small thing hands touch my skin. She really is pale, and I can still see some freckles scattered across the back of her hands. She felt warm despite the coolness of the night.
"Are you nuts?! You can't take out 5 grand in the streets. Do you want to get robbed?!" She whispered.
"Sorry." I quickly put away my wallet.
Clary looked really annoyed. When we were in the grocery store, her face was still all crunched up. I honestly don't know why she's so mad. I tried to talk to her and ask what was wrong then thought again, I better let her cool off. She might go all Jackie Chan at me again.
I was so caught up to why Clary was mad when I noticed my surroundings. So this is what a grocery store looks like.
It was spacious and really bright. Like, really bright. There were a lot of aisles with labels hanging from the ceiling. I read some of them, Aisle 1: Picnic Goods: Table napkins, Plastic Spoon, Fork and Knives, Paper Cups and Plates. Aisle 2: Chips. Aisle 3:...
"Whoa."
"What?" Clary turned to me as she got a cart.
"Nothing, there's just a lot of aisles here."
"Well, of course. They need to label the aisle so it'll be much easier for the shoppers to find what they're looking for."
The way she said it, made me feel dumb.
"Come on," Clary started pushing the cart, "we need to buy some food so we can eat."
I just followed her. The first thing we got were eggs then went to the frozen goods area and bought sausages, bacon, nuggets, fish fillet cutlets... Hang on.
"Hey, these are all processed foods, right?"
"Hmm, not really but it's much easier to cook."
I grabbed the cart from here. Now way I'm eat those junks, I need my meat.
"Hey!"
Clary caught the cart and yanked it to stop.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" She raised her eyebrow at me, skeptically.
"I need my meat. I'm getting my meat."
"I don't have budget for that."
"I do. Clary, I'm not dumping those junk in my stomach."
"Junk?"
"Yes, I need my protein... oh and fish and some vegetables too. Maybe some real chicken and not nuggets. You should really eat those kind of foods, Clary. It's good for your health." Then I yanked her arm off of the cart and made my way through the meat section.
So many meat to choose from and just grabbed the meat I could find and placed it inside the cart. I may not be educated in grocery shopping but I do my fair share of cooking.
On special occasions-special occasions only pertains to my grandma's birthday-I would always cook some of my specialty. Back when my mom was alive, my dad would always cook something for her every night. Even if he's busy, he'd always finds the time to make her something special to eat. I'd always watch him until he saw me creeping from behind the counter.
"Do you want to help me chop some onions?" My dad asked and of course I happily said yes.
For a businessman, my dad's a good cook. That was our father-son moment, well that is, until my mom died. He stopped cooking.
I was picking out some fresh fish when Clary appeared behind me with a new cart and picked up the food she got and placed them on the other cart.
"What are you doing?"
"Well, Jace, I don't have the luxury to buy those food and since you don't like the junk I got, we're buying our food separately."
"You know, I can pay for your food."
"No thanks. They're junk anyway." She said and walked the opposite way towards the dairy section. That girl's got quite a temper.
After we finished our grocery shopping, I told her that we should just eat outside rather than walk back to the apartment and cook.
"I mean, it'll take up much time and I'm really hungry."
She just rolled her eyes. Probably a habit.
"Fine. But I'm picking which restaurant we're eating." Clary walked ahead then stopped to turn around. "You're buying."
"That's fine by me." I smirked and she just rolled her eyes at me again and started to walk. Better get used to receive plenty of eye rolling from her.
Clary picked a Chinese restaurant a few blocks away from the grocery. We made our way to the table and settled in. While waiting for the waiter, I thought that I should probably make use of this time to get to know her. She placed the grocery bags beside her and checked what she bought.
"So, Clary, how long have you been living in that apartment."
"Since college." She said still going through the food that she bought.
"Where did you say your school was?"
"I didn't." She picked up a can of creamed corn and counted something with her hands. Probably the counting how many canned tuna she bought. Clary bought plenty of it.
"You do know it's rude not to look at a person while they're talking to you." She stopped counting then looked at me, well, eyed me. She placed the creamed corn back to the bag, sat properly and cleared her throat.
"I'm sorry for being rude Mr. Herondale-"
"Jace."
She smiled tightly. "What is it that you wanted to ask me again?"
"Where-no, why are you like that?" Her eyebrows met in the middle, the look of confusion and annoyance spread across her face.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Why are you so rude to me?"
"I am not-!" When she found herself raising her voice, she stopped, took a deep breath and looked at me. The confusion was gone but the annoyance was still present.
"I am not rude to you. I'm just... I'm also not mad at you, if you're also thinking that. I am mad at my friend who, not only chose to stay with me through this... this... hard time that I'm facing but she didn't tell me that she was moving out. And that they already got someone to replace her and did not even consult to me about it."
It was clear to me that she's holding in her temper. She didn't want to make a scene.
"And the fact that they got a boy-"
"Man"
"Whatever. To come and live with me. Practically a stranger, who's a man, who might even be a rapist-"
"Hey, I am not-"
"And have the nerve to think that I'm okay with this? I love them both. Really-well, not Simon so much but I still love 'em. I'm a good friend-a great friend!" She said, her voice started to raise just a bit and the people who sat next to our table looked at her.
"Hey, redhead. Calm down a little. You can rant on it all night long but can you wait until we get to the apartment before you throw that plate across the table?"
She looked at me then realized that she was firmly gripping on the plate in front of her. Clary quickly let go of the plate and cautiously looked at the people around us. Lucky for her people aren't that starring at her. She mumble something but I couldn't make out what it was.
"What?"
And I swear her face went from pale to tomato red. She dropped her head and said,
"Sorry."
"Sorry."
I looked up at Jace who was putting away the grocery. We didn't talk that much when we ate at the restaurant. We didn't talk when we walked home. We didn't talk while we were in the elevator. How can I when I practically went all the Hulk in him at the restaurant!
To be honest, I'm not really mad at him. He didn't even know and I can't blame him either since Simon haven't told him that he got a girl for a housemate, until he saw me.
The room was really quiet. He was in his room and I was in the kitchen eating a boal of Cocoa Puffs. As I thought of what happened today, I have been a very bad housemate. Jace has been really nice to me. He even paid for our dinner and I just let him be.
Great. What a good first impression to leave for your new housemate, Clary.
It was almost 10 in the evening when I thought of taking a shower. My shift starts early tomorrow since Emma has another emergency again. I grabbed my by bathrobe and my iTouch-just to keep me occupied-and then went straight to the bathroom. It did not occur to me that someone was there until I opened the door and a stark-naked Jace was right in front of me.
He looked at me absolutely mortified and I froze right there and then. I couldn't myself as I looked at him. Naked. Completely naked.
It was until he grabbed a towel to cover himself when I snapped back to my sense.
"Oh my . . . I'm so . . . I . . ." Then I shut the door and run as fast as I could back to my room and locked it.
Why did I just barged into the bathroom without knocking? That was the most stupidest thing I ever did. EVER.
Now Jace won't just think of me as a judgmental freak but a perverted, judgmental freak.
Great just. Great.
Stupidity level: CLARY
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