DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING JACE POV "Clary! Come here!" Jocelyn says As she waves Her daughter over. I was expecting a twelve year old girl or something, but definitely not what squeezed past the crowd of people. A beautiful girl with red hair. Her hair was in a messy bun. She had a white shirt that was tied up with a knot exposing her midriff, she had a red noticeable bikini top, she had green eyes and pale skin with freckles. "Clary, you know I got a new job right?" Jocelyn asks snapping me back to reality, the girl nods, Clary was beautiful, so beautiful I just kept staring at her. My parents where hesitant at hiring valentines wife, but in the end they did it anyways. "Yeah,"Clary says. Her voice was angelic and beautiful. "Well, this is my Boss, Stephan Herondale, with his wife Celine and Son Jace," clary scanned is quickly, she then smiled. "Hi! I'm Clary!" She says happily as She puts her hand out. I look down at her hand. She had short nails, her hands were filled with paint. Artist... "I'm Jace," i say surprisingly awkwardly. Clary looks down at her hands as she notices the paint. "Oh! Sorry, I was just painting on an easel...I forgot to wash my hands," She says and blushes adorably, I see Izzy come up behind her, she taps Clary's shoulder and Clary looks towards her. "Hey Jace! Mr and Mrs.Herondale! It's nice to see you here!" Izzy says. She had short jean shorts with a strapless bikini top he black slight curls falling on her shoulders. "Hey, Izzy," I sat glumly knowing she was going to pull clary away. "Mind if I pull Clary away for a second? Kay thanks!" Izzy says as she drags clary away. I sigh, I had met Jonathan, he was impatient though, not caring if he made a good impression. "Oh! And this is Lucy! She's thirteen!" Jocelyn says . Lucy was also pretty, but not like Clary.
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"Heyyy, Who are you?" Lucy asks. "I'm Jace,"
LUCY POV I talked with Jace for most of the party, he was a good person....and hot. I realized I had a crush on him. we were at the dinner table, everyone was talking, until I see Jace from across the table staring at Clary. I frown, why does my sister get everything I want?! It's not fair! "Clary's on her period," I say. Everyone goes quiet and stares at me. "What?" Clary asks as She looks up to see everyone staring at me and at Her with weird looks. "I said! That You were on your period," I say with a proud grin, Jace will never forget this, it's the first impression, from now on he'll know her as the period girl. Clary goes red in embarrassment. She stands up quickly and basically run out of the room. Izzy stands up and follows her.
CLARY POV The door then opens. I look up in shock and see Jace. "I uh....picked the lock," He says. He then grabs my hand and drags me upstairs to the terrace. "You ok?" Jace asks. I nod, "Yeah, I'm fine," i say. "You're crying..."Jace says. "It's just...embarrassing," I murmur. "Why? I mean, yeah, it's looked down by society, but who the hell cares, it's a part of you...and hey, at least you're not pregnant, that's actually even more looked down on," Jace says. I laugh lightly. "I thought you would care," She whispers. I look at her confused. "When I first got my period, everyone knew, the people in the dining. Room know that I go through a period," Clary whispers. "It's just...I don't know you..."Clary says. "Well then, maybe we should get to know each other," Jace says. I smile at Jace lightly.
three years later
Jace and I look at the fire works from the terrace where we became friends. I sigh as I see more fireworks go off. "They're beautiful," I say. "Well....i know of something more Beautiful than artificial explosions," Jace says as he looks down at me. Jace and I have been friends since the Fourth of July three years to go. And slowly I started getting feelings that where more than friendly. I look up at my best friend. No! Clary he's your best friend, just look at the fire works! Plus he doesn't like you that way and.. my mind goes on and on about Not kissing Jace. "Oh screw it!" I say, I put my hands on his cheeks and press my lips to his, just as I do the finale of the fire works explode, t was cliche, but incredibly cool. Jace smiles against my lips and kisses me back. "Happy fourth," Jace whispers. "Of july," I say, I grin and kiss him again just as the fireworks die out.
