(a/n): I'M BACK. I'M SO SORRY BUT I'M BACK. I had two laptops break on me and then my kindle, it was a stressful few months. Now I have a new laptop. Here is the next chapter, it's a cute one and laughable with mundane things coming involved. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 3: What happened?

The pencil in her hand wouldn't move. She stared at the blank page in front of her, wondering what had happened between her and Isabelle. They still spoke, still shared a room together, but they had become distant. Clary couldn't work out what she did wrong.

"Clary?" Her mother entered the room. "Can I come sit down?"

She nodded her head, not looking up from the white page as she heard her mother move through the room and sit on one of the spare seats opposite Clary.

"Will you tell me what's wrong?" She asked, probably already knowing what was wrong. It was hard to miss when Clary kept leaving the room every time Isabelle walked away from her.

"Why won't Izzy talk to me?" Clary looked up to her mother, hopping for some sort of explanation. "What did I do wrong?"

Maryse sighed, leaning forwards to look at Clary. "You did nothing wrong, Sweetheart."

"Then why won't she talk to me?" Clary's eyes blurred with tears again.

"Give her time and space," she told Clary. "I don't know what's happened between the two of you, but I'm sure you'll both work it out."

"What if we don't?" Her voice was quiet, not liking the thought of her and Isabelle ever being friends again.

"Then Isabelle will have me to deal with," Maryse smiled. "Don't get upset over it, you know what your sister can be like."

Clary nodded her head, closing her art book.

"Now, come on," Maryse held out her hand, which Clary took. "We have a Birthday Girl downstairs that's demanding attention."

Her heart rate increased with the excitement and hope to giving Isabelle her present. When she saw it, then maybe she would forget about whatever reasons she had to being distant with Clary and make up with her. It was all she had to hope on at the moment.

In the living room, everyone was sat around the fire with the children on the floor and the adults in the seats. Clary gave Isabelle a small smile, the smile growing wider as she smiled back before turning away to Alec. Dropping her gaze to the floor, Clary went and sat next to Jace half-heartedly.

"I'm no shoulder to cry on," Jace said next to her.

Clary crossed her arms. "I'm not going to cry."

He raised an eyebrow at her, seeing the watery tears that filled her eyes. She wouldn't let a single one of them fall. Jace poked her, surprising her more than anything.

"Don't cry," he said.

"I'm not," Clary gave him a little shove, trying to distract herself before the tears fell again.

"Show her that it doesn't bother you," Jace said. "She was the one that started this between you, don't get hurt because of it."

Clary didn't answer him. She brought up her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms round them as she rested her chin on her knees. Isabelle was opening her presents, smiling and thanking everyone. Clary's eyes glued to the present that she had gotten her, waiting for Isabelle to reach it.

When she did, Clary clenched her fists, her nails digging into the skin of her palm as she watched. Isabelle pulled the photo frame out from the paper, finding the picture of her and Clary smiling as they hugged. She looked over to Clary, standing up as Clary jumped up excitedly.

"Thank you!" Isabelle said, rushing over to hug Clary, who had now stopped breathing. "I love it, Clary! Thank you!"

"Best friends have to have a photo, right?" Clary said, holding onto Isabelle a little longer.

Isabelle froze, pulling away from Clary with a small smile on her face. "I'll put it on my bedside table. Thank you."

Then she turned, sitting back down next to Alec to show him the picture. Clary stood, shocked for a second, before hurrying from the room. She didn't understand. Didn't Isabelle want to be best friends anymore? The tears she held in fell from her eyes as she ran through the hallways.

Clary ended up sitting in the greenhouse, knowing no one would think to look for her up here. It was only where she and Hodge came sometimes, the likeliness of anyone else knowing its existence was slim. She had thought of taking Isabelle up here before, but now it was just Clary sitting alone.

Someone sat down next to her as she turned to see Jace, looking around the greenhouse in awe. "What do you want?"

"Nothing," he said. "I just thought you could use with a friend."

"I had a friend," Clary sniffled. "We said we'd always be best friends and become parabatai."

"That's her loss then, isn't it?" Jace said.

New tears fell from Clary's eyes. "I lost her too."

