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A/N: Hey guys! Ok, so think of this as sort of a side project, away from New In Town and Besties In Love, ok? I promise I won't give up on them, but this idea kept calling to me. More so than anything else. Don't you dare kill me! Ok, so read on! This chapter is gonna be kind of long because of the scenarios and such. :) Have fun! Reading, I mean. O_O Sickos! FIRST scenario age 7. SECOND scenario- Age 13 THIRD scenario- 17. The …...*&*... is the signal for a new scenario.
(A/N: Look at the note for the ages, and at first, Jace is Jonathon, you'll see.)
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Jonathon sighed, grumbling on the new couch in the middle of the new house they had just moved into that very day. His hands and arms hurt from carrying in his possessions and cleaning up the new space. Mommy and Daddy said this was going to be very good for him, to move and start over, but he just didn't want to. He missed the beautiful, green hills of Idris, his home, and he missed his best friends Raphael and Meliorn. But they were gone now, miles away. Jonathon felt the faint trickle of tears behind his eyes, but he shook them away, because big boys didn't cry and he was the biggest he had ever been. Seven was an important age. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, sending a merry, elegant chime throughout the house.
"Jonathon, sweetie," His mother called from the kitchen. "Can you get that? Please, baby, my hands are full! Be there in a sec." He heard a thud and something being muttered under her breath. Sighing, he went to the door and opened it. Standing there was a petite woman with hair as dark as cherries and kind eyes. Behind her, hiding, was a small girl. She looked to be his age, but he wasn't so sure, considering she was tiny. Unlike her mother's hair, she had hair the color of strawberries and a pixie like face. She looked at him with curiosity in her laughing emerald eyes, assessing him as he was with her.
"Hi!" He said cheerily, smiling a gap toothed grin. "I'm Jonathon. Can I help you?"
"Why, hello sweetheart!" The mother swooned. "I'm Ms. Fray, but you can call me Jocelyn. This is my daughter, Clarissa. She's seven." Jace smiled at the small girl named Clarissa, and she gave him the sweetest smile he had ever seen in return. "Anyways, dearie, I'm here to see your mother, she invited us over for tea? Is she home?" He nodded.
"Yeah, she's in the kitchen. Here, come in, she'll be here in a sec." He opened the door and took them inside, to the room with the couch. His mother walked in with a tray, beaming.
"Jocelyn! My god, I haven't seen you in what? Ten years? At least that long!" The two women embraced each other hard, obvious sisterly love in the gesture. Then she turned to Clarissa. "My goodness, what a beautiful little flower! Hello, darling, I'm Jonathon's mom, you can call me Celine, though. So nice to see you!" His mother engulfed the poor thing in a hug. Clarissa had the manners to look pleased and sweet, though it was kind of obvious his mother was crushing her.
"Mommy!" Jonathon said warningly.
"Sorry!" She gave her an apologetic smile.
"Celine, your boy is an absolute Angel! So polite and sweet! You're so big, Jonathon, I can't believe it!" She took his hands and squeezed them, not to hard, but with enough pressure to make him actually feel nice to her.
"Baby, why don't you take Clarissa and go play, while me and her mom talk, mkay?" He nodded and took Clarissa's outstretched hand in his. I felt small and incredibly warm and comforting. His mommy turned back to Jocelyn. "Maryse and Robert are coming by later, they're moving right next door!" At this both women started jumping up and down with happiness. Clarissa giggled and Jonathon laughed at her giggle. It was sweet and soft. He lead her up the stairs to his room.
"This is my room!" He announced proudly. She wrinkled her nose. "What?" He asked, defensively.
"It's just kinda plain." She shrugged her shoulders. "Why is it like this?"
"I like it like this!" He smirked. She grinned and rolled her eyes.
"I don't like your name, it's waaaay too uptight and snotty!" He gaped at her.
"Then what am I supposed to be called?" He scowled. She chucked him on the chin, surprising him.
"Don't do that, it makes your face ugly." She said seriously. He rolled his eyes.
"You didn't answer me!"
"Jace! I'm gonna call you Jace!" She said with such finality, it was hard to imagine he had been called anything else. He thought the name over. He actually liked it.
"OK fine, but I get to call you something to you. Clarissa sounds like an old lady name." She nodded, but stuck out her tongue. "I'm gonna call you Clary!" He shouted happily. She pondered the name, then laughed.
"I like it, Jace. Good job!" She winked.
From that moment on, they were best friends, inseparable
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Clary picked up her cellphone, buzzing absently beside her on the bed. Isabelle glared at her, trying to work on homework. She rolled her eyes, then answered.
