"Who can tell me what Van Gogh's biggest contribution to art history was?"

No one in the class put up their hand, and Clary couldn't blame them. It was less than ten minutes to freedom, and everyone knew it. The professor gave up on getting an answer pretty quickly, and moved on to talk about how many people today are still inspired by Van Gogh's works, still mimicking the styles he created. Clary knew she should be listening, but she was watching the clock. This was her last art history class before exams, but not only that, it was her last class for her entire second year of university. Clary wasn't sure where the time had gone.

"I will get your papers back to you by email before exams so you can use them for reference," the prof concluded her lecture. "See you then, and don't forget to study."

Clary started packing up her books, and was just turning to leave when she noticed Brett standing beside her.

"Hey," she said casually.

"Hi," Brett replied. He seemed a little nervous, probably about their exams. It always hit students right about now. Clary had planned on going straight home after class, but she wasn't sure if that would be rude, now that Brett had tried to engage her in conversation.

"Umm," Brett began. "I was wondering if you wanted to study together, for exams and stuff?"

"Sure," Clary shrugged. "I'm gonna need all the help I can get. I much prefer practical art to memorizing art history myself."

"Me too," Brett chuckled lightly, bringing his hand up to run through his hair. Clary thought he'd walk away then, but he didn't. The classroom was empty now but for the two of them.

"I'm headed home," Clary said, after a moment, trying not to be rude.

"I'll walk with you," Brett replied. With a shrug Clary turned to leave. To her surprise, Brett kept her company as she started walking home. They talked mostly of class and Van Gogh, but also about the professor herself. The light casual conversation continued up until Clary and Brett found themselves at her turn off.

"Isn't your house that way?" Clary asked, pointing in the opposite direction Brett was facing.

"Maybe," Brett smiled. "But I was enjoying our conversation." Clary laughed. Digging into her bag, she pulled out a slip of paper and scribbled some numbers on it before handing it over.

"Here, text me," Clary said. "And we can keep talking about art history. Maybe even pick a study time." She waved, then turned in the direction of home. "See ya."

"Bye," Brett said back also waving.

Facing forward again, Clary looked down at her feet as she walked the rest of the way home. She and Jace hadn't really talked about what they were doing for the summer this year, though since they were both living in apartments, not dorms, they had a few more options.

Clary turned the key in the lock before she realized the door was already open. Magnus must be home from his shopping trip with Izzy already, or she supposed Alec had just decided to drop by. Clary had long suspected that either Magnus had given his boyfriend a key, or Alec had somehow figured out where they kept their spare one. Clary dumped all her school stuff on the floor in a satisfying way, knowing she wouldn't need to pick it up again anytime soon. Even if she still had exams to worry about, being done class for the year was a nice feeling. Thinking she'd watch some television Clary headed into the living room. She'd picked up the remote and was facing the tv before she heard the couch talk.

"Hello there, Biscuit."

Clary jumped about a foot in the air and spun round. Both Alec and Magnus were laying on the couch with a blanket over them, but everything that wasn't covered, and said blanket was bare as the day they'd been born.

"What the hell guys!" Clary snapped. "I almost sat on you!" It was true. She'd cluelessly been about to sit down on their feet when her roommate had made his presence known.

"You kinda surprised us," Magnus admitted. "I am just glad we heard you come in so we could get the blanket."

"Thank goodness for small favours," Clary whined. Setting the remote down, Clary turned in the direction of the kitchen. "So I am going to avert my eyes. When I look back, you two and that blanket, and hopefully the couch cushions will be in your bedroom with the door shut." She turned away covering her face with her hands and resting her head on the wall. "One-" Clary heard scuffling and laughter behind her as the two lovebirds get themselves organized. "Two, three."

The door clicked shut behind them, and Clary turned around, rolling her eyes. They had indeed taken the couch cushions. Clary was hoping they'd dry clean them… not that she could talk since she and Jace had done it on Alec's couch that one time. Grabbing a spare pillow from the closet, Clary replaced the cushion and sat down to watch tv. About twenty minutes later - Clary didn't want to know what took them so long - Alec and Magnus emerged fully clothed.

"Well, it seems you two had a good afternoon," Clary chuckled at them.

"The best," Alec said grinning. There was something different in that grin, Clary thought. She muted the tv and turned to face them.

"Okay spill," Clary said. "What happened?"

"We had a big fight," Alec said, still smiling which was odd. "Then I asked Magnus to marry me."

"What?" Clary mouthed soundlessly.

"And I said yes," Magnus added, though that was pretty obvious by the situation in which she'd found them.

"Oh my god!" Clary squealed jumping up off the couch and running over to hug Magnus. She wasn't surprised when Alec joined in the hug. Did this make Alec her friend-in-law? Was that a thing? Clary couldn't help, but chuckle at the thought.

"Oh, have you told Jace yet?" Clary asked when they all broke apart.

