Clary
We drive, Will telling me all that I've missed, and I give Jace directions back to Simon's house. As we turn the corner, Izzy passes us and I feel my heart clench. Of course she'd still be here. We pull up a few houses down and get out of the car. Will already has the bags stacked up his arms as he struggles to open and get out the back door.
He eventually manages and I close the door behind him as Jace takes half the bags.
"So, I'm going to go pack my stuff, you two do… whatever you're planning to do," I tell them, unlocking the front door. They rush to the kitchen and I hear the bags being rumpled as they're placed down and things are taken out.
I grab my suitcases and a duffel bag from the hall closet and make my way to the bedroom. The bed is hastily made and there are clothes flung everywhere, some Simon's and some Izzy's. There's a floral suitcase in the corner and rage fills the pit of my stomach. It looks like I'm not the only one moving.
I drop my bags with a thump and scream into the hall, "WILL! JACE!" They come rushing in. Will's eyes land on the suitcase in the corner.
"You're already packed," he makes his way over to grab it when I stop him.
"That's not mine," I grit out. He looks confused.
"Mistress," Jace tries to cover the word with a cough, but Will seems to understand.
Will looks at me sadly. I wave him off, "Just kick whatever you were planning into overdrive," I turn with tears pricking my eyes. I hear a set of footsteps walk out and another approach me. Warm arms coil my waist and hug me close. I sigh and lean back into them.
"I'm sorry Clare-bear. We'll take care of it," Jace whispers to me before pecking my cheek and walking out. Despite everything, I smile. Jace just kissed me, leaving my cheek tingling, and I'm moving in with my best friend.
Shaking my head of the juvenile thoughts, I toss my suitcase on the bed and begin tossing my clothes into the bag, not even caring about wrinkles. I toss all my shoes and toiletries in the duffel, and use the other suitcase for my art supplies and pictures, as well as small trinkets. I didn't have much because Simon didn't like clutter, except for his Star wars stuff.
I roll my bags out into the hall, throwing one more mournful look over my shoulder. I promise myself in that moment, I will never sleep in that bed again. When Jace and Will see me, they each grab a bag and head out to the car wordlessly.
I wander into the kitchen to see all their supplies rationed out in small piles, with small signs in Jace's handwriting signifying the plans for them. I look over to the "?" sign and see a can of red spray paint, a can of black spray paint, and three extra tubes of super glue. Lightbulbs start going off in my head.
Grabbing the can of red and black paint, I rolled them over in my hands. Jace and Will come back in, whispering to themselves.
"What are the plans for these?" I ask, holding them up. Will smirks.
"You're the artist out of the three of us, what do you think?" he asks.
"Have you ever read The Scarlet Letter?" I ask deviously.
"Once or twice," Jace replies.
"Well, then you know exactly what I'm going to do," I slide past the two boys into the bedroom and close the door.
Jace
I stare after Clary until the door closes. Will grabs my arm and drags me over to the kitchen table as he grabs a handful of material.
"I'm going to go put Nair in everything, I'll be back," he states. I laugh and grab the industrial jar of Vaseline. This is going to be so much fun.
Despite my hate for mess, I smear Vaseline on all the mirrors and windows, as well as the doorknobs, making sure to leave the door open until we leave. Next, I grab the jar of mayonnaise and the package of Oreos in the cabinet. I carefully scoop out all the cream, eating some occasionally, and then smear on the mayo. I put the package back in the cabinet.
I walk past the bedroom and hear the feverish spray of the paint cans and decide not to interrupt. I walk into the bathroom to see Will laughing maniacally as he fills another shampoo bottle with Nair. I see he has used all the soap to fill the bathtub and cover much of the floor in bubbles.
Staying in the threshold, I watch as he places everything back in order and walk back towards me.
"I see you've been busy, "
"Oh, you have no idea," he brushes past me, sending a suggestive glance at the medicine cabinet. I follow behind, not wanting to find out what he put in there.
Walking into the living room, he pulls out a small speaker and places it in one of the couch cushions.
"We can now drive them crazy with creepy sounds," he states offhandedly. In that moment, I know Will has been planning something like this his whole life and is finally unleashing everything in his arsenal.
"So, how's Clary doing?" he asks. I shrug.
"I hear the spray paint going a few minutes ago. Do you think we should check on her?" I ask, already heading for the bedroom.
"You go. I'll grab all the bags and empty containers then we'll head out. When she's done though, I want to set up one more thing in the bedroom." Will makes his way into the kitchen and I continue to the bedroom. I hear Will muffled voice as 'where's the damn itching powder?' as I open the door gingerly to see a rather composed Clary smiling wildly to herself.
"Clary, are you okay?" she looks up at me and smiles widely, a mischievous grin on her face.
Clary
After I close the door, I decide to get to work. I dump Izzy's suitcase on the bed and begin grabbing all the shirts. I spray paint a large red 'A' over the front of every single one. I also cut holes in all her skirts and jeans. Her clothes are her children; this will be a big hit.
Then, I super glue all her shoes together, even the $700 Jimmy Choo's she got for her birthday. Next, I grab her favorite, expensive, skin moisturizer and dump the gel out the window, into the bushes. As I do all this, I get a sick satisfaction that only seems to fuel my rage.
