Pen-Pal's.

Chapter 4

Clary walked through the bustling streets of Alicante,heading towards her usual hangout on the beach.
Isabelle scheduled to meet at the local café at around 2pm so Clary had some time to sit on the beach and think.
She'd said good-morning to Jonathon but had heard no reply back from him.
She brushed it off,"Probably just busy." She thought as she strolled.

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Clary arrived at the beach and breathed in the salty air,it instantly relaxed her as she sat down on the sand.

It was times like this she missed her mother.

Times where she wished she were there,breathing in the salty air with her,playing with her hair,wondering what they'd have for dinner.
She'd died only 6 years ago on a business trip trying to set up her little art gallery- "Jocelyn's".
She'd put every dime into setting up that gallery,and once she'd gotten the chance they'd all had been ecstatic,pushing her to go go go.
Then the accident had happened and...well,it tore her family apart.
Clary had been heartbroken,her father,Valentine Morgenstern, had blamed it on her for putting the idea in Jocelyn's head in the first place,even though Clary had nothing to do with it.
Her brother Jonathon had been dragged away with her father,staying silent throughout the whole fight.
He hadn't even said goodbye.

Then Luke had showed up.

He said him and her mother had been in love for years and that this time Jocelyn would've split from Valentine after the deal for the gallery was set,that they'd be happy and that they'd be able to live the life of a picture perfect family.Clary believed it. Luke had been like an uncle to her her whole life,always there when it seemed no one else would,not even her bestfriend at the time,Simon Lewis.
So she had happily opted to stay with Luke after her mother's death,he ran the gallery just down the road from the beach,he kept it alive all these years and Clary was grateful for him for that.
Her own special works of art sometimes showed up in the gallery,catching a few eyes, though they were never sold, either it was Luke wanting to keep them as momentum's or the people just didn't like them,Clary didn't care,she purely just enjoyed painting.

Her phone rang,shaking her out of her thoughts.
She scrambled to pull her phone out of her jeans and slid accept without looking at the caller ID.
"Hello?" She said unsurely.
"Clary! Hey,I'm running a bit late but I'll be there soon okay?" Isabelle huffed,it sounded like she was running.
Clary glanced at her watch and winced 2:10pm."Yeah sure,that's grand,Iz,I'll order your usual for you." She replied getting up off the sand.
"Cool,thanks!" Isabelle hung up so Clary quickly brushed off the sand
before heading towards the café.
She kept a quick pace the whole way to the café,hoping Isabelle wouldn't arrive before her.

She crossed the road and entered the café, relaxing when the bell on the door dinged signalling someone had entered. She scanned the entire place,making sure Isabelle was no where to be found before sitting down in a booth by the window.
She drummed her fingers on the table as she waited for a waiter to take her usual order.
She looked outside,watching the world go by until huge trucks blocked her view.
She frowned as she watched them,wondering what they were for...that was until Jace Herondale's face appeared on one of the bigger ones.
She scowled as she heard a few of the girls around her squeal in excitement.Some even ran outside of the café,chasing after the trucks. Clary watched,truly entertained by the lengths the girls would go to even have the slightest chance of meeting the famous Jace Herondale."Oh please" Clary thought,unimpressed.
She heard someone clear their throat behind her and looked up to see the waiter patiently looking down at her.His eyes were a striking dark blue,so dark they looked like the ocean itself was swirling along inside of them,though the most striking thing about him was his electric white hair.
Clary found herself staring.
"Oh sorry! Uh-I'll have a coffee-black please and one cappuccino... what's the cake of the day?" She added with a second thought.
"Red velvet." The waiter replied,smiling as he looked up from his notepad.
Clary smiled in return,"Two red velvets so,please." He's cute... maybe even hot.She hushed her thoughts with a quick pinch to her thigh,which she hated and thanked at the same time.
"Coming right up." She watched as he walked away,biting her lip as she grinned.
"What's got you turned into the Cheshire Cat?" Isabelle's voice rang out,snapping her from her daydream.
"The waiter. He's cute." She replied shortly,still looking at him.
She frowned as he disappeared into the kitchen,finally turning to look at Isabelle.
Her cheeks were tinged a red colour,which she was trying to fix by fanning at her face with the napkin.Her lips were plumper than usual...her lipstick had streaked to the side of her mouth.Her usual silk black hair was jutting out in all different directions...though Clary didn't think...scratch that, she knew that it wasn't caused by the wind.
"Where were you?" She asked,narrowing her eyes.
Isabelle smirked smugly as she adjusted her lipstick.
"With Simon." She replied shortly.
"Simon?" Clary repeated incredulously, "I thought you weren't going to get serious with him." Clary had hid that from him of course,opting to encourage him to go for Isabelle,even when Isabelle told Clary she wasn't feeling it with him.
"And I'm not," Isabelle said shrugging, " it's summer,I'm having a bit of fun." She gave Clary a toothy smile to which Clary rolled her eyes at.
The waiter appeared with their drinks and cakes,smiling a bit more than needed at Clary...though Clary did the same back,thanking him graciously.
"...and it seems you are too." Isabelle said cheekily after the waiter had gone,sipping her cappuccino.
"Who says I'm not allowed to have fun?" Clary argued,pretending to be offended. Isabelle put up her hands in mock surrender and they both laughed as they ate and talked.