Isabelle:
The sun shone bright today. That must be a good sign, Isabelle thought. She was sporting a colorful summer dress with red ballet flats. She hadn't worn something so carefree like in ages, but she wanted to make a good impression. Her hair was down so the light wind blew it in her face. She sighed. "Where are you?" Alec had warned her that Simon might not even show up, but she didn't care. This was too important to let fear and insecurities get in the way. She sat down on the root of the big oak tree in Central Park, examining her manicure as she normally would when bored to death. She looked around, eyeing every pale person resembling Simon, feeling disappointed when it was just another mundane. "Please show up…please,"
Simon:
"You should go," Clary encouraged. She's been at it for hours now, bugging him about going to Central Park to see Isabelle. Why should he? She left him. She had made it very clear at Veselka's that they were history. Clary should know better. She was there when it happened! "Shut up, Clary." He groaned. It was too early to start with him on this.
Isabelle had sent an invitation through Clary: a picnic today at four. It was three forty five now. He had planned to stand her up, tell Isabelle that he slept in. But it was really hard to do that when Clary keeps nagging at him to get up. Who let her in here anyways? "Go away!" He threw a pillow at her. She dodged it. Jace's training is really paying off. "If you don't, you'll regret it." She warned. He could feel her arms wrap around him, giving him a tight squeeze. "I just want you to be happy." He sighed, turning to face her. She was in one of her painting tees and ripped jeans.
Simon smirked, sitting up and glaring at her. "Then get me my pint."
Isabelle:
"I knew this was a bad idea!" She screamed into the phone. She hated him for letting her do this, for not stopping her when the idea sprouted in her mind. "Just wait," Alec said, sounding bored. That biotch, Isabelle thought. "It's been ten minutes already." She whined. Alec groaned. He must be with Magnus. He never likes to be bothered when they're together. "Then go call Clary. She's the one that delivered the invitation, right? Look I got to go. Love you, bye." He hung up before she could say anything else.
Isabelle decided to leave. What was the point? He's not coming. She blew it! Just then as she starts to pack her things, Simon walks towards her. She sighed in relief, dropping everything and running toward him. She stopped abruptly when she saw the look on his face. She took a few steps back, feeling shy now. "I'm so glad you made time to see me," He nodded, still not speaking. She leads him to the picnic area. He relaxes a little after she gave him some coffee laced with blood.
"So how's life?" She asked awkwardly. He looked at her, searching for something Isabelle didn't know. "Izzy, what's this about? What do you want from me?" She was taken aback. What do I want from you? She thought. She never really figured it out. She wanted a lot of things from him: his arms around her waist, his lips against hers, him smiling just for her, his heart belonging to her. She examined him precisely.
His guard's up, Isabelle thought. She could feel it. She bit her lip, at lost for words. I know why you're quiet, she wanted to say. Because of the last time you saw me. I left you there for death to take. "Simon," she whispered. "I haven't been sleeping. I can't stop thinking. I know it was weird for me to ask you to come here. I would've just gone to you but I didn't know where you lived exactly-"
"You didn't want to know." He interrupted.
"Yeah, uhm, right. I didn't." Simon sighed. "I kept playing back in my head when you left me. I go back to that night every time I close my eyes. Do you know how painful it is to give someone everything you've got and have them throw it in your face without so much as an explanation?" Isabelle froze. Now she felt like crap, making her anger flare up. She hated feeling this way: the feeling of self pity. "I realized I loved you, Simon!" she blurted out. "Back in December, I loved you. And I was afraid to be in love. I was raised to believe it was bad. I just didn't know what to do," She was just rambling now. She didn't know where this is going to lead to. She began to shake.
"Izzy, Izzy shhh." He took her hand, which were now balled up into fist. "It's okay."
"No it's not!" she cried. "How can you say that? I was a bitch to you! I treated you like shit Simon. Get that through your head! Why are you being nice to me? Why?" She shook violently. Simon wrapped his arms around her as an attempt to calm her down. "Because I care about you."
Simon:
Simon tried to come up with things to say. He mentally made a list of reasons he was being nice to Isabelle after all she did. "Because I'm genuinely a good person? Because you aren't a bitch?" Then slowly he said. "Because I love you."