i never wanted anything from you.
simon & clary
( unrequited )
:: author's note: i've been reading a lot of supershort fics like these lately and i have to say i really like them. this is my first fic in this fandom, so i had to write it about Simon.
un-beta-ed, because of the shortness. ::
disclaimer: not mine.
And I never wanted anything from you.
Except everything you had,
And what was left after that, too.
—Dog Days Are Over, Florence + the Machine.
They meet in kindergarten, in classroom 100, on September 7, 1992. She is five and he is five, but when you're this young it honestly doesn't matter what age you are, or what clothes you wear or who knows who; what matters is that they both want to play Chutes and Ladders, and they are both terribly desperate for a friend.
They set up the game board and are inseparable from that moment on.
He falls in love with her in the sixth grade, when his hormones are raging and she is starting to bloom into a young woman, and, really, he never actually stood a chance.
She will never know, he thinks. She will never see the look in his eyes, the one that's full of love and admiration and I Would Die For You, Any Day. She will never see it, because she isn't looking, because why in the world would Best Friend Simon think about her that way?
No, she is far too busy mirroring his lovestruck gaze towards perfect Jace Wayland.
She shows up at his house one evening, a grocery bag filled with junk food clutched in one hand and the full third season of Avatar: The Last Airbender sticking out of the top of her messenger bag. She holds up both as if to say, You in?
He smiles as if to say, Always.
She will never know. But that's okay, because right now, all that matters is the two of them, sitting on his bed, stuffing potato chips into their mouths and laughing at the television screen.
Clary rests her head on his shoulder, and he feels just fine.