"Yep?" She asked
"Clary!" It was Jace, breathing hard into the phone, as though he had been running. Or trying to hold back sobs. But that was impossible, Jace never cried.
"Yeah? Are you OK?" She asked, concerned.
"N-no! Get over here, NOW!" He gasped into the phone.
"Um ok, I'll be there soon." She hung up and turned to Isabelle.
"Izzy, Jace is having a meltdown, I better go see what he needs."
"Please, tell me when that boy isn't having a damn meltdown! Yeah, sure whatever, but hurry back, I need help with science." She said, irritably.
Clary jogged over from her house across the street to Jace's and just walked in. Nobody cared, she was like part of the family. Isabelle, Alec, and Max's mom or dad and her mom were always coming over at random so if they weren't at home, you would find them here or at someone else's house.
"Hi, Uncle Stephen!" She said brightly to Jace's father. She called him Uncle because it was too awkward to just call him Stephen. "Do you know where Jace is? He wanted to tell me something." He gave her a sad smile, one she had never seen on him.
"Up in his room, honey." She thanked him and moved onward. Plowing into his room she sat on his bed. And looked at him. He was lying down, tossing a ball up and down.
"What's wrong!" She looked at him and with shock, noticed his eyes were red. "Jace?" She asked, her voice trembling. He gave a small cry and hugged her with all he had. She hugged back, patting his back and smoothing the curls.
"I'm moving, Clary, back to Idris." He cried. Clary felt the breath whoosh out of her. No, no, no, no, no!
"Jace," Her voice cracked, tears pouring down her face. "Please, please tell me your joking!" He shook his head, wiping away her tears.
"I don't want to go. But we are. We're leaving tonight. Grandmama Imogen is really sick, so Daddy wants to move closer where we can watch after her. I don't want to go back, Clary, I love it here! You're my best friend, no way I want to move!" Clary sobbed and pressed herself into his hug.
"I love you Jace, your my brother, my best friend." She whispered.
"I love you too, Clary." His voice cracked. (A/N: They mean as brother and sister right now, knuckleheads who haven't read the Authors note up top, do so now, contains valuable info!)
Then they both wallowed in sorrow as Jace got in the car and left behind his true home; Clary.
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CLARY POV:
My alarm clock startled me awake, it's insistent beeping grating my eardrums. I groaned, but got up, dragging my sorry ass into the bathroom. Taking a hot shower, it melted all of my tiredness away. Getting out, I dried my hair and inspected myself. I was still short as hell, but I had model curves. My hair was long, nearly an inch above my belly button, still fire red and curly, but it was a manageable curly, the loose curls, more like tresses. Eyes were the same, lips a bit fuller, and fashion sense a whole lot better, thanks to Isabelle. Clary Fray, a.k.a Volleyball All-star.
Buzz! I looked over and picked it up, looking at the new message. (A/N: Simon, bold, Clary bold Italics)
Hurry up plz!
WHY?
Becuz I have 2 help the office 2day, b4 skool.
And that's my concern...?
If u want a ride, yea.
I hate you! No fair!
No, u don't. Hurry, u have a half hour.
I sighed, fed up with Simon and his office helping duties. Of course it was for credit, but... whatever. Buzz! (A/N: Izzy, bold, Clary bold Italics)
Hola!
Sorry, I dont speak spanish
Ur such a downer
I have 30 mins 2 get ready before Simon comes and kicks down my door. I'm grouchy.
? Right, not gonna ask.
Good, I wasn't gonna tell you.
Well JEEZ!
Hurry up and spit it out Iz!
OK, OK! We got a volleyball game tonight, so pack ur spandex!
Lol got it, thx. Gtg wait for me by my locker
Sweet. Kk, l8er
I took the liberty of rushing with my hair and makeup, but still made sure it was pretty, not overly used, like some other people at our school. * cough * AlineandKaelie * cough * Pulling out a simple black tank top and pairing it with a silky gray cardigan and some ripped denim shorts, short shorts to be exact. I put on my silver heart locket I had gotten from Isabelle, slipped on my black Vans and grabbed my backpack and sports bag. Just in time, because my front door banged open.
"FRAY?" Simon yelled.
"Simon!" I squealed nervously, kind of panicky. "Shut up! Mom and Luke are sleeping!" He raised an eyebrow.
"Right-o!" He grinned. "Let's blow this Popsicle stand!" I snorted.
"I'm pleased you think so highly of my house." He seemed at loss for words. Giggling, I followed him out to the car.