"Want to hear a story?" Jace asked and continued when Clary didn't respond. "There was once a small, blonde haired boy who had a wish for his fifth birthday to bathe in a bath of spaghetti –"

"Spaghetti?" Clary interrupted, looking over at Jace in shock and then she started to laugh.

"Don't interrupt," he said but smiled. "Yes, he wanted to bathe in spaghetti and he did. It was a slippery experience, but extremely enjoyable."

Clary thought about a smaller, younger version of Jace all happy to be in a bath of spaghetti, it managed to bring a smile to her face. Then she watched as he looked out over the greenhouse likely thinking about his father. She was crying over losing her best friend, but she hadn't lost Isabelle completely. Her cheeks flushed with shame and guilt, turning to join him in looking at the luscious plants.

"You stopped crying," he said after a while. "My great storytelling skills."

"No," Clary shook her head. "It was the mention of spaghetti, it came out of nowhere."

"Exactly," Jace grinned. "You know, I've never had a friend before."

"Would you like a friend?" Clary asked.

Jace shrugged. "From observing all I see is drama and tears."

"Would you like to be my friend?" She asked again, thinking about Isabelle's face when she realised that she and Jace were friends. Maybe then she would come back to Clary apologising and wanting to be friends again.

He turned to face Clary, studying her with narrowed eyes. "I would."

Clary found herself smiling, gently nudging Jace with her shoulder as he laughed.

Jace was surprised when Clary took his hand when they went back downstairs, he wasn't as surprised as the other Lightwood's, though. At first he wasn't sure with the contact, it seemed strange since no one had been affectionate towards him. His father had always been there, but he never hugged or ruffled up his hair like he had seen with the Lightwood's.

Now he stared down at the small hand that entwined with his, wondering what it felt like to have a relationship like Isabelle and Clary had had. He didn't understand how it ended, the drama of it had annoyed him, and especially since Isabelle was oblivious to the pain she had caused Clary.

"Food has arrived," Maryse told them, her eyes on their hands. "Then after I have made cake."

Clary shuddered next to him, whispering, "Eat it with a smile."

"Why?" He asked.

"No one can cook in this family," Clary whispered to him. "You'll soon see."

He smiled, watching as she scrunched up her nose in thought of what the cake could taste like. They sat down at the table, the adults entering with plates of today's takeaway that had spiked Jace's interest. Mundane food was curiously interesting.

Jace couldn't miss the looks Isabelle was sending the two of them as they spoke. He knew Clary was wanting to be friends with him to make Isabelle jealous, he wasn't an idiot. She had smiled at him, though, and had spoken to him as if he wasn't wounded unlike the rest of them.

Maryse handed out slices of cake after, everyone picking at theirs, putting on forced smiles. It amused Jace at first before he tried his first bite. His eyes widened, joining them in forcing a smile as Clary laughed next to him. He nudged her gently with his elbow.

It had been a few weeks since Isabelle's birthday and they still hadn't become best friends again. The reality of it had sunk in on Clary – they were never going to be that close again. She found herself to be relieved that she had Jace, despite her using him to make Isabelle jealous, they had actually become friends.

They had sat together during their lessons and spent a lot of time in the greenhouse. She wouldn't admit it to him, but he had crept up in her drawings, even though she could never get him right.

Now she was sat in the library, reading one of her books about a boy who goes to a wizarding school. It reminded her of the Shadowhunter Academy and how she wished it was open for her to attend away to school with her friends, sister and brother seemed like an exciting experience she wanted.

"What are you reading?" Jace asked her, sitting down on the sofa next to her.

"A book," she told him.

"I know that," he sighed in frustration, bending his head to read the title of her book. "Harry Potter? Who's he?"

"A wizard," Clary said. "He goes to a school called Hogwarts."

"Why are you reading that?" He asked. "That's not real."

"No," Clary closed the book. "I like it, though. Don't you ever wish you could have magic? I would love to go to a school like Hogwarts."

He picked up the book from her lap, opening it up to read the first page. "The Boy Who Lived?"

"Yes," Clary said. "He defeated the dark wizard when he was just a baby."

"How is that even possible?" Jace laughed. "You read a load of rubbish."

