Disclaimer: We don't own Simon or Isabelle. The belong to The Mortal Instruments and Cassandra Clare.

These will be a series of drabbles/one-shots about Simon and Isabelle's relationships so the chapters don't necessarily follow each other. These are also posted on our tumblr: Isabelle-Lewis

Snow

It was snowing.

Isabelle didn't like snow. While it was fluffy, it was also cold, white, and provided no comfort to her already complicated life. It not only reminded her of her parent's cold relationship but also of her own cold and frozen heart. Permanently iced by her parent's relationship, hardened by her own relationships…. She sighed.

"Iz, you're not going out?" Alec asked her, disrupting her from her thoughts while hastily putting on his new blue scarf.
"Did Magnus give that to you?" she asked, letting out a small smile.
He chuckled nervously, "Yeah well he said it brought out my eyes."
She laughed, "It does. Have fun with your date."
He pursed his lips while looking down while pausing. Then looking straight into her eyes, he said warmly "Have fun today Iz. Don't stay cooped up here all day alright?"
She gave him a slight nod, "Okay."

While the snow reminded her that everyone's relationships were doomed to fail, she still wished for her own brother happiness. She hoped that his relationship would be one of the rare ones who'd last. If anyone can find someone to make them happy for the rest of their lives, she hoped it would be Alec.

Sighing, she let down her hair and went to her room to curl up with her favorite movie and maybe some hot chocolate.

SPLAT.

Jumping up hastily due to the abrupt damage to her window, she grabbed her whip to destroy whomever dared to do so when upon looking through her window, the sight of Simon in his messy hair and warm-looking jacket gave her own heart quite a beat.

"Simon, What the hell?" she shouted after opening her window.
He gave her a crooked grin, "Come down Iz."
"No."
"Don't make me come up there."
She groaned, "You can't."

Giving her a shrug, "Then come down then."
"Fine. Fine. Fine!" She said exasperated while shutting her window. Quickly grabbing the closest jacket she could find, she ran downstairs and put on some boots.

Opening her door, she walked out into the cold and immediately felt the chilly breeze engulf her figure.
"There better be a good reason for this Simon Lewis." She threatened, already feeling the chills.
He looked at her and shook his head. "Iz. I can't believe you went out wearing that." He then proceeded to take off his over-used jacket.
She glanced at herself, "Well, you told me to come down." She supposed she could have been wearing something warmer. Her black cardigan really did nothing against the cold.

"Oomph." She reflexively cried out, feeling something heavy and much toastier placed upon her. "You're going to catch a cold."
She let out a huff, "I'm not that weak." But she put it on anyway, feeling the heat go through her body.
"Better?"
She scoffed, "Not by much." Despite her words, she brought the jacket closer to herself. She saw him look down on the floor and immediately felt guilt. He was just trying to keep her warm. "I mean thanks. It was nice of you." She then noticed his lack of clothes, "Won't you be cold?"
"Vampire, remember?"
"Ah. Yeah." She looked down on the ground, "Well what did you want?
"Take a walk with me?"
"What?"
"Walk with me."

Taking a deep breath to tell him no, she caught a whiff of his smell. It was a faded smell, a hint of cheap aftershave and cinnamon. Reminded her of warm cinnamon and hot cocoa. Just thinking about it brought a warm shiver through her. And maybe, just maybe, he, he with his awkward smiles & warm yet unbeating heart, could melt her crystallized heart.

Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath and looked into his eyes and gave him a nod. "Okay."
He hesitantly took her hand in his and pulled her with him, fully melting her through her bones.

She felt better already.