A/N: Hey guys! So I decided to write a bunch of Sizzy one-shots set after Simon's Ascension. Encouraging reviews are appreciated! Enjoy!
Chapter One:
Isabelle POV:
What Isabelle hated even more than silly mundies is having to be nice to silly mundies.
"I know you don't like them, "said Simon, "but please try to be nice. They're my bandmates' girlfriends. I don't want my bandmates to hate me."
She promised him she'll try her best; she couldn't resist that puppy eyes look he gave her.
She let out a sigh of relief as they left the Cafe. She wondered why they would be leaving so early, the band hadn't started rehearsing yet. She wasn't complaining though.
'The Mortal Instruments' started playing some of their own songs, lyrics and all. And she had to admit, they weren't half bad.
Tomorrow night could possibly be a major milestone in their career. They're actually gonna audition for The X-Factor! She had no clue what that was until Simon and Clary clarified. She didn't get all what they explained, but it sounded really important. Plus, they'll be on TV.
Even after his Ascension, Simon kept playing with his band. He said it's the only thing that ties him to his previous mundane life besides his family.
She sipped on her coffee and regarded Simon from her seat.
She couldn't help but compare among Simon the mundane, Simon the Daylighter, and Simon the Shadowhunter. Regardless of his physical powers, he didn't change a lot. He was still the nervous-in-a-cute-way Simon to her. It's true that now, he's more poised and sure of himself, but sometimes he's like a cat on a hot tin roof.
The door to the Café opened, and Clary, Jace, Alec, and Magnus came in. She wasn't surprised Clary was here. Or Jace. He followed his fiancé everywhere. But what were Alec and Magnus doing here? The band wasn't even performing tonight. Weird.
"Hey, guys," she greeted. "You here for the rehearsals?"
"Yeah," said Jace, not quite paying attention to her. "Did we…miss anything?" he asked.
Clary elbowed him in the ribs and whispered something in his ears.
"Umm…not really," Izzy narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you mean?" she inquired.
"Hey, shut up," interrupted Magnus. "They're playing my favorite song."
The whole situation was seriously odd. The tune didn't sound like anything Simon's band would play, or even a song Magnus would like. And why would Magnus be here in the first place?
"Excuse me," said Jace, and he headed towards the stage. He took a place at the electronic keyboard and played along with the rest of the band.
And then Simon stopped playing and placed his bass guitar on the floor of the stage. He extracted some cardboards she didn't notice before from behind the drums, and stood in the center of the stage.
Kirk's hoarse voice commenced singing as Simon sheepishly raised the first cardboard and looked Izzy straight in the eyes. It said:
Izzy, I love you so much.
A hundred and five is the number that comes to my head
When I think of all the years I wanna be with you
He flipped to the next cardboard.
You've been there for me for the last 8 year.
Wake up every morning with you in my bed
That's precisely what I plan to do
You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. For obvious reasons.
And you know one of these days
When I get my money right
Buy you everything and show you
All the finer things in life
So, Isabelle Lightwood…
We'll forever be in love
So there ain't no need to rush
He put down the boards and strode towards her.
But one day I won't be able to ask you loud enough
He got right down on bended knee, and took her right hand. As he took a deep breath, he extracted a ring from his pocket. An engagement ring, she thought, as it finally dawned on her. He's proposing.
I'll say," Will you marry me?"
I swear that I will mean it
She stared at him for seconds. minutes. hours. She couldn't quite keep track of time. She stared into his eyes, these dark coffee colored eyes. And they seemed to elongate her daze, to imprison her.
She finally forced herself to take a decision. Isabelle, snap out of it.
Her mind told her that she should say yes. But her heart…
Well, it was busy partying and passing shots to the rest of her organs.
"Yes," she squealed. It came out more like "help", but she assumed he heard her right, for he exhaled in relief and slipped the ring on her slender finger.
He barely got to stand up straight before she flung herself on him and hugged him tight. His scent engulfed her entirely, the smell of cologne and sweat and Simon.
She was vaguely aware of the cheering of the rest of Team Good.