"No," Alec said. "This literally just happened. I don't think I've even checked my phone since."

"Oh can I tell him?" Clary begged.

"Sure," Alec laughed. Clary suspected nothing could ruin that man's mood at the moment, and Magnus too was glowing with happiness.

"Wait," Clary said slowly as she realized. "Does this mean I have to move out?" Magnus and Alec looked at each other, and seemed to share some short of speechless communication before turning to her.

"No," Magnus said. "Alec is just moving in but he'd be sharing my room. Honestly, I don't think it will be much different with his being here all the time anyway."

"Ah but you will have to give me a real key," Alec chuckled. "Unless you want me to keep using the one in the plant pot outside."

"I knew you knew where it was!" Clary exclaimed.

"Plant pot isn't very original," Alec explained. "I tried under the matt two, but it was still only the second place I looked."

"I need to phone my aunt!" Magnus said hitting his forehead with his hand.

"And Izzy will probably murder me if I don't tell her," Alec said. "Oh, and my parents too."

"This really just happened huh," Clary giggled. "Wow, don't I have great timing." Jumping up and down she added, "Oh do I get to see the ring."

"Umm," Alec said awkwardly. "It was kinda impromptu… I didn't get a ring." He looked a little ashamed of himself, but then Magnus piped up.

"Engagement rings are a social construct that started in the 1930s because of one of the most successful ad campaigns in history. The diamond companies decided people needed to buy more diamonds, and used advertising to create the engagement ring market," Magnus explained in his smart history voice. "But, diamonds have literally no resale value, aren't that rare, and the demand for them was totally manufactured by one company's business monopoly."

"And by this you mean?" Alec asked, slowly.

"You are not allowed me buy me an engagement ring Alexander," Magnus stated firmly.

"Oh come on!" Alec whined, but Magnus was grinning. Clary couldn't help but laugh at the two of them.

"Look at you two," she chuckled.

"What if the ring isn't a diamond?" Alec asked.

"Too many people think that the word marriage has a nice ring to it," Magnus said, sniggering. Alec groaned, covering his face in his hands, but Clary could see him smiling through his fingers.

"What do you call a melon that isn't allowed to get married?" Magnus's puns continued.

"I don't know," Alec replied grinning. "What do you call a melon that isn't allowed to get married."

"A cantelope," Magnus laughed. Clary groaned. She'd been Magnus's friend long enough to know Magnus wasn't done yet.

"It will be an emotional wedding. Even the cake will be in teirs," Magnus said. Barely pausing for breath, he continued. "When the television repair man got married, the reception was excellent."

"Have you been saving these all up?" Alec asked laughing.

"But when the two florist's got married, it was an arranged marriage," Mangus continued, ignoring Alec's question. "The pair of pianists had a good marriage since they were always in a chord." He sniggered at his own joke.

"This isn't going to work out," Alec said with a straight face, or at least Clary suspected he'd planned to deliver the line with a straight face, but it broke.

"Did you hear about the notebook who married a pencil?" Magnus asked. "She finally found Mr. Write." And at that, he broke down laughing too hard to keep talking.

"Shall I rescue you from this torture?" Alec asked her, still grinning as Magnus keeled over laughing.

"Please," Clary replied, chuckling. Alec put his arm around Magnus, and together the two of them went back into Magnus's room, or Clary supposed it was their room now. Getting out her phone, Clary hit Jace on her speed dial.

"Hey," Jace said as the phone picked up.

"Are you are home?" Clary asked urgently.

"Almost why?"

"I am headed there too," Clary said. "See you in a bit." Hanging up the phone, Clary bolted for the door, only picking up her purse on the way out. Moving quickly past lamp post, building, and trees, Clary headed in the direction of her boyfriend. It was a beautiful day for April, with just hints of winter still showing on the landscape. Melting snow piles were dark with dirt they'd picked up all winter, and there was new green on every plant along her path.

As Clary approached Alec and Jace's apartment, she saw the back of Jace's blonde head entering it. Smiling, she ran to catch up.

"Clary?" Jace said turning around to face her in the doorway he'd just left through. "What's going on?"

"Malec got engaged!" Clary yelled throwing herself at him. Jace's arms came around to hold her, and she breathed in his scent.

"What, when?" Jace asked. "Also you know they have like separate names right?"

"Just this afternoon," Clary replied, pulling away to see his face and obviously ignoring his second statement. "I walked in on them 'celebrating' on the couch." She chuckled.

"Well, I guess it's only fair after what we did to that couch," Jace replied, grinning and gesturing to the mentioned piece of furniture behind them.

"Alec's moving in with Magnus," Clary told him.

"Oh man," Jace whined. "But Alec is like the perfect roommate. He's never around, pays for everything, and cooks on the rare occasions that he is home." Clary couldn't help but laugh at that. Moving forward, she seized his lips, in a fiery kiss.

