This is eh. Crap basically but I'm posting it anyway because ya'll seemed to like the last one which i also thought was crap so yeah enjoy some SimonXIsabelle.


Metro Station

The subway was disgusting. She had never liked it down there. She preferred to travel by cab on the streets of New York, no matter how crowded and jammed they were. Simon had insisted though. He had insisted they ride the metro to their date.

Part of the experience.

Which lead to Isabelle slouching into her seat, trying not to touch any of the sweaty bodies jam packed into the car. She would have to take a bath in hand sanitizer later to get rid of all the stink and germs. Did that man just rub his boogers on the pole Simon was using to keep his balance? Disgusting! This experience was not fun.

So far this date was not going how she had wanted. She had even worn her favorite red dress with the black high heeled boots. Of course she had weapons concealed all over her and the trademark golden whip curling up her arm like a bracelet. She looked stunning, as per usual. But this subway was ruining it!

She could feel her black hair sticking to the back of her neck with sweat, her perfectly styled curls uncurling from the heat. Perfect. Just perfect. She had spent an hour styling it. This date better be pretty special or she was going to seriously flip some shit on vampire boy over there.

And the fat man taking up two seats next to her better watch his hands because if she found them wandering again he would find that he was missing one. The shriek of a baby welled through the car, getting louder and louder with each passing second adding to Isabelle's already pounding headache.

She glared up at the coordinator of this horrible experience, wishing every impossibly painful death on him that she could. This was his fault.

The loudspeaker crackled to life and "Central Park." the only words she could distinguish from the crackling static. Why did they have to take the subway to Central Park? A cab actually would have been easier for this trip.

Simon reached down and took hold of her hand, pulling her up and away from the people around her. She immediately snatched her hand away and gripped his elbow. She wasn't touching his hands until they were cleaned. They were stopped in front of a large building, with perfect mirror sized windows, in a remote part of town. Isabelle was peering into one of the windows and fixing her hair. A she had thought, it was completely ruined. All her hard work down the drain. "That was absolutely disgusting. My hair is completely flat now." She complained loudly, still trying to fluff her hair.

Simons unruly head of hair appeared in the mirror next to her. His arms snaking around her waist and pulling her into him, fingers splaying out across her stomach. "It wasn't that bad, beautiful."

"I'm never doing it again." Simon only hummed a reply as he pressed his lips to her cheek, and then her neck. He actually always knew what to say to make her feel better, even if she didn't tell him that he made her feel better.

He never degraded her with his words. He rarely ever called her babe or baby. He usually used bigger words, more meaningful words like beautiful and gorgeous and that's what she loved about her nerd. She liked his big words and geeky ways. She liked that he knew things and he wasn't just some jock who couldn't hold a conversation. He was interesting. He never bored her and that was what she had been looking for.

She believed that the guy you were with had a duty to make you feel special. Like you could be feeling worthless and unneeded by everyone and it was his right and obligation to make you feel special. Because out of everyone they should be the ones that want you to feel better. Those who want you to feel special.

And girls were obligated to make the guy feel special too. Relationships were specific to making each other feel good.

There was no doubt that Simon made her feel special. Made her feel worthwhile and wanted. She might be beautiful but she was still self-conscious. Every girl was. No one was perfect and she didn't expect to be. Sure it's be nice but it wasn't possible. She was able to convince herself she was close though.

"So did you bring me out here to kill me?" Isabelle said lightly, looking around at the empty street and buildings.

Simon scraped his teeth across her neck causing her to shiver. Sometimes she forgot what he was. "I wouldn't have had to take you all the way out here to kill you Izzy." Simon turned her around so she was facing him. "Not that you don't have the means to protect yourself anyway. I wouldn't even be able to touch you." He said, tracing her whip and up her arm, a grin breaking out on his face when she smiled.

"Too true, vampire. Too true."

"C'mon. You're not going to want to miss this."


A/N

so yeah... There ya go. Not horrible but not great either. :/

im just going to start dumping all of my TMI one-shots here. So follow it if you want. (even though I personally don't think they are all that good.)