Hey everybody, how are thing? School for most of you guys going good. I can tell you right now, my first year of high school is kicking my butt. I have had 3 projects in the past weeks so that is why I haven't gotten around to updating. I will have a big surprise for all of the people that read the entire thing.

So read and enjoy my little minions. Sorry if this is a little weird, I'm listening to Daniel Sloss right now. This guy is freaking hilarious. I love him so much.

They left after about twenty minutes. I felt like they have completely changed my face and made me look like one of the supermodels out of a magazines or one of the girls that have a botched plastic surgery. I reached around for a cotton ball or anything.

"What do you think that you're doing, Clary?" Jace asked me

"Taking this slut makeup off, you really think I was going on stage with this whore makeup. My first national TV appearance and I don't want to look like a street walker." I rub viciously at my face; try to erase any trace from my face.

"Ease up, Clary. You're going to rub your skin off." He took the cotton ball and dipped it in the water bottle. He brought it back up to my face and lightly brushed it across my face. His eyes only left mine when he brushed the cotton over my eyes.

His hands stayed on my face even after I knew he was done. He traced the outline of my eyes and temples. I let a gasp slip from my mouth, drawing his attention to him. His thumb tab brush across my lower lip and his index traced my upper.

"Look at me Clary," He said. I opened my eyes and his mouth was only a millimeter away from mine "I like you a lot better this way. The makeup just takes away your beauty."

I was about to talk when closed our almost nonexistent gap. He brushed his lips against mine in a slow seductive movement. God, this is freaking heaven. His hands snaked around my waist and pulled me deeper into the kiss.

My hands linked into his hair, stroking the soft silk that rested there. His lips pushed hardly against mine, I freaking loved it. His teeth bit down on my bottom lip, causing me to gasp loudly. His tongue snaked into my mouth, filling every crevice. His breath tasted like mint and chocolate.

He pulled away from me, my heart racing with the sting of lose. His breath blew into my face, tickling my ears and nose.

"You know that I never thought that I was going to be able to do that with Izzy or Simon always training you around. I glad that I did." He said in my face.

"Did it live up to your imagination?" I asked bravely

"Infinitely over my expectations, one could only dream of a kiss like this."

We sat on the couch for the rest of the time, snuggling up and whispering words of love in each other's ear.

Time break time break time break

"Miss. Fray and guest, it's time for you to get on stage." A voice said form outside of the door.

We peeled ourselves out of our comfortable embrace and Jace whispered in my ear "Love the fact that you get a formal address and I'm just guest. What a wonderful new name."

We walked down the hall hand and hand behind the big body guard. The temperature dropped slightly, but not much.

"Wait right here, you will here when Mrs. DeGeneres will introduce. Just go out and have a good time, she normally doesn't get into that much of details. She loves it when you just joke around and have a great time. Just try not to swear that much, even if they can bleep it out."

He left us alone "Are you nervous?" he asked me

"No, it's only the first time that I have ever been interviewed and the first time I have been on national television." I told him

"Well would like to introduce our very last guests of the show. This is one of the biggest stories to sweep across nation. This young girl has been, through hell and back. Now she is here for her very first interview with the young man and close friend that saved her. Please help me in welcoming Clarissa Fray and Jace Wayland."

Some one behind us pushed us out of the dark hallway and into binding white light. Screams and yelps filled me ears. Jace continued to walk forward, dragging me along with him. A hoard of people sat in rows of elevated bleachers and a red couch and single chair sat in the middle of the stage. A nice blond haired lady stood just off of the sitting area.

"It's so nice to meet you." She said as she leaned in for a hug. I awkwardly hugged her back, was this what everyone did in California. Jace let go of my hand so that he could hug her as well. He quickly took it back up again as we sat down on the couch.

"So I take it that you are Miss Clary because if it's you blondie then I think that you should have a talk with your parents." She said to me. The entire audience laughed.

"Yes. It would be tragic if I was stuck as him. I don't think that I could stand all of that attention from girls."

"And what would be as bad as to be stuck like this?" He said to me

"Yeah, it would be. I couldn't pull off blonde."

