The Pointless Adventures Of Jace And Simon (COMPLETE)

SUPERBOWL

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING

A/N: HELLO!!! I am currently 'watching the superbowl' but since i don't like sports (Do you like sports or are you going to murder me for not liking sports?) I am writting on Wattpad. I just wanted to tell you that this actually happened....litterally not even five minutes ago. (Litterally the little boy is still crying(you'll know what i mean)) Anyways...here it is!

JACE POV
    This is stupid. It is so stupid.this is a waist of time. THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! The only reason why i'm still here is for Clary. Jocelyn still has some Mundane friends, and apperantly she still cares for them. So Jocelyn being...well Jocelyn made Clary come to the 'Superbowl gathering' (which i didn't even know what that was until today) And Clary being......well, Clary made me come to the 'superbowl gathering' So now i'm here. Clary gripping my hand because apperantly 'Jocelyn's friends daughters are nasty skank sluts Who will cling onto me' The door opens and shows a mundane with a mole on her forehead (BTW this is an actual woman here....i have no idea who she is). I try to hold in my laugh. Clary steps on my foot painfully.
    "Shut.......up.......Jace" She hisses.
    "Jocelyn!" The woman says and hugs Jocelyn. "Come in! Come in!" The woman says.
    "Maria" (Idk i think thats her name....she looks like a Maria) "This is Clary's boyfriend...Jace" Jocelyn says.
     "Hi," I say politeley with slight awkwardness only Clary can pick up.
      "Hi!" She says excitedly. "Come in!" She says. We walk in. It is maddness. People are everywhere talking and yelling and getting food and eating. Clary takes her Curly hair out of her ponytail and tries to hide her face. She pulls me to some where less....chaotic. Then she pulls her hair back into a pony tail.
       "I like it down" I whisper. Clary glares at me playfully.
         "But i don't.....it's annoying"She says. I look out the window and see a boy about ten years old on a toy plane. He was wearing flip flops shorts and a black shirt. He had black hair and brown eyes. He was seeing sometging on his phone, like a video. He had brown skin and was eating chips. He looked kind of.....slobbish....Defenetley not a shadowhunter. (There is actually a boy here....i changed spots from the crying kid and theres this boy here...anyways...also i know in newyork its probably freezing to wear shorts but...eh...) There's a girl who looks about fifteen in height. But her face looks younger. she is on her phone typing something. probably texting her friends. No she is not Jace because that girl is me and i am actually on wattpad writtinga bout you.... anyways carry on. Yet she looks loneley and bored out of her mind. She has blue jeans and a purple shirt. "Jace" Clary says getting my attention.
     "Yes?" I ask. But before Clary says anything. someone comes up to us.
      "OMG Brace Face?! Heyyyyy" The girl says. She has dirty plonde hair and brown eyes. She is wearing Black tight leggins with adidas. she was wearing a Yankees jersey It was tied up all the way up to below her breast Clary blushes angrily.
        "My name is not Brace Face Victoria....and yankees is a baseball team" Clary says.
          "But you used to wear Braces Brace face" She says then looks at me. "She looked like....mega ugly too....remember Brace Face?" God her voice is annoying. Clary blushed harder. I smile at her blush. and pull a loose strand of hair back.
           "I don't think so" I say.
           "Take a look" Victoria sats holding up a picture. An adorable little girl with two braids and braces was in the picture. She then puts it back in her bag. "That was the day you thought Tyler Jones asked you out" Victoria says. Clary was even redder than her hair. "Then he blew you off" She Cackles. Clary looks down embarassed. "TYLER" A boy who is shorter than me He has black hair and black eyes.

     "Hey Vic" He says.
     "Hey...remember when brace face thought you asked her out?" Victoria asks.
       "Yeah," Tyler says laughing. I roll my eyes.
         "Well, she was Just as beautiful then as she is now" i say looking at Clary. Her lips part and she kisses me. At the exact same time everyone screams because Someone scored a.....Touch down? anyways, I accidentally bite Clary's tounge. She laughs.
         "Ow" She says.
       "OMG ITS JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE!" someone says. Clary gasps and drags me to the TV. Justin Timberlake was finishing singing Mirrors and started singing Can't stop the feeling. Clary smiles and kisses my cheek.
      "Umm....Im going to go...check for demons....i have a bad feeling" I whisper. Clary looks at me.
      "Alright" She says. I go outside. I pass a mother breast feeding her baby. She makes eye contact making it awkward. I walk outside. A boy was being carried by his mom He looked about 4-5 years old. I sit down on a chair tuning out their conversation.
       "Girls rule and boys drool" The mom says. ( Not kidding she actually said that) I smile....to a point thats true. The little boy starts crying. The mom looks guilty. (Ok the rest didn't actually happen) She picks the little boy up and drops him gently on my lap. The woman then shuffles away.
       "Wha-" I start to say but the woman is gone. i look at the crying boy in my lap with surprise. what the hell? The boy cries louder and grabs my shirt. He then uses it like a kleenex and blows his nose. Great.  The boy cries louder. I then nudge the little boy slightly. The little boy dramaticalky pushes himself back and falls onto the floor. He cries louder.
        "ASSHOLE JERK" he yells surprising me. He then stomps away. Clary comes out and sits down onto my arm rest.
         "So, How has your 'super bowl experience' been?" She asks.
          "Great! I met a skank, an idiot, I bit my girlfriends tounge i made eye contact with a breast feeding mother, a crying boy was put on my lap who used me like a kleenex and called me an asshole jerk"I say.  "So....it went perfect!" I tell her. She laughs.
      "Come here you skank idiot meeting girlfriend tounge biter eye contacter to a breast feeding mother who has little boys cry on his lap, use him as a kleenex and call him an asshole jerk" She says and pushes my face to hers making us kiss. Well, in the end it was all worth it, because at least i made her happy.

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That was such a cute ending.....ok thats it....bye!!! Oh and happy Superbowl!