"No Mum please", the small redhead begged. Her mother shook her head, her mouth in a stubborn line. Clary watched her mother move the duster round the plain bedroom, her movements sending the dust flying. No one had been in the bedroom since Luke had passed away, and Clary still felt unwell even being outside the room. Jocelyn opened the closet and cursed. Obviously she had forgotten the clothes.

"Damn it, Clary do you have anything spare?" She asked. Clary raised an eyebrow and subconsciously tapped her foot against the door. Jocelyn sighed loudly and moved over to the window and looked out into the small garden. Jocelyn used to plant beautiful orchids and vegetables but nowadays she just let the weeds grow. Clary muttered how she wouldn't give her clothes away to some random person. Her mother pulled her hair into a messy bun and turned around, her hand on her hip.

"Clarissa Adele Fairchild, you will do as your told", she said sternly. Clary opened her mouth and shut it agains, she knew she was defeated.

"Fine", she mumbled and walked down the narrow corridor to her bedroom. She was greeted by a messy room consisting of clothes on the floor, papers around her desk and books piled up in the corner. Her art set that she had gotten for her birthday was in the corner, she barely used it anymore. Pictures of her Mum and Luke smiling were on her desk along with a half eaten mars bar. Clary remembered how long her mother had fought with the Clave about Luke's death, but they simply didn't care. She had heard her mother crying every night but comforting her often wasn't easy. It was like she had almost lost the ability to love, that's why they were doing this. Clary pushed open her closet and looked for anything that was like what teenage boys wore. She finally settled on a grey hoody and jeans which she was sure she would miss.

"Clary, darling please bring the clothes", her mother called from the room. At least her mum was a little happier and that was all Clary cared about. With one last look at her room, she stepped out on to the familiar corridor to help her mum with organising the room.

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Clary looked around the bedroom, which looked a lot different from before. They had put the clothes neatly folded in the closet and made the bed. Her mother wanted it to be plain so that he could make it his room without any input from anybody. Clary had suggested putting new blinds in, so her mother ran to the attic and brought down some blue blinds which were now hanging proudly on the window frame. Clary had scrubbed the windows which were glistening in the sun and put some flowers in the pot on the window ledge.

"Thanks, you've really helped Clary", her mum said and they gave each other a quick hug which said more words then they could have spoken. Clary broke away and looked up at her. She already looked different, her eyes were sparkling and her mouth was slightly turned up. She was one hundred percent excited, even if Clary wasn't.

"Well, I'm going to go and get some dinner on, listen out for the door", Jocelyn said softly leaving Clary alone in the bedroom wondering how life would change.

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Clary was sitting on the sofa trying to read a book when the loud knock at the door sounded. Her mother had practically flew out of the kitchen so Clary stood up and followed her to the door. With slightly shaking hands, Jocelyn opened the door revealing a lady with bright blue hair standing in front of a boy. Clary leant over to examine the boy who seemed to scowling. He had blonde hair and striking gold eyes which were glistening in the morning sun.

"This is Jonathan, I'm sure he is very excited to be here", the lady said smiling. Clary's mother smiled back and stepped aside to let him in. Jonathan didn't move.

"In you go", the lady said pronouncing each word very carefully. The boy shrugged and stepped inside so he was practically next to Clary.

"Why don't you go upstairs and show him his room", her mother said. Clary nodded, she knew that the lady would have to discuss Clave rules with her mum and she wouldn't want to be interrupting that.

"Ok", was she replied so she set off up the stairs, Jonathan following close behind.

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"Here it is", Clary said pushing open the door showing the room she had worked so hard on. He didn't say anything though apart from putting down his bag on the bed. Obviously he did have clothes and Clary cringed inside at the thought of him finding her clothes in the wardrobe so she quickly opened it and pulled out her clothes.

"My mum must have forgotten", she said quickly as the boy was watching her as though she was mad. Clary suddenly felt how awkward it was, so she stumbled back towards the door.

"I'll leave you to unpack", she said and turned to leave the room.

"Jace", he said abruptly like he just remembered something. Clary turned around slowly and stared at him.

"Jace?" She repeated, she probably sounded like an idiot.

"You can call me Jace not Jonathan", he relied hastily. Clary nodded, it was like he had just told her a secret. Jace then looked away and began unpacking so Clary left the room and ran back to her own.

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Hey everyone,

So this was my idea for a new story-thanks to everyone who gave ideas!

I'm not completely sure I will continue this story, I'll just have to see what kind of response I get:)

Heartshade