The Pointless Adventures Of Jace And Simon (COMPLETE)

2007 (4)

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING
JACE POV
~One summer later~
     Ok, so my mom was right, this summer I grew a whole foot, I lost a bunch of wait, then gained it back with muscles. I was ready to go into my first year of high school, I walk into school, getting stared from girls. I was going to walk in and not take any of Clary Fray's crap. But when I walked in, all my plans flew out the window. I saw Clary, she was barley recognizable, she had long beautiful red hair, bright green eyes, she had actual breasts, not just tissue shoved into her bra, she had long legs that were exposed, she had an emerald green shirt that showed off her curves, a jean skirt and black leather boots, her curls spilling over her shoulder.
"Clary?" I ask. Clary kept trying to unlock her locker.
"Jace! Hey, listen, I'm really sorry about the party I've been feeling very guilty all summer and i wanted to say I'm sorry and that i-," she breaks off as she turns to look at me. "Don't want to be a part of the six Chix or the Do-do's"Clary says. "Wow...you really grew," Clary says. I smile lightly.
"Yeah."I say.
"Will you please forgive me Jace?" Clary asks.
"Sure, forgiven," I say with a grin. Clary smiles and hugged him, although hugs from Clary didn't feel as innocent and sweet, they were good enough.

~Sophomore Year~
I thought things were going to get complicated. That clary might start liking me because I grew and I look good. But she barley noticed me as more than a friend. I know it's bad to hope she likes me just for my looks...but I do...because I like Clary for more than hers. Kaelie's been literally throwing herself at me. I wish I could shove it in Kaelie's face that in a few months she would be dying for me to give her something. I walk into Clary's room and see her putting dolls in the Barbie doll She had destroyed as she used it against me. She looked at me and smiled. "I asked my dad if he could help me fix it...it's not exactly like the original,  but it's close enough..." She was about to say something else but I cut her off.
     "Clary, Stop saying you're sorry," I say.
    "Jace....it took me a year to fix this thing...how long did it take you to make it?" Clary asks.
      "Three,"
      "THREE YEARS?!"'clary asks as she stands up.
        "Yeah.." I say. I see guilt and sadness pour into Clary's eyes.
       "And I hid it...and threw it at you when I got angry...I..." Clary starts crying. I walk up to her and hug her.
        "Clary, Stop it...I already told you,"
      "NO!" Clary says cutting me off as she pulls away from me. "You forgave me SO easily! I didn't have to fight for your forgiveness! You just gave it to me!  And I can't Jace! I can't just be with you knowing what I did!"
        "Clary, Listen to me," I say. "When you threw that house at me, you were the stupid seventh six chix that you promise you would never be....so yeah...I forgive my Clary, the clary that still makes dresses for dolls even though it's senior year," I say.
        "You don't even know what I-," she breaks off, I search her face to get a clue of what she's talking about. "That I....." She rolls her eyes.
        "That you what?" I ask.
         "Nothing....It's nothing..."
    
~Junior Year~
    Is it even healthy to love someone so much that it hurts? It hurts when she looks at Sebastian with the past want, or when she see's a guy she thinks is cute, she always starts playing with her hair when she does, she never does that when she see's me, or when she see's a guy she thinks Is hot, she bites her lip, she never does that with me.so here I am, in love with a girl who doesn't love me back. My parents comes into my room.
     "Jace? Are you ok baby?" My mom asks.
    "I'm not a baby mom,"
     "Yes Celine, he's a grown man," My dad says. I roll my eyes.
       "I'm also not 18 dad," I say.
       "He'll always be my baby to me Stephan," Mom says. Me and my dad both sigh at the same time. My mom rolls her eyes and sits down next to my head, she then slowly sets my head on her lap. "C'mon Jace...tell me what's wrong," Mom says.
      "Nothing mom, I'm fine," i say.
      "Jonathan Christopher Herondale, Don't lie to me," I sigh.
     "I'm in love with Clary...and she just see's me as a friend..." I say and turn away from my parents.
        "You sure Sport?" My dad asks.
     "You know, maybe she's just hiding her feelings from you, kinda like you are from her..." My mother says.
     "So what do I do?" I ask.
     "Tell her how you feel, if she says she likes you back, then, good for you, if she doesn't, then at least you know, if a person doesn't love you since the beginning, it's hard for them to truly love you later," mom says. "And we can go out for ice cream if she doesn't like you back." I smile and get out of bed.
       "Ok...I'll go.." i say. I then get out of the house and go towards Clary's. I knock on the door and am greeted by Jocelyn. I go upstairs to see Clary. I open the door and see her designing Barbie clothes. "Clary," i say. She looks up and see's me.
       "Hey, What's up?" She asks. I walk up to her and pull her into my embrace. She gasps and looks up at me. I then lean down and kiss her. She grips my hair and pushes me against her. I kiss her harder, so hard we almost fall over if it weren't for the desk. I then pull away as I needed to breathe. "Wow," Clary says in awe and shock.
       "Yeah....wow....Clary....I love you," I say. She looks up at me.
       "You do?" She asks. I nod. "I love you too," She says. I grab her face and kiss her again. Electricity and heat courses through my body.

~*~*~
And from that moment on, Ary and I were never apart, we never fought, we never broke up, we had our healthy arguments here and there, we got married, had six children. And now we're surrounded by grandchildren, at ninety years old. I sigh as I lay down next to Clary. Her white soft hair on the pillow. "I love you Jace," she says.
     "I love you too," I whisper. I sigh and turn off the lights, I hold clary in my arms as I can feel her slowly go to sleep, I then go to sleep myself, but this sleep was different from normal sleep. We both fell into an eternal sleep. I wouldn't have liked things to be different, but what if they were? What if Clary has some how know that we loved each other, what if she didn't break her doll house, what if when I opened that closet door Clary jumped out and kissed me? But I guess that's not important, what is important, is that we lived together m, with our six children and then our fifteen grand children, that is all that matters.