"On second thought," Jace grinned. "There is one roommate that might be preferable."

"Oh really?" Clary asked dubiously.

"Yep," Jace grinned. "Because then I'd get to do this-" He leaned forward, and kissed her again. "And this-" He pulled her in closer, resting his hand gently on her hip. "And this-" Jace found the gap in her shirt, and moved his hands up to cup her bra. "And this-" Jace slid his hands under the wire of her bra, and gently teased her nipple. "Everyday," Jace whispered against the skin of her neck. Clary felt herself shiver.

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Clary asked, breathlessly, both from his actions, and the implication.

"If I'm suggesting you switch places with Alec, then yes, yes I am," Jace smiled, his hand still teasing her as he leaned down to kiss her. At some point, the clasp of her bra became undone as he kissed her until her legs felt like jell-o.

"I love it when you do that," Clary gasped into their kiss.

"Oh?" Jace grinned. "And here I thought it was me that you loved." She hit him playfully.

"Shut up and kiss me," Clary demanded.

"Yes ma'am," Jace replied, lifting her up off the ground a little. Taking the opportunity, Clary wrapped her legs around his hips. Jace had to remove his hand from her breast to hold up her weight, as they moved toward the couch, their lips locked together. She landed with her back against the couch, Jace on top of her so she could keep her legs around him, but her hands free. In this position she could feel him grow stiff, even through his jeans. She had herself pressed up so close against him as he excit her. Moving her hands down, Clary released the pressure, undoing his jeans.

"Don't you have packing to do?" Jace sniggered.

"It can wait," Clary replied, moving her hand down, and trailing her fingers over the sensitive skin above Jace's waistline. She enjoyed his little shiver, before exploring further, and pushing the offending clothing away.

"You're a bad influence," Jace laughed, getting his hands up under her shirt again. He got it off her easily enough, and her bra too since it wasn't done up. Clary gasped as his fingers trailed over her nipples, making them hard. Clary set her sights on getting Jace equally topless, and soon all their clothes fell away. Joining together, they brought each other to completion, and then Clary collapsed on his chest. As their breathing returned to normal, Clary began tracing her fingers over Jace's chest, following the lines of his muscles.

"That tickles," Jace giggled. She was still laying naked on top of him.

"That tickles, roomie," Clary corrected with a smile.

"Speaking of," Jace said. "You have packing to do."

Ha! I got Clace and Malec into this chapter and Sizzy and Malec into the last one. #InterwovenPlotlineGoals. lol.

Also... thanks for all the awesome reviews! There were more guest ones than normal so...

Mridula's Review:
I love u. Best chp everrr. Thanx. I've read all ur works, even seen ur website, but u still manage to surprise me.

My Reply:
Awws thanks! And wow… you've read all that and this is the first time I'm hearing from you! Glad I surprise you. That's great. And thanks for reading my site before it went down. :)

Court's Review:
I'm really suspicious of Brett ... what are you planning?

My Reply:
Ah yes Brett… well… if it isn't clear he has a crush on Clary… and Clary hasn't noticed. Is that what you mean by planning? ^_^

Guest Review:
Yess! I love that they're engaged and no longer fighting and I feel the chapter was actually better without the smut but hey maybe that's just me!

My Reply:
Yay! Someone is happier without the smut… cause I really didn't want to write it. ^_^ I feel like in general my chapters have gotten less smutty lately. Maybe I am getting lazy lol, or maybe smut gets boring after a while, but either way glad someone is happy about it.

Another Guest Review:
Thank you.

My Reply:
Touche. *laughing emoji* Way to take me literally! That's hilarious. Thanks.

And remember I PM back all the non-guest ones. :D so if your review wasn't answered here you should have gotten a direct message from me. If not feel free to message me and complain. ;)

Sneak Peek Chapter 88

"Ready for your exam tomorrow?" Jordan asked, the evening before his first exam the next morning.

"No," Simon laughed. "Are you?"

"Always," Jordan replied, grinning.

"Maia is right about you, isn't she," Simon narrowed his eyes at his friend. "You can ace anything without trying."

"Well, I do have to show up," Jordan disagreed.

"I kinda hate you right now," Simon whined. He was sitting at his desks surrounded by textbooks and wishing he'd started studying about three days ago. The whole thing was putting him in a bad mood.

"Just wing it," Jordan suggested. "Come play video games with me. Maybe we can beat the boss this time."

"I wish," Simon groaned turning back to his books and muttering under his breath. "Stupid test."

Less than a quarter of an hour later, they were interrupted by a knock at the door. Welcoming any excuse to stop reading for a few minutes Simon went to answer the door. To his great surprise it was Isabelle standing before him.

Yes yes I know. Cliffhanger in the sneak peek! How cruel! Don't worry there is a cliffhanger at the end of the chapter too. hehe. Aren't you glad that I that I am addicted to your reviews? ^_^