My dear little broccoli.🥦🥦🥦
~Just remember that this is a cute story, with just a tiny bit of drama to keep it interesting. There is no big plot or anything, like in my other stories. Just something light to read, without thinking much, haha
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Chapter 13: How To Ruin A Date, part 1 (1,1K)
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🥦 So, I know I missed last week's update, but I was pleasantly surprised by my Aunt and my little cousin, so I had no time to write. But I am back, as you can see.
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Clary whined when she heard someone knocking loudly at her door. She swiftly switched off her music and then, she resumed on completing her drawing. She figured that it must have been a neighbour wanting to complain about her music being too loud again. She sighed, thinking that she should really move out because there were only old people around her that complained about the littlest thing.
She looked down at her crayons, hesitating on which colour she should use now when the doorbell rang. Clary narrowed her eyes at her door before deciding to ignore it. She was too far in her drawing to start an argument with an old lady about that 'devilish' music of hers. And anyway, AC/DC was hardly satanic music. The bell echoed again and she growled.
"No one's here! Go away!" She yelled, not taking her eyes away from her work.
There was a pause before the bell started buzzing indefinitely. Clary growled and got up with anger and frustration. She strode to the door, her hands stained with colours and flew the door open only to find Jace standing there instead of one of her neighbours. She opened big wide eyes before banging her head on the wooden door, cursing at her own stupidity.
Jace looked at the redhead mumbling to herself, her head still leaning against the door as some curls of her hair escaped from her bun and framed her face, and he took her in. She was in sweatpants and a tank top, her hands having the colours of the rainbow on them. Well, at least she didn't try to stand him up.
"Let me guess, you forgot," He lowly said, stating the obvious.
Clary passed a hand on her face, immediately regretting her gesture when she heard Jace chuckle at her now coloured face. She didn't forget her date with him. In truth, it's all she had been able to think about. But she had been so absorbed by her new drawing that she forgot the date of the day they were.
"I didn't forget. I just forgot that today was today."
Jace raised an eyebrow at her, and she noticed that he was dressed quite casual, but still nicer than her. If she was to get ready to go anywhere fancy (meaning anywhere else than her apartment), she would have at least an hour of preparation.
"You didn't make any reservation, did you?"
"No. I was thinking of a movie first."
Clary smiled to hold her laughter and stood aside to indicate Jace that he should enter. A movie ... She was really falling back into high school. She closed the door behind Jace and did her best to appear more relaxed than she was.
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