Xxxx AT SCHOOL (Time of Game) xxxX
"Hey Izzy!" I breathed breathlessly. She gave me a quick hug before returning to the stretches we were supposed to be doing before the game. Every guy from the football team was in the stands, staring at us. Izzy and I giggled, blowing kisses. They winked back and continued staring.
"OK, girls, gather round!" Coach Munley shouted, gathering us around. "Alright girls, Reid today. Should be in the bag, but keep an eye out and don't get lazy, just go for it. Go hard, because no matter what this is a game. Got it?" We nodded. "Great. Get into positions. Fray, I need to talk to you for a minute." I nodded and waited for the other girls to disperse.
"Yea coach?" I asked.
"It's no secret your the best player on the team. I just want to say good job, and good luck." He smiled brightly at me and I gave him a high five.
"Will do!" I got into my position.
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The game was as easy as coach expected. It was 10-2, and we were about to go further when I saw a flash of gold. Looking further, I saw they were eyes. And a halo of blond hair. I gulped. I only knew one person with those features. Jace. Suddenly, I had a sharp pain to the side of my head. I fell, crying out. I sat back up rubbing my head, glaring at the smug Reid girl.
"Coach, she spiked me in the head!" I growled.
"What? The best player in all of New York not able to dodge a freaking spike?" She sneered, mockingly.
"The best player in New York," I growled. "Is gonna rip you and your teams' guts out if you don't shut the fuck up! Coach! We get the point!"
"Not a chance, midget. You should have moved!" She hissed back.
"GIRLS!" Coach shouted. "Nobody gets the point due to poor sportsmanship!" The Reid coach nodded in agreement. "Fray! Sit your ass down and cool off!" I groaned and Isabelle gave me a sorry look. I slammed the ball so hard it hard it hit the far end of the gym wall and rebounded into the bitchy girls head.
"Sorry!" I spat, not really caring. My head pounded from the force of the spike, then I remembered what had happened. Stalking off into the sidelines, I saw him. Jace. Standing there, as hot as hell, so gorgeous, I could hardly believe it was him. He assessed me as I walked up, which made me mad. What did I do?
"Jace?" I asked tentatively. His eyes burned into mine.
"Clary? Is that really you?" He asked, a smile forming on his face. I screamed and hugged him so hard the breath whooshed out of him. Chuckling, he hugged me back. Then I stepped back and glared at him. "What?" He questioned.
"Where the hell have you been?" I scowled. "I haven't heard from you in years! And now you show up? Asshole!" I slapped his chest.
"Clary, I had a lot going on!" He defended.
"For four years?"
Before he could answer back, Aline, the school slut, slunk off the bleachers and wrapped her arms around Jace shoving her boobs up high.
"Hey babe." She tried to make her voice sound husky, maybe seductive, but the effect made her voice sound like she had a cold. "Let's ditch the ugly redhead and go have some fun!" Jace looked shocked and amused and it made me positively livid.
"Hey slut?" I said, venom in my voice making Jace wince and Aline twitch. "Listen, we're trying to have a decent conversation. One with big words your brain can't handle. Either play hide and go fuck yourself, or move your implants so I can talk to one of my best friends!"
"Or what, bitch?" She sneered.
"Or what? I'l tell you what!" I seethed. "I will rip out those plastic things you call boobs and cut off your already short as fuck hair."
"Have you been shopping lately? Their selling lives at the mall, you should get one." She glared.
"Pardon me, but you've obviously mistaken me for someone who gives a damn. I don't know what made you so stupid, but it really works." I heard laughter behind me, but I was too worked up to look back. Aline opened her mouth, then closed it. "Shock me, say something intelligent!" I growled.
"What's the difference between a ginger and a brick? Oh yeah, bricks can get laid!" She sneered. Now I was murderous. Nobody insults my hair.
"Practice safe sex; go screw yourself!" I nearly screamed. It was dead silent, a stare on between me and Aline. "I would shove my foot up your ass, but you would enjoy it. I'm busy now, can I ignore you some other time?" I grabbed Jace and turned around to see everyone staring. Then everyone started laughing at Aline. I smirked and continued. Oh fun.
A/N: Alrighty then, how was it? R&R!
Jace- * ROFL * Did you see her face when you- * wheezing cough * Oh god! * breathless chuckle and wheeze *
Clary- ...Are you ok?
Jace- * braces hands on knees * Haha yeah. That was hot. That was really hot.
Clary- Thx. I think. Listen are you sure ur ok?
Jace- Yeah why?
Clary- For one your really pale. Then again, there's a weird giant tick thing on ur leg.
Jace-...Thanks so much for telling me. Yeah, I need to get it removed.
Clary- Lol it kinda looks like a black di-
Jace- LANGUAGE CHILD! Language!