City of bones (fan fiction)

Chapter 3

Clary took a quick shower, letting the water carry all the sweat down the drain. After putting on multiple iratze, they had fought some more, until they had almost collapsed. Every time they fought, Jonathan would win.

After finally conditioning her hair, Clary got out of the shower and dried off. She slipped into a pair of faded black skinny jeans and a dark green camisole.

She carefully brushed the nots from her long, wavy, red hair, then raced down the stairs to the kitchen. Something smelled good, and she was hungry.

Jonathan was cooking something on the stove. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, and his still wet hair was sticking up.

Clary sat at the counter. "Whatcha' making?" She asked, her stomach rumbling.

"Grilled cheese sandwiches." He replied without looking up. Jonathan wasn't that great with making major meals, so he generally stuck with the simple ones. And he was really good at making simple stuff like grilled cheese.

Clary closed her eyes, smiled, and pointed her face toward Heaven. "Oh, God bless you, Jonathan Christopher Morganstern. God bless you." She opened her eyes and looked back at Jonathan.

"Why don't you just bless me? You have more angle blood than anyone on this planet, not including angel boy."
Angel boy was Valentine's other experiment. Although Clary and Jonathan had never met him, Valentine had talked so greatly about him, that both of them loathed the angel boy. Who was he that he earned Valentine's love and respect over his own children?

"Fine." Said Clary before she made a face like a gold fish. "Jonathan Christopher Morganstern, I bless you." She said in a deep voice.

Jonathan just smiled and shook his head before turning back to the soup.
"It's done", he called.

Clary hopped up, grapped two plates and brought them to the stove where Jonathan was.

Using the spatula, Jonathan piled high both plates and, They sat down at the counter.

They instantly dug in. Clary was so hungry, she didn't even try to savor it, she just chugged.

"Jeeze woman!" Jonathan said in between bites.

"Oh, you're one to talk!" Clary replied.
She finished her sandwich quickly and went back for seconds, as did Jonathan.

"So, Clarissa," Jonathan started as they sat back down. "Father left this morning on a trip for two weeks."

"And..." Clary said. It wasn't uncommon for Valentine to go on long trips.

"Well, I was thinking that it's almost your birthday, and I did make a promise to take you to New York."

Clary's mouth gaped open once she had put together what he had just said. She hadn't expected him to fulfill his promise so soon. Not that she was complaining.

"Are you serious?" She asked.

"Yes. That is if you want to." Jonathan replied, unsure if she was a good shocked, or a bad one.

"Of course!" She almost shrieked. "When do we go?"

"I was thinking when we're done with lunch if that's alright with you."

"Yes, Yes!" Clary said, recovering once more from shock. This day just kept getting better and better.

"Then you might want to start packing." Jonathan pointed out.

Clary immediately shot up, washed her bowl, and raced to her bedroom.
She began to pack. Stuffing her duffel with clothes and toiletries, weapons, and any thing else she could think of, she still couldn't believe it was real. She'd only ever been at home or sometimes demon hunting just outside of Idiris. But now... The one place she'd wanted to go to the most, she was leaving for today, for two weeks.