Living Arrangements

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the storyline. All characters belong to the wonderful Cassandra Clare.

It’d had been less than a day since Jace had moved into the now small looking apartment that Simon and Jordan shared in Alphabet City. Before moving in and having to live there for the next few weeks, the room was spacious, which was probably because only two people occupied it. Now the walls just seemed to hug one another.

The reason he had to move out of the Institute, is because Maryse- God bless her soul- decided she wanted to give the place a make over. So as of now, it represents what the mundanes would see from the outside in. A construction sight.

At least he got the better of two evils; one, he could of stayed with the sparkling free-wheeling bisexual warlock, who was currently dating his brother & parabatai, but after sitting there day in, day out while Maryse had gone on a strike of not trusting him. He thought better of it. Then there was Clary’s, which was out of the question, it’d just lead to havoc, not to mention Jocelyn never agreeing to it. He loved Clary with all of his heart, but Jocelyn- her mother- was still warming up to him. As he lugged his rucksack through the door, along with his gym bag, he noticed Jordan and Simon sat on the couch, their eyes glued to the TV screen. There were playing some sort of Japanese fighting game, all the characters were as Clary had stated in the past anime. The two boys didn’t even notice Jace’s arrival.

“So what are the two lovers doing in, on a day like this?” he quipped while shrugging off his jacket walking towards the couch, taking a seat on the armrest. Without taking their eyes from the screen, Simon chirped.

“Haha Herondale. Such the comedian.” Jordan laughed, and Jace snorted at his remark. Once they’d made pleasantries and decided to be civil, they began taking turns in who played who, when whoever won a match. This drawled on for many hours, until the sun had began to set.

Simon had thought of being the bigger person and give up his room for Jace, but he decided against it. It’s not as if the shadowhunter boy would do it if the roles were reversed. So the current living situation was Jordan and himself in their own rooms and Jace was sleeping on the pull out couch. The days passed slowly since they all began living under the same roof, there was constant bickering and bantering. He got up from sitting on his bed, he could tell the sun had just begun to rise, but he could hear voices an octave higher that they should be at this time of the morning and went to investigate. The sight he came to see was something of quite amusement, Jace and Jordan stood bickering over the counter about breakfast.

“No just because you’re a werewolf does not mean you get to eat all the bacon in the house!” Jordan sneered at the werewolf remark.

“Well just because your shadowhunter, doesn’t mean you get to call all the shots!” They carried on like this for at least ten more minutes, before Simon knew it was better to intervene.

“Okay calm down! Sheesh! You married like an old married couple! What would your girlfriends say? Clary & Maia?” He opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle filled with red liquid inside. They both grumbled and walked off, but he heard Jace shout.

“At least we have girlfriends bloodsucker!” Simon just groaned, that was all he needed right now. Jace and his attitude. It was going to be a long two weeks.

The time had dragged between one week and the next, luckily in a few short days, Jace would be leaving and heading back to the institute, leaving himself and Simon to get back on schedule. Jace had become not only a pain in Simon’s ass, but in his as well, he couldn’t bare the weapons laid around and hidden in the most strangest of places. Only the other day he found a seraph blade in the fridge, a chakram behind the toilet and an assortment of daggers behind the Xbox. Why he hid them there, Jordan couldn’t make heads or tails of. At least about everything else he was clean, Jordan was glad he kept his shit to himself, in regards of clothing and personal items.

He couldn’t wait to be rid of him, but at the same time he’d miss the boy banter and bickering. It wasn’t the same with a girl. It was like having brothers that he never had.

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