A/N: Sorry, sorry sorry! I'm going to stop apologizing and making excuses and leave you with the story...
Chapter song: You can rely on me - Jason Mraz also, the song Clary's singing is That's not my name - The Thing Things
Simon's POV:
It was dark outside when I first woke up. I felt like crap. My head hurt, my ears were still buzzing, I has a stomach ache and I really didn't feel like getting up, but something had waken me up, maybe it was the pain. My stomach twisted as I came to this realization, so I got up, not even trying to look for my glasses, and crawled outside of the room to the bathroom.
"Good morning, sunshine!" the brightness of the living room blinded me and made me take a few steps back.
"Rebecca" I whispered, not having energy to talk louder "what are you doing up?"
She didn't answer, instead she dragged me to the kitchen and sat me down on one of the chairs, a glass of water was suddenly on my hand, but after the first sip, my stomach made me flinch again. I closed my eyes and wrapped my hands around my body, trying to make it stop.
"How much did you drink last night?"
"Not much..."
"Simon" she sounded concerned, I opened my eyes but without the glasses I wasn't very sure of what her expression was like, besides, the light wasn't helping, so I closed them again "did you thow up before bed?"
I shook my head.
"Did you eat something?"
I shook my head again.
"God, Simon!" she moved and then put what sounded like a plate on the table in front of me "eat this and then drink the water as fast as you can"
I opened my eyes, it was half a banana, just the sight made me sick "you're kidding, right? I can't eat it"
"I promise you'll feel better. Eat it and the lay around, it'll give your body something to thow up, and afterwards just eat the rest of it and go to bed"
"Becks-"
"Si, just do it, please. I have to go now, but I won't leave until you eat it"
"Where are you going?"
"To the gym, now that it's early and there's nobody there, and then to the library to meet with my study group" she was trying to get the hair away from my face, that, combined with the general tone of concern on her voice, made me feel like I was a little boy again, when my father died and Rebecca took care of me. The fierceness in her eyes when she talked again only made the feeling stronger: "eat it, don't try to distract me"
A few minutes after my sister left I was finally able to sleep. She had been right, and when it was finally time for me to wake up I felt rested, and with only a small headache.
I promised Clary that I would go with her to buy some art supplies that she needed for a new painting, because apparently the shit ton she already had just weren't right. Whatever. She put up with my quirks and I put up with hers, that was the deal, so I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower just to lay back down again an hour later, done with waiting in the livingroom.
Finally my phone ringed, waking me up, of course.
"Simon! I'm outside, sorry I'm late I was just-"
She was too loud for my head, so I kept the phone away from my ear and grabbed my keys.
"I'll be down in a second"
"Were you asleep?!"
I hang up and hurried up downstairs before she continued screaming through the phone. She was waiting on her old red car with the passenger door opened, as soon as I got in she started the engine and we were off to her favorite art supplies store.
"How are you this morning, Simon?"
"Good..."
"Awesome! I love this song!" she nearly shouted, then she turned up the volume and started to sing.
I flinched and tried to keep my mouth shut, but I couldn't, so I turned the radio off.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just have a headache"
"You do? why?" her eyes were on the road but she had a mischievous smile on her face.
"I might be a little hangover..."
"I knew it!" She shouted again, making me flinch, again.
"Clary! can you keep it down?"
"Oh! we're a little snappy today, aren't we?"
I made my best how-dare-you face, but she laughed off and instead pinched my cheek with her free hand.
"You're adorable"
"No, I'm not, I'm manly as hell"
"Of course you are..." she pinched my cheek again "now, about this hangover..."
"Yes...?"
"Eric tells me you disappeared last night?"
"I'm sure he does"
"Simon!"
"What do you want me to say, Clary?"
"First, drop the attitude, second, what happened?!"
"What do you mean what happened?"
"Yeah, what happened? Did you go home?"
