Disclaimer: I do not owwn Mortal Instruments. :( Sad, really. But I'll have to live with it. Unless someone knows how to make me into Cassandra Clare?

A/N: Jaze & Aspen started out as characters from Fate (read it if you haven't; it's good), James & Bailey, but then I realized James is nothing like Jace, so it didn't work. But it works now, having completely made up characters. 'Kay, I'll let you read now.

"Jace!" I called to the silhouette of the golden haired boy. "Jace, where did you- oh." The boy turned around, laughing, with eyes that were not the beautiful ones I loved so much.

"Close," he said. "But it's Jaze" He had the same golden hair as Jace, but his eyes were green, not gold. He had the same other-worldliness as Jace, but Jace's came from experience. This boy's, Jaze's I guess, seemed fake. He and Jace shared the sarcasm, but Jace was much better at it.

"Jaze," I repeated. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" he asked.

"What for what?" a voice said behind me. I whirled around; making sure it was actually Jace this time.

"Jace I'm guessing?" Jaze asked. Jace nodded, confused. "I see how I could be mistaken for you."

"Oh, Clary wouldn't mistake anyone for me. She knows my stunningly good looks much too well."

"Hmm, stunningly good looks?" Jaze asked. Before he could add anything, a girl came up behind him.

"Who has stunningly good looks?" she asked.

"I do," Jace and Jaze replied at the same time.

"And who are you?" she asked Jace. Apparently she knew Jaze already.

"Jace, of course. You poor thing, not knowing who I am."

"Aspen, be careful. He's almost as humble as I am." Jaze said, and the girl (Aspen?) tried to hold back a smile.

Okay, okay, I know Jaze isn't as conceited as Jace is... yet! Jaze's arrogance will match Jace's, though! Promise.