Okay. So I'm gonna finish this mofo with this chapter. This will be the LAST CHAPTER. This fic has been my most popular one, despite the fact that I suck at humour fics, and I don't even like this one that much. So after what I'm pretty sure has been over a year, I give you Chapter 3 of Confused.

DISCLAIMER: and ya, I don't own anything. Literally, I didn't even think this idea up… JustCaitlin did. I just wrote— and then didn't write— stuff.

"Well hey. He's finally awake!" Magnus exclaimed in a bright voice. "Can we do it now? Pleeeeeeeeeese?" he asked, looking over Jaces' head towards someone behind him.

"I swear, if you put any glitter in me I will end you… and there will be no more 'canoodling' at Magnus' house for… at least a month. " He felt Alec shrug, as he was tied into the strait-backed chair behind his strait-backed chair, his voice full of exasperation. "Just saying."

"Oh, come on darling," Magnus laughed. "You know you love my glitter. And I personally think that some silver glitter would look very fetching on you." His Cheshire grin was not only obnoxious, but seriously grating, and not to mention infuriating, as he had no idea what the flip was going on, but also, he wanted to know where Clary was.

"Where's Clary, you glittery creeper?" Jace demanded. "Also, why the fudge are you talking about covering Alec with glitter?"

Magnus stared at him for a moment before responding. "Well, A—cause I want to cover Alexander and you in glitter. Remember last month with the cruel practical joking?" he asked. Jace groaned, remembering indeed.

"That was mostly just Alec though!" Jace exclaimed. "The only part I took in that was not telling you when I sent you home. It wasn't my fault that Alec hid your glitter!"

A small cough came from Alec. "Well, actually, you weren't supposed to be here. It was originally just me, and then when they left to go find glitter, I grabbed the nearest cell phone and called you for help. But you hung up before I could finish. See?"

(Characters look at narrator to play convenient flashback scene)

"Jace." Alec spoke into the phone, his voice tense and hushed.

"Alec?" Jaces muffled over-the-phone voice responded.

Alec felt his panic begin to seep into his voice as he heard them locate the glitter with exclamations of glee. "Yes."

"Alec, what is it? What's wrong?"

"Come to Clary's room. Fast. It's important. Clary-" (soft click as Jace hangs up) "—and Magnus are holding me captive in her room and planning to cover me in glitter! Help meeeeee…e?" he noticed to dial tone, signalling that Jace had hung up over ten seconds ago. "Oh Snapple…" he muttered under his breath.

(Narrator ends convenient flashback and signals characters to continue with encouraging thumbs up)

"Oh." Jace said. "Well…. Oops."

"So you can't complain about being here, 'because it's your own fault." Clary walked around to face Jace, speaking for the first time, most likely because she had enjoyed watching Jace squirm. "You shouldn't worry about me so much."

Jace only glared.

"Anyways," Magnus continued. "I had a second point, and that point is, what the bleep is with the replacement swears? They're ridiculous. First in Jaces' internal monologue, then him out loud, and then Alec in the convenient flash back… omigod! And then me!" he looked horrified.

Jace could almost hear Alec rolling his eyes. "Duh. We're in a K+ fic. We can't swear in this, thanks to the narrator."

(All the characters then turn and glare at the narrator for cutting off their swearing privileges.)

"Oh come on! There's nothing else in here that warrants anything over K+, so you can all just shut the front door," responds the narrator from off stage.

"Whatever. Moving on." Magnus and Clary turn back to the two boys trapped in the two seriously uncomfortable strait back chairs. "Time for a makeover…."

"Alec?"

"Yes, Jace?"

"I hate you and you're phone call."

"Sorry…"

"Oh shut up, you're cracking your foundation with all your frowning Jace! And Alec dear, please, stop breathing so much, you're going to rip that shirt, its designer, and I want to use that later."

"Oh, Magnus, where's the green eyes shadow? I want to put some on Jace, I think it would set off the mesh perfectly…"

"It's on the counter dear, and I completely agree. Green would really pop."

"Alec?"

"Yes?"

"I hate you."

"I know, I know…."

"Okay, that looks like were about done... Where's my camera, this is so going on Facebook…."

Finally. It's done. Review. Tell me how bad I did on this humour stuff. Meanwhile, it's past midnight, so I'm going to bed.