Hey! New story here, kind of a fun one. I know I am so behind on updating my other stories. I actually do a lot of writing... its just in my head haha.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Cassandra CLare

"And then, he asked me to marry him!" Jocelyn announced excitedly.

Clary couldn't help but laugh at this point. Her mother's story, up til now, had been almost sweet with her running into her old high school sweetheart and all. But marriage? After one week? The poor man must be completely pathetic.

Clary sat casually on a bar stool at the kitchen island. She sloppily reached over to her bowl of grapes, drunk on the laughter from what she just heard. She picked a purple grape off its vine and tossed it into her mouth.

"So, what did you tell the poor bastard?" She asked her mother, chewing obnoxiously.

Unexpectedly, Jocelyn scoffed, offended. "Clary." She chastised her daughter. "I told him 'yes'."

Clary's eyes instantly turned to saucers. She gasped in shock at her mother's response, accidently inhaling pieces of her unswallowed grape. She coughed violently trying to dislodge the particles from her windpipe.

Jocelyn filled with motherly concern and ran to the sink to fill a glass of water.

"Clary, here, drink this!" She quickly sashayed around the other side of the island to reach Clary.

By now, Clary had stopped coughing and was swallowing rapidly when her mother shoved the glass of water in her face.

Irritated and frankly, flabbergasted, Clary swatted her mother's hands away. She then, forcefully shoved herself away from the counter, leaping off of the stool to stare at her mother.

Jocelyn backed away in surprise.

"What do you mean you said 'yes', mom?!" Clary shouted in disbelief.

"Mother…" Clary folded her hands together as if in prayer and slowly began stepping toward her mother.

"… Please tell me that you did not pull a Yours, Mine, and Ours and get married to the sap without even talking to your child first?" Clary's face was now inches from her mother's and her tiny hands had a vice like grip on Jocelyn's upper arms.

Upon hearing her daughter's words, Jocelyn's confusion dissipated and her wide eyes slowly became lazy. She shrugged out of Clary's grip and took the glass of water back to the sink. "Honestly, Clary, stop being so dramatic."

Jocelyn turned to glare at Clary, placing her hand on her hip. "No, we did not get married yet."

Clary let out an exaggerated exhale. "Okay, okay, wait. Can you repeat your story again, then? Cause I wasn't completely listening." Clary asked. She returned to her seat but now placed her palms flat on the counter, facing her mother across the island.

Jocelyn smiled easily now. She was happy to recount her past week. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on the counter.

"Well, like I said, I was just boarding the plane to Los Angeles for the Art Gallery opening and low and behold, my old boyfriend from high school is the pilot! So, anyways, after the flight he asked me to dinner and he was supposed to leave the next morning but –"

"Wait, ew. You slept with him, mom." Clary cut her off, dropping her face to her hand.

"Well…" Jocelyn left it in the air, smirking back at Clary.

Clary didn't look up from her hand but, using her other one she quickly sliced the air. "Stop." She said in a voice of agony. "Just continue your story." She finished.

"So, he decided to stay the rest of the week with me. And I don't know, Clary, we just did so much reminiscing. It was like we fell in love again." Jocelyn finished. She shrugged her shoulders and could not fight the smile on her face.

Clary stared at her mother. By the look of her grin and rosy cheeks, the woman was completely smitten with this guy.

"Then, he just asked you to marry him?" Clary, with more patience now, still urged her mother to finish.

"Oh, right!" Jocelyn perked up out of her dreamy eyed state. "I found out that he still lives here in New York and even has a son that goes to your school!"

"Wha—" Clary tried to interject but, Jocelyn continued.

"After our initial laughter at me actually accepting his proposal," Jocelyn giggled to herself. "We decided to take things a bit slower and we discussed moving in together…" Jocelyn spoke slower to gage her daughter's reaction.

Clary's eyes once again doubled in size. "Mom!" She shouted.

Jocelyn closed her eyes and held up a hand, silencing her daughter.

"Listen, Clary, this could be my second chance at love. Your dad was too serious for me, you know that. All, he cared about was his company and expanding and blah blah blah."

"That's not true, he loved you." Clary quickly came to the defense of her father.

Part of her understood her mother's side. Her dad was very work oriented and perhaps it did drive a wedge in her parent's marriage. But, her dad was also very driven and is now very successful because of it. Clary had always admired his ambition.

When she was younger, she was angry at him for the divorce but, surprisingly, the custody agreement strengthened their relationship. She was then forced to go with her dad to work, without her mother at home to watch her that is, since she was on "his time."

Instead, of telling her to sit there and shut up, he explained all his projects and made her his little helper. She gained a lot of respect for her father over the years and it bothered her to hear her mother bash him.

Jocelyn continued. "Look, I'm not going to get into that with you again. The point is Stephan is more of a free spirit, like me." She smiled. "So, that being said, we're working on the details and if all goes right, him and his son are going to be moving in with us. Then, hopefully soon, we will be getting married as well."

"Why here?!" Clary shot up and shrieked. "We don't even have room for them."

Jocelyn sighed in irritation and made her way to the pantry. She began pulling items out to fix dinner, showing that she was clearly about done with this conversation.

"We do have room, dear. Jace will take the other upstairs bedroom." Jocelyn's tone was now bored.

Clary gave her mom a confused look. "Bedroom? You mean the art studio?! But I—" Clary stopped and sat up stick straight as her mother's words just dawned on her.

She spoke sickly slow as if on the verge of an utter conniption. "Did you just say 'Jace'?"

Her mother now turned to give her skeptical look and wondered to herself what kind of drugs her daughter could be on right now.

Clary didn't wait for her mother's verification. "As in, Jace Herondale? You are wanting to shack up with Stephan Herondale?!" Her voice was once again shouting.

Not knowing what to do, Clary made a show of gasping for air and her eyes became half lidded. Then, she suddenly went completely limp face down on the counter and her arms sprawled in front of her. Her body began to slowly slide off the stool seat and her body crashed to the floor.

Clary laid on her back against the hard wood flooring, her head lulled to the side and her limbs splayed out around her, seeming to have fainted.

Jocelyn easily stepped over her, leaving the room for some various purpose. "You are so weird." She muttered before she was out of sight.

Clary's eyes popped open and she blew a hard puff of breath at the red, curls draped over her face. Her mother was not fooled by the dramatics.

Clary rolled her head to stare up at the ceiling.

Jace Herondale. Jace Herondale. Jace Herondale. Clary closed her eyes in agony.

He was St. Xavior's golden boy. Star athlete, honor student, tall, handsome… very handsome. But oh! He was also a conceited, obnoxious, man whore.

Easy to say they were not friends. In fact, probably had not spoken a word to each other since 8th grade when he asked to borrow a pencil in English class… Which he never returned!

Clary rolled over and climbed to her feet. She made her way up to the spiral, metal staircase.

"Guess I better go pack up the studio… along with all my privacy and patience." She moaned to herself. Clary moped all the way up to what was soon to be the room of her enemy.

So, next chapter Jace will be introduced and from there we will see how there relationship unfolds!