"Well, it seems as if you two are like brother and sister. How exactly did you become friends in the first place?" she asked us

"His sister forced me." "I swept her off of her feet with my stunningly good looks." We said at the same time.

"You didn't sweep me off of my feet. The first time that actually saw you, you here sucking some girls face off."

"Well isn't that a real great to get a ladies attention," She said "Judging from how you two act, how look have you two been dating?"

We looked at each other, how could she tell? Was it that obvious to everyone else to?

"Recently, only for a short while." He answered

"Well, congratulations. Clary, if you don't mind, what exactly went on with Simon? You wouldn't mind if you talked a little about it."

Ellen doesn't get into heavy stuff my ass. "No I don't mind. What do you want to know about him?"

"Well, the question on everyone's mind, why do you think that he did this to you."

I sucked in a deep breath and squeezed Jace's hand harder. "Well I think it all started when we started to date. Simon never liked it when I would hang out with other boys besides him, epically Jace. When we broke up, he was violent because he feels that he did do anything wrong. He only saw me as [property, something that was his only.

He saw Jace and me one day, laughing and talking, after our breakup. I seemed happy to him when he was miserable. The police said that was the day that he started stalking me and planning my death." Jace pulled me in closer into him as I got further into my story.

"So, Jace, what was your immediate reaction to when you first heard about all of this?" she asked

"I wanted to kill the bastard. I think that someone could treat a human being like that, mostly women, is sickening. I couldn't sleep when I saw all of those tubes hooked up to her."

It was just like on the couch in the makeup room, all lovey dovey.

Time break break break break break break

The rest of the interview went on along smoothly, filling with laughter and joy. The rest of all interviews went the same way, for 2 straight months. I didn't know that Izzy could figure out a way to keep us in Hollywood for 2 months straight living off of interview money.

We all got situated in a decent sized apartment with a great ocean view. I spent most of my time that I wasn't doing stuff for Hollywood; I was sketching and painting the ocean. I sold some pieces under fake names, to see who well I could do.

Turns out that I could do pretty well, three pieces sold and I already made enough to keep me here for at least 5 years. That's only three pieces of ocean. I wonder what a picture of Jace or Izzy would fetch.

I was skimming through a book when Jace walked in. He laid down on my legs and stard up at me with pouting lips.

"What do you want, Jace?"

"I know that you love New York, but here me out. What would you think if I wanted to move out here and take you with me?"

"Are you joking or are you serious?"

"The opportunities are better than New York, for both of us. You could open an art studio and make a living. I have had a huge list of people that what me to model stuff for them. We could start a life together."

"What about my mom, luke, Izzy and Alec? We would be away from everyone that we love. I don't think that I could do that."

"I talked to your mom a couple weeks ago; see wants you to do it. She even sent you this letter, explaining everything."

I snatched the paper from him and read quickly

Dear Clary,

I'm so proud of you sweetie. I have not missed a single one of your interview or red carpet. You have always looked so beautiful in every single one. Did Izzy help you at all?

So Jace called me the other day. You will not believe the news. He wants to keep you two in Hollywood and start a new page.

I know that you might think that this is fake. It's real and after so much think, I want you take his offer. It seems that everything is already set up for you two. You both have jobs, money and a roof over your head.

You need a fresh start baby girl. I will visit and write as much as humanly possible. I will probably drive you crazy with how much I am going to contact you. I want you to take this leap, you could do so much that you can't do in New York.

Tell Jace that if he puts a hair out of line that he is dead. Take care of yourself.

I love you forever,

Your mom.

"What do you say, I need someone to keep me company."

I sat for a long time, thinking everything over. I could really do this. I could live with Jace for the rest of my life. I don't have to worry about anything that might remind me over Simon, a fresh start with someone that could always protect me.

"Yes, I will stay with you, here."

He swung me up in his arms. I was home now, here in his arms. He could repair anything that was wrong with me, even if it was too far.

So how did you all like it? Now for the surprise, this was the last chapter of the story. It's completely over. How was the entire story? I might make a little one shot for an afterward for this set in 5 years. Tell me what you think about it. I love you my little minions. Go and check out some of my other stories. I have a new story coming out in about a couple of days called Southern Bells.

See you minions.