A/N: Hi everyone! It's me again! So this fic is going to be as different from merge as I can make it (while still using the same basic formula). It's going to be about Sizzy, because I have long been of the opinion that Simon and Izzy are both better characters, and a more interesting couple than Clary and Jace, and that Izzy should have been the main character of the series. So this book will be from their POVs (and maybe Magnus and Alec's as well- because I love them). Anyway, I hope you like it!
Simon POV:
My best friend just broke out from jail.
Just kidding, that's only what it looks like.
Clary (that's my friend) is painting the set of our school play, and to protect her clothes our drama teacher gave her a bright orange jumpsuit that looks like it came straight from the set of Orange is the New Black. It is the most ugly piece of clothing in the world.
The greatest (and by greatest I mean worst) part about the whole ensemble is that the orange colour of her jumpsuit perfectly matches the orange colour of her long, curly hair, which is thick and wild and curtained her face. From where I'm sitting she looks like a human carrot. Actually, because she's so short and there's no green stem sticking out of her head, she looks more like a baby carrot. It's adorable.
Where I'm sitting is the tech booth, a tiny little room at the back of the auditorium with windows overlooking the stage. There's a table with all of our equipment. There's a lighting board, a soundboard, a microphone, a laptop, etcetera. There are also various lamps covered with blue saran wrap to light our little booth while the shows are going on.
Why am I up here? Well, because I have nothing else to do. The actors are still blocking the show, so I can't really practice any sound cues, and thus I have been banished to the booth with Henry Branwell, the lighting designer. I don't mind, I like watching the other people; it's entertaining. Actors are especially interesting when it comes to people watching. They're always doing weird exercises and vocal warm ups, or goofing around with funny character choices. It's also funny to watch Clary work around them. She's one of the shyest, most passive, people I have ever met, and the actors in this school play are definitely not. She would have been up in the booth with us, if Mr. Wayland, the drama teacher, hadn't ordered that she get started on building the set. But he was insistent that Clary had to start immediately.
Josiah Wayland is the only teacher in the school who doesn't absolutely love Clary, which, I have to admit, is pretty hilarious. Even then, I'm pretty sure he only hates her because he's bitter about his own life. I have this theory that the "Those who can't do, teach" expression was specifically invented about high school drama teachers. They all seem to be actors and directors who weren't good enough, or professional enough to make it in the real world. It might have even been written about Mr. Wayland, he's definitely old enough to have had an expression about him coined. He's a miserable old man and a sexist pig. He's mean to all the girls in both the cast crew, even Charlotte the Stage Manager who is possibly the most serious and dedicated girl I have ever met.
He's also mean to Henry. But then again, everyone is mean Henry. It's sad, because he's actually really nice. However, he's also weird, and spacey, and never seems to fit in anywhere. He's the best science student in the school and he always wins the science fair with some wacky invention, but socially he's about as adept as Sheldon Cooper (though, not a jerk). Right now, he's sitting next to me, taking apart his phone and putting it back together. I'm not completely sure he's even aware of me sitting next to him. Oh well. I'll just go back to watching the actors.
Right now, they're blocking a scene featuring some inexplicable puppets, instead of the usual characters. While the rest of the show is live action, this scene (for some reason) is not. However, Mr. Wayland insisted that Clary make them, so today she brought in her first prototypes (he has some pretty high demands for her, if you hadn't noticed). The puppets themselves are kind of cool, but they totally don't fit into the rest of the play. I also have been instructed to find some "puppet music" to play throughout this scene. Whatever that means. I'm hoping it means that I can play the Avenue Q soundtrack, but something tells me that isn't what Mr. Wayland has in mind.
And apparently, I'm not the only who isn't in to the idea of puppets. Right now, Mr. Wayland is having a very intense argument with one of the actors, who is vehemently opposed to sticking her hand into "a stinky, sweaty, puppet ass" every night. Mr. Wayland is getting red in the face, but she isn't stepping down.
Let me explain who this girl is. Her name is Isabelle Lightwood, and I am desperately in love with her. That in itself isn't really that amazing; Isabelle Lightwood is the kind of girl that every guy is desperately in love with. She's gorgeous, she never seems to be scared of anything or anyone, and she's great at everything she tries. She's on student council, she does martial arts, and she's a phenomenally talented actress.
Basically, she's perfect. And she totally knows it.
She knows that she can date almost every guy in the school and get away with it, she knows that she can walk around the school like she owns the place, and she knows that she can get into a screaming match with Mr. Wayland about puppets, and not get the leading role in the school play taken away from her. Maybe its because she has a rich family and model good looks that she's so popular, but something tells me there's more to it. There is something about Isabelle Lightwood, a quality that puts her above every other person on the planet. And maybe, if she ever talks to me, I'll find out exactly what that quality is.
My musings on Isabelle's amazingness are cut short by her brother bumping into Clary and causing paint to get both all over her hair, and over his impeccably white shirt.
Clary yells out an adorable little yelp of surprise, and Jace lets out an impressive string of curse words, affectively interrupting the Lightwood vs. Wayland puppet battle. "Lightwood! Watch your language!" Barks Mr. Wayland.
"But she ruined my shirt!" Whines Jace.
"Me?" Clary responds indignantly, "Excuse me, did I bump in to you?"
See, this is why I love Clary. She's shy, and quiet, and nice, but at the end of the day she has absolutely no patience for assholes that piss her off. So I lean towards the window of the booth, eagerly waiting for Clary to give Jace Lightwood a nice verbal ass kicking.
