Hey peoples. Please bear in mind while you read that this is my FIRST fan fiction so I'm still figuring things out.

Sorry if some characters are a bit OOC

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING AND NO-ONE! Except some of the future characters but we'll burn that bridge when we come to it shall we?

"Jace you're not doing it right." Clary Fairchild said, looking up at her boyfriend from his bed.

"Yes, Clary, I Am."

"No, Jace, you're not."

"Clary, I'm nineteen years old. I think I know how to screw in a light bulb." Jace Lightwood scowled down from the chair he was standing wasn't the first time they had had this argument today. They had been trying to change the light bulbs in Jace's bedroom and bathroom lights for three hours! They had all exploded that evening after an incident involving an episode of Glee, a toilet brush, a glue gun, a hockey stick and three Hawaiian pizzas that they vowed never to speak of again.

Jace sighed and hoped down from the chair, flopping back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. Clary sunk down onto the mattress next to him, looking up at the ceiling once before closing her eyes. Over the past two years, she and Jace had been using the blank white ceiling as a canvas to create a collage of sorts. Hundreds of photos had been stuck up there with blu tack. They were all of her, Jace and their friends. Many of the ones taken at Takis, the downworlder diner they often hung out at, included random warlocks, werewolves, faeries, nixies and even the occasional vampire. Most vampires, unlike other downworlder's, weren't very happy about shadowhunters and downworlders banding together to create The Council.

There where however, a few exceptions. Simon for example, Clary's vampire best friend. She remembered the fateful night in the graveyard, almost two years ago. It was the night Simon had been turned. A memory fought its way to the front of her brain; Simon lunging at her, looking into her eyes and not knowing who she was. She shuddered at the recollection.

"Are you cold?" Asked Jace's deep voice in her ear. He didn't wait for a response, turning onto his side and wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing her into his chest. She turned her body to face him; eyes still closed, wrapped her arms around his waist and breathed in his trademark scent of lemons and sunshine. Of course she wasn't cold, and Jace knew that. It was just coming into June, but already it was hot enough for her to be able to wear shorts and confidently leave the house without a jacket. But still, she liked being close to Jace and would take any excuse. She knew that Jace felt the same way.

They stayed that way; eyes closed, wrapped around each other, for at least half an hour. After a while she felt Jaces breaths grow deep and steady and she guessed he had fallen asleep.

In his unconscious state, Jace's arms had fallen loose around Clary's waist so, because she didn't feel she was tired enough to be able to sleep just yet and because her stomach was growling at her, she carefully slipped out of his arms, placing her feet gently, and quietly on the floor.

She tiptoed to the door and opened the door. Before she stepped out she glanced back at Jace. He had found one of the white pillows on the bed. They were covered in sketches done in permanent marker. She had done them earlier in the year, on a late Thursday night. She had drawn mountain ranges mainly, what she remembered from Idris.

Now Jace had gotten hold of one the pillows, and was hugging to his chest like a teddy bear while drooling. She laughed silently as a warm feeling spread through her chest, warming her insides. Even after two years, it was hard to believe that Jace was hers and that he wasn't her brother. It still felt slightly odd but it mainly felt right. She had never, in those devastating three weeks or so, believed that he was her brother.

Her stomach growled at her again, so she carefully closed the door and made her way to the kitchen.

It was around two in the morning when she finally felt tired enough to sleep. She didn't bother changing from her cargo pants and light blue t-shirt to pyjamas so she just made her way to Jaces room from the living room, where she had been watching TV.

As she closed the door behind her, being careful not to wake her still sleeping boyfriend up in the process, she noticed that Jace had dropped the pillow and was now lying on his back, his right arm tucked under his head.

She flicked the light switch off and felt her way onto the bed, collapsing next to him. She turned on her side, pressing herself to the side of his body, her left leg and arm thrown across him.

Clary closed her eyes, her mind already dancing on the edge of consciousness. She breathed a sigh and let the rhythm of Jace's deep breathing send her to sleep.

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