I'm near screaming tears as I throw open Simon's closet. I make a quick run back to the kitchen and grab the rather large can of itching powder and a pair of gloves.
I reenter, yanking on the too large gloves and begin throwing handfuls down every shirt and making sure to concentrate on the armpits as well as the front of all his pants. I sprinkle the rest over his socks, undershirts and boxers. I carefully pull off the gloves and drop them next to the empty red paint can with the itching powder container.
Finally, I grab the black paint and spray each of his limited edition action figures and posters. That was just the cherry on top. I drop the can and stare at my work, chest heaving. When the door slowly opens, I turn and smile. Jace looks concerned.
"Clary, are you okay?" he asks, walking farther into the room, examining my work. I nod and smile.
"I think our work here is done," I tell him. As I walk past, I see his stunned face and I pat his chest lightly.
I walk into the living room and see Will lounging in one of the kitchen chairs.
"Hey Clare-bear, have you seen the itching powder anywhere?" he asks.
"Yeah, that has been utilized," I giggle to myself. He looks confused, and then he smiles, looking at me with such a look of brotherly pride. He stands and wraps me in his arms. When he pulls back, he wipes a few fake tears.
"I've never been so proud," he chokes out as Jace and I just laugh. Will laughs too and grabs all the garbage, leaving Jace and I alone.
"You know, that was pretty awesome. What you did," Jace tells me, bumping his shoulder with mine.
"Thanks," I reply, letting what I did just set in and I begin to feel guilty. Simon has been collecting that stuff since he was 15, and Izzy loves her clothes.
"Hey, look at me," Jace whispers, coming to stand in front of me. I look up, tears stinging my eyes, "You feel bad because you are an amazing person, but you shouldn't. They did something horrible to you, and by the way Izzy made herself at home, they obviously weren't feeling as bad," he tells me.
"I know, her clothes were in there," I say weakly.
"And all her girly makeup and soap was in the bathroom," Jace tells me. It was probably to make me feel less bad, but it did quite the opposite. They really didn't care what they did to me? Have they no decency to at least wait until I got my stuff?
I choke on my sobs and launch myself at Jace. For the first time, I really lose it. I sob with ugly, dying noises coming from my throat. They are filled with anguish and complete betrayal. I clench onto Jace's shirt as my tears soak the material. His arms hold me tight, but he doesn't say anything. He just allows me to let it all out.
A few minutes later, I'm sniffling lightly as I look up and his eyes meet mine. His are filled with tears, a few spilling over. I wipe them away with my thumb and he leans into my hand.
"Why are you crying?" I ask softly.
"Because, you have no idea how hard that just was. To hear you cry so broken heartedly. To be filled with so much pain hurts. Every cry was like a stab to my heart because I care so much about you Clary," he tells me. I'm taken aback. Jace has never said anything like this before.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, I love you Jace," I lean my head back on his chest and he rests his chin on it.
"I love you too kiddo," he whispers. We stand like that for a few seconds until Will comes in.
"I love both of you!" he yells and pulls us into his chest. I giggle as Jace tries to squirm away from his cousin. I on the other hand welcome his extra warmth and cuddle closer into the two boys.
"Why can't you love me like Clary loves me?" Will yells at Jace mournfully.
"Well, she doesn't," Jace says dryly. Will and I both gasp. I pull his head down to my chest and stroke his black locks. We must look ridiculous considering Will is a foot taller and has to bend rather far to assume this position.
"I love my Willy!" I yell indignantly. I feel Will chuckle as he wraps his arms around my waist and throws me over his shoulder.
"I love you too Clare-bear," he chuckles.
"Yeah, yeah, love is in the air, I think we should start le-"Jace is cut off by a high pitched scream from the hallway. Will turns to look, making me have to turn my head. Standing there is Izzy, with lots of Home Goods bags.
"Is this her?" Will whispers. I nod.
"Slut," he coughs, "Sorry, I was clearing my throat," he amends. She looks shocked.
"Well, we will be going," Jace says, walking past us all, grabbing Will by the arm and forcefully dragging him out with me still over his shoulder.
"Clary, wait," Izzy says. I start to panic.
"GO! Go RUN!" I yell as Will. He complies and takes off like a dart, Jace sprinting after him. He sprints down the block, me bouncing over his shoulder, laughing wildly.
"I shall save you fair maiden," he yells. I laugh even harder. Izzy tries to follow, but just isn't fast enough in her six inchers. Will puts me on my feet only to shove me into the back seat. He slams the door and yells 'Shotgun!' as Jace rushes over and gets in the driver side.
We race down past the house. I wave mockingly at Izzy only to flip the bird as we pass. I collapse into the seat and smile to myself before the dread and pain seeps in. She saw us. I saw her. This could go very bad.
"Well, that was fun," Jace says, I can see his smile in the mirror.
"What a bitch," Will mumbles from his seat, "With all those Home Goods bags. Personally, I like Clary's collection of ceramic cats on the mantle and owl dish towels.
Author's Note: We got some fluff, some fun, and lots of WILL! Hope you liked it.