"I don't!" Clary protested. "And it's complicated how he did it, you'll just have to find out for yourself!"

"Is this a mundane book?" He asked.

"Yes," Clary said. "It's a series and turned into two films so far. The second comes out this November."

"What's a film?" Jace asked.

"Moving pictures," Clary explained. "With mundanes acting as different people."

"You like mundane things?"

Clary shrugged. "The rest of my family don't particularly like things like that, they don't understand them. Magnus showed me what a film was a few years ago when I visited him to help him out, he shows me a few."

"Magnus Bane?" He questioned.

"Yeah."

"Do you want to see a film?" Clary asked shyly. "It'll have to be a secret, but Magnus gave it to me last year as a birthday present."

Jace nodded his head, following Clary to her bedroom that she still shared with Isabelle. Only Isabelle knew about the portable player that Magnus had given Clary, she had even enjoyed watching the films with Clary. Now she was sharing it with Jace.

Isabelle wasn't in their room when they got there. Clary pulled out a box from under her bed, opening it up to the portable player inside. Magnus had done something to it, stopping it from running out of battery that Clary had been thankful for.

"Shall we get something to eat and drink then sit outside?" Clary asked as they walked back down the long corridors.

"Sure," Jace said.

They went into the kitchen, picking out some snacks for them and getting them a bottle of water each out from the fridge. Clary picked up a blanket and then they made their way out into the gardens of the institute.

Clary laid the blanket down in the shade, starting up the portable device as Jace sat down next to her, curiously watching. The first Harry Potter film was still inside, allowing Clary just to turn it on and press play after the trailers. Jace watched the screen, bewildered as Clary smiled.

"A Warlock gave you this?" Jace asked in shock.

"I've known him my whole life," Clary shrugged. "Like it?"

"It's interesting," Jace said. "How does it work?"

Clary smiled, seeing the boy who had grown up in Idris his whole life unaware of the mundane world. "I'm not sure how, but mundanes use what's called electricity and batteries like we use witchlight."

They both laid down on the blanket after that, watching the film as Clary mainly watched his reactions, smiling and shaking her head at him. He seemed a lot younger, relaxed and focused on the film. She couldn't help but entwine her fingers with his, offering him a small smile as they carried on watching the film like that.

"We have to wait till November to watch the next film?" Jace asked, shocked after the film finished.

"Yes," Clary laughed. "It takes a while to make a film. The first four books are out, you can borrow them from me if you want."

He smiled. "Thanks."

"And you said it was a load of rubbish," Clary grinned.

"Shut up, Lightwood," he gently nudged her.

"No way, Wayland," she nudged him back.

He twisted his body around, laying on his back as he looked up at the clear sky. Clary followed him, smiling as she felt his hand finding hers again. She turned her head to face him.

"What's it like having a friend?" She asked.

"Better when there's no tears," he smiled. "I think I can get used to having you as a friend."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," he laughed. "I've just never met anyone like you with your mood swings and random outbursts with mundane things."

"I don't have random outburst," Clary said. "Or mood swings, I'm not even a teenager yet!"

"Neither am I," Jace said.

"Why do you want to be friends with me?" Clary asked. "You could be friends with Alec."

"I like Alec," he said. "You've just caught my attention, surrounded by dark haired people and then there's you with the bright red hair."

"You want to be friends with me because of my hair?" Clary frowned.

Jace laughed again. "Do you really believe that?"

"No," Clary said.

He turned silent after that, looking up at the sky with a small smile. Clary looked up at the sky, seeing the bright blue of it and the sun shining. It was going to be interesting seeing where this friendship with Jace Wayland went.

(a/n): After writing that chapter I've been sat wondering whether the institute has electricity. They have mobile phones so they must do, right, otherwise how do they charge them? I've read the books through twice (I need to again soon) and I can't remember it ever being mentioned. Anyway, I hope you liked the cute end it had then. It hinted a lot with Magnus. You'll eventually find out why Isabelle pulled away from Clary. I know Jace's part was really small, but he'll get a chapter soon. Next one will be soon, we age a bit to a certain ceremony and is the last chapter until they're teens. Please do review.