As amazing as Isabelle Lightwood is, her adopted brother Jace is one of the biggest douche bags on the planet. He's your basic nightmare, blonde, cocky, and womanizing. And to make matters worse, he's smart. Really smart. I mean, the one thing that makes me tolerate the other jerk jocks of the school is that I'm confident that after high school ends they will all be losers, and I will own them. But even I have to admit that that is not going to be true of Jace Lightwood. In fact, he'll probably own me. He totally seems like he's going to be the CEO of a company, or a slimy politician.
However, I have to admit that he and Isabelle are similar in a few ways; they're good looking, popular, smart and talented, and nobody is ever brave enough to cross them. Except, apparently, that tiny, mildly insane, redhead that is my best friend. Everyone on the stage looks a little shocked, even Mr. Wayland. Jace's mouth falls open, but he recovers quickly with a haughty smirk. "No, I suppose you didn't. I offer sincerest apologies fair lady." He bows to her, in a way that I suppose is meant to be charming. She snorts, "Yeah. That really means a lot." She turns and starts packing up her supplies, "I'm done painting today, Mr. Wayland. I have to go to the bathroom, and stick my hair under a faucet."
I don't much like the way Jace is watching Clary as she takes off her jumpsuit, and folds it up along with her painting tarp. He's never looked at her like that before. It's like she's a fascinating new species that he's never seen before, and now wants to capture, and possibly kill. It's actually possible that he hasn't seen her; he's definitely never noticed her. Clary's the sort of girl who wears old t-shirts, and ripped-jeans, and homemade jeweler, not like the cheerleaders Jace normally dates. But she's beautiful, and confidant, and attractive. I actually had a crush on her throughout middle school, and up through the ninth grade. Until I met Isabelle of course.
I'm not afraid that Clary would fall for any of Jace Lightwood's sleazy tricks. She's too smart for that. But something about the look in his eyes makes me worried… Maybe he thinks she could be a challenge. Maybe he's going to try and make her popular, like in the movie She's All That. I hate that movie. I hate that movie almost as much as I hate Jace Lightwood.
Charlotte is trying desperately to get the rehearsal back on track as Clary starts trying to make her way offstage. That's when Jace takes his shirt off. All the girls (except for Isabelle and Charlotte) immediately swoon, and all the guys chuckle and whoop. Mr. Wayland looks like he wants to say something, but thinks better of it. "What? What is it? What's going on?" Asks Henry, looking up at the noise from below. "Jace Lightwood just took his shirt off." I tell him. "Oh that's nice." He says, and goes back to…uh… whatever it is he's doing.
Clary had had her back turned when the stripping first happened, but she turns around when she hears all the noise. She glances at Jace and raises her eyebrows. He shrugs, "It was dirty. Did you expect me to wear a dirty t-shirt?"
"Well I certainly didn't expect you not to be a tool." She replies, then turns and keeps walking a way.
Jace frowns. I smile. Isabelle Lightwood laughs; I guess she likes seeing her brother taken down a peg.
Clary makes her way up to the tech booth, and I greet her with a slow clap. Henry doesn't even look up. She smiles wryly at me, "So I guess you saw that, huh?"
"Yes, and I am eternally in awe."
"Really?"
"Yes, I would bow down to your greatness, but apparently that doesn't really impress you." I joke. Clary giggles. She picks up her bag, which she left in here, and starts rifling through it. She takes out her sketchbook and starts to draw. This isn't a surprise. Clary is always drawing.
"So, did Magnus ever actually show up today?" She asks. I shake my head. Magnus Bane is the head of costumes in our class, and will be helping out backstage with Clary during the show. He's a senior, who doesn't give one shit about the play, and who almost always skips class. He's only taking this class in the first place because he gets to make clothes, and Mr. Wayland will reimburse him for any costs.
The bell rings and me and Clary get up to leave. Luckily, this was the last period of the day, and we get to go home now. I snap my fingers in front of Henry's face a couple times to make sure he knows that class is over, and then we leave. I start to regale her with the latest stories about my band, and our lead singer Eric's terrible poetry.
As we walk out, Isabelle Lightwood corners us. The Isabelle Lightwood. Oh my god. She's looking at Clary with her hands on her hips, "You insulted my brother today." She states. Clary shifts uncomfortably, "Um… Yeah. I guess… Sorry?" Isabelle crosses her arms, "You're sorry?"
"Um… No, actually. Not really. He was being an ass." Isabelle grinned, "Good. It's nice to see someone put him in his place. Your name's Clary right?"
"Yeah. And this is Simon."
"Hi." I say, trying not to look like too big of a dork. She gives me a once over and I almost melt, then she looks back at Clary. "Well, I just wanted to say kudos. It's nice to see a girl with some balls around here. Wait. That doesn't make any sense. Never mind… You know what I mean. Anyway, see you around."
She turns around and starts to walk away, leaving me and Clary wondering what the hell just happened. But at the very last second, she spins on her incredibly high heels (seriously, how does she do that), and comes right back up to us. "Just to be clear." She tells Clary, staring down, straight into her eyes, "If you ever hurt Jace. I'll kick your ass." Then she flounces off.
Clary and me stand there in silence for a few seconds. "So that just happened." She says. "Yup." I reply. "Are you swooning?" She teases. I don't dignify that question with a response.
Instead, I decide to change the subject, "So, do you want to come to Eric's poetry reading? It's in an hour, at Java Joe's." I ask her. "Sure." Says Clary, "Let's go."
As I walk with Clary out of the school, and to the coffee shop, I try not to be completely consumed with thoughts about that pare of unexpectedly deep, brown, eyes, which flitted over me, even for a second.
So what did you guys think? Did you like it? Did it suck? Please Review! I'll try to update in the next week (it will be in Izzy's POV)