"Be straight forward, Fray"
"Okay... did you have sex last night? were you with a girl when you went missing?"
I sighted, of course she would think that, I mean, of course she would hope that. I wasn't one to have a lot of relationships, in fact, the last one was a year ago, it lasted about three weeks and I only count it because it was with Clary. To be honest, it was the last thing on my mind, not that I was still hung up on Clary, that ended a long tome ago, it was just that I didn't really care.
"I was with a girl, but we didn't have sex, now drop it, Clary, please"
"Was she pretty? did you ask her out?"
And like that my suffering begun. I gave her short answers at first, but the she started asking very specific questions, making it impossible for me to avoid her questions.
In the store she got distracted and I got some peace. She was hypnotized by the colors and the brushes, is was a wonderful sight, her mouth a little opened, sometimes moving as she read something from the back of a bottle, she barely blinked and she walked quietly, like she was floating.
Unfortunately, it didn't last forever, and the second we were out of the store the interrogation continued. It wasn't as if I didn't want to talk about last night, I mean, a beautiful, stunning, girl had actually not just had a drink with me, but we made out, which was amazing, and we almost took it further, but I sopped her. I was blown away. I wanted to talk to Clary, but it felt awkward.
"Look, Simon" she said after a while, we had just taken her bags to the car and now we were walking to a small coffee shop just a few blocks away "I don't want to be nosy, I just want to know what happened, are you going to see this girl again?"
"Let's get some coffee and I'll tell you, okay?"
"Okay" she smiled and hooked her arm in mine "but you can't leave any detail out"
"Fine"
The inside was warm, with soft music playing on the background and a few people talking. We bought some dark coffee and sat down at a table by the window, she pierced me with her green eyes as I sipped my coffee.
"Tell me!"
"Calm down, Clary"
"Don't tell me to calm down, Simon"
"Okay, listen, I met a girl, we had a drink, then we went outside, made out but I sopped her before we did anything else, a few minutes later she had to leave, so I walked her inside and then found a ride home, and that's it"
"That's it?! That can't be it!"
"That's it, Fray"
"Do you like her? Did you ask her out? What's her name?"
"Well, she was hot-" she shot me a dirty look "I mean beautiful, and I do have her number, but I don't know if I should call"
"What? why not?"
"Well, I was pretty drunk, not so much I don't remember what I did but... I was not acting like myself, maybe she wasn't either"
"Simon, we both know you never drink, so you can't just assume she was as drunk as you were, first, and second, why would you think she wouldn't want you to call?"
"She's not exactly the kind of girl that aims for me, Clary"
"Ouch, thank you, Simon, that was flattering"
"Sorry... but you know what I mean, she's like the cheer captain-"
"This is not high school, just call her, or text her"
"And what should I say?"
"Well, it's too late to ask her if she got home safely, or how did she sleep, but you can still ask her out"
"Fine, I'll text her later, but now I'm starving, how about chinese take-out and Halo?"
"Perfect, let's go"
"I smell chinese, I hope you left some of it for me"
"Hi, Rebecca!"
"Oh! Hey, Clary, I didn't know you were here"
"Well, she is" I didn't want them to start talking about art, at least not until I win.
"I can tell, Simon" she dropped something and walked to the kitchen "now, where do we stand on that chinese?"
"Ha! Die, Fray, die!"
"Whatever, Simon, some of us actually have things to do for school and can't play everyday"
"What's that I hear? Oh, yeah, is the sound of a sorrow loser!"
"Hey, guys! Chinese for Rebecca, yes or no?"
"Right here, next to the loser, Becks"
"Thank you" she grabbed the half-empy container and took it to her room "by the way, you have a text"
A/N: This is my little Simon's POV, it's a little short but I hope I got him, I'm not sure. I'm also naming the chapters now, so, there's that. Thank you for putting up with my schedule inconsistencies, I love you. (Also, I have a tumblr now, it's on my profile, if you want to ask me something, go ahead)
