This fanfiction is set after City of Heavenly Fire, right after Izzy and Clary went to visit Simon when he had amnesia, also, it's almost been a year since I last read it, and so some things might be wrong. If you remember more than I do, feel free to tell me when I'm wrong about some facts. Please do enjoy the story if you're a fan of Shapael. ;D
Simon didn't notice ha had been staring in the direction the girl had left until he heard some snickering behind him, he gave Erick and Kirk a curious glance over his shoulder. "Huh? What's so funny?"
"We just never pictured you as someone who was famous with girls, that one redhead right now seemed like holding tears when you didn't recognize her," Erick answered, slightly amused.
"I guess I didn't notice…" Simon trailed off as he stared once more the spot where the last glimpse of ginger had disappeared in the crowd. "I think it must have something to do with our band growing famous," he assured with a side-smirk tugging in his whitish face. His friends stared at each other in amusement, clearly not buying that. "What? Perhaps it is…" he shrugged and sighed. "Anyway, we better get going guys, we're gonna be late for practice," he glanced back at the street, motioning to the path to take. Erick and Kirk shared one last glance before following his lead.
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Practice went by uneventful, as was the concert that night, and Simon wouldn't lie if he said he had been disappointed in not seeing that beautiful redhead in the concert, he had given her a free pass! (Giving her his number would've been more helpful, though, ugh, and just now he thought about it, what an idiot.) Anyway, supposed-childhood-friends and boring evenings aside, Simon got home and announced himself on his arrival.
"I'm home, mom!" He said as he got the keys out and hung his jacket near the door.
"I'm glad, Simon, how was your day today?" She greeted him from the kitchen and Simon walked to her.
"Rather interesting, do you remember a redheaded girl who used to be my friend in kindergarten?" Elaine stared at some odd point in the ceiling for a couple of moments before shaking her head.
"Never heard of her," she assured as she prepared the dinner for that night. "Now, get yourself clean, dinner's almost ready."
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Simon couldn't exactly pinpoint why, but now every time he talked to his mother or sister they seemed different, sure, they acted as they had their whole lives, and Simon was pretty sure they still would even if he was some kind of sick murderer, but… the emotion in their eyes when they talked to him was not the same as before, and he was sure they even weren't aware of it. Or when it happened, for that matter.
Simon sighed as he sprawled himself on his bed, all those anime posters were still hung in the walls of his bedroom and it was messy as usual. He stared at his computer, considering going for some social media, but gave it a thought and nah, because it was really late, and he was really tired and whatnot, he wanted to sleep.
So he walked to his closet and took out some sweatpants and a worn t-shirt, changed himself onto his night clothes and went to blissful dreamland.
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The scenery was blurry but it seemed very obvious to him he was in the public library near his house, it was nighttime, which was weird since the only times he ever came to the library were at day to gather information for school project. He could feel the wind gushing in his ears and even if the jacket he was wearing was somewhat thin, he didn't feel cold at all. Nor did he feel hot. In fact, he didn't feel anything at all other than expectation. Expectation for what?
He took a deep breath he was pretty sure he didn't need to live, only to calm his nerves with the very notion of being alive. Or rather, undead.
He heard some rumbling close to him so he turned around to meet whatever was making that noise, some fire got out of the engines of a motorcycle and a person with a black leather jacket climbed out of it. Simon couldn't quite make out the features of this strange person, other than the color of his skin and hair, but he was pretty sure this person was…
"Ra—"
Simon woke up with a start to the sound of his alarm, almost forgetting who he was, where he was, and what he was doing. Small droplets of sweat running his forehead and ending in his chin. He let himself fall back into bed and siiiiiighed, because the whole situation of waking up startled was ridiculous to him. He covered his face with his hands because the whole part of getting worked up for it was ridiculous.
His alarm clock ended up in the floor from the huge smack Simon gave it, but he didn't mind, that alarm clock had survived to its encounter with Mr. Floor a couple hundred of times, he could survive another one.
And so, with the relief of routine, he forgot all about what he almost dreamt.
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"Hey, Simon, I was saying we should go to this restaurant tonight," Simon looked up to Kirk not being pleased at being ignored. He tried to make it up to him by feigning enthusiast at the forecoming event some hours later.
"Sure, what restaurant are we talking about?" Perhaps it could help him think about his new song and stuff, inspiration was something precious and could be found anywhere. Anytime.
"This place called 'Java Jones', I heard it's pretty famous and the waitresses are cute, so, whaddya say?" Kirk smirked, the maybe-you'll-finally-find-a-girlfriend type of smirk. Simon rolled his eyes.
"Sound nice to me."
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"Are you going to keep staring or you'll finally order something?" Kirk had been right at the workers being a huge attractive to the place, but it hadn't been precisely females what caught his attention (not that he was gay or anything, the guy just seemed familiar, alright?). It had been a rather short-tempered Spaniard. Or at least he sounded like a Spaniard by his accent. "Joder, you look like an idiot." This finally got Simon out of his trance.
"U-uhm, sorry, I…" he stuttered, not quite knowing what to say. That he was familiar? That he had probably seen him somewhere else? That he had dreamt him? Déjà vu? "…I mistook you for someone else." Yeah, that sounded safe.
The waiter just scoffed. "Whatever, so, are you going to order?" He had a hand on his hip, and Simon found himself staring at it, though not as intently as he had with the waiter.
"I'll just have a soda right now, I'm not really hungry," he shrugged, and the waiter scoffed again, probably considering Simon a waste of his time.
"Please enjoy your stay at the Java Jones." And he left to retrieve the orders he had piled up.
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He was laying down in a bed, it was soft, and someone besides him was talking. He could make out a white skin, sexy body type, high heels and a black hair curtain. She was beautiful.
She was saying something about his father cheating on her mother and about members of the Circle? The heck was that?
What was it, he couldn't decipher, her velvety voice was growing blurrier as he seemed to regain whatever steadiness of reality he had.
He was close to remembering… "Izzy…"
And that close came back to nothing as the alarm woke Simon up.