Author's note: Wow it's been foever. Hey guys, sorry about the long wait! I got this idea for qa fic and i just sat down and wrote. Here it is, and tell me if you can spot bothe the Sizzy book and TV show refrence. -Hiyall03
What three words describe you?
That's what his paper read. What was this stupid assignment anyway? Simon honestly had no idea. It wasn't like he'd taken this class for himself, his best friend was there. Clarissa Fray, aka, the love of his life. Not that she had any idea. He was just Simon to her. Simon Lewis, faithful nerd. Great, that was two words to describe himself, all he needed was a third.
"Pssst," he heard from the redhead next to him. "What are you writing?" Simon slid his paper over to her, the state hadn't changed, it was still blank.
"What about you?" he whispered back. He didn't really understand the purpose of the assignment; it was art class after all. Why would you need to describe yourself in three words for a painting? He saw Clary open her mouth, about to answer, right as the bell rang. He packed up his stuff as the teacher called out their homework like normal before they left class. Following his friend out of the room, he walked her to her next period. It was their last period of the day before the weekend. The weekend with homecoming. He and Clary had been to their fair share of homecomings in the past, but it was always as friends. So what was so special about this one? It was the one when he would finally summon up the courage to ask her out. A real date.
"See you after class!" Clary smiled and kissed his cheek. Simon watched her from the doorway as she went to take her seat. He was probably smiling like an idiot but he didn't care.
He was so focused on Clary that when he turned around, he accidentally bumped into a girl.
"Watch where you're going!" the girl shrieked and looked at him. Simon looked up at her and had to stop from audibly gasping. This girl was hot. Like, all his nerdy fantasies in one.
The girl had long jet black hair that flowed all the way down to her waist. She had platform shoes to make her seem taller, but Simon was pretty sure without them, he would be taller than her. The way her clothes hung tight to her body made him stare even more. Whoever this girl was made him forget about Clary for a second. But that was normal right?
"Umm hello? My eyes are up here geek." The super-hot girl rolled her eyes, "whatever," and pushed past him. Simon watched her sit down next to his red head. Right, he forgot. Clary. Clary was who he wanted, not this girl. He knew nothing about her anyway, and him and Clary knew each other so well. They knew each other better than best friends, he just wished there was another word to describe it.
The bell rang which meant he would be late to class. "Crap!" he groaned before sprinting away for an hour and a half of torture.
Clary had walked out of the building and smiled when she saw her best friend pacing by the tree where they normally ate lunch. She honestly had no idea why he'd asked her to meet him here instead of just going home like normal, but he looked serious so she had agreed.
Fall was one of Clary's favorite seasons. Ever since she was little, her step father Luke would take her out for what he called a "father daughter day of fall." Clary loved it, but this year Luke and her mother were away on a business trip. The day that she and Luke normally had was cancelled, but she knew it couldn't get much worse. She was spending the rest of the day with Simon, her best friend. What could go wrong?
Walking over to him, Clary smiled. "Hey Si, how was class?" She could tell he was nervous about something. The way he was fidgeting with his hands as he answered, the sweat that was furrowing on his brow.
"It was good," Simon smiled a bit as he took her hands. Clary looked up at him. Did she forget something about today? It wasn't his birthday, or the day his dad died.
She watched as he took a deep breath, as though he was about to drop a major bomb to ruin her day. It wasn't even funny how right she was.
"Clary," Simon bit his lip. How was he supposed to tell her this? He had no idea, none whatsoever. "I uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go to homecoming with me?" his hands were shaking and he couldn't feel his legs. They felt almost like jelly. For a moment the girl with the long black hair slipped into his mind but he shook her out of his head.
Then, the worst possible thing that could have happened, happened.
She burst into laughter. Her and Simon had never missed a homecoming together, why was he so nervous?
Clary studied his face when she was done laughing. It was sad, almost like, he was expecting something and didn't get it. Like a child on Christmas who hoped on getting a dog, but instead got a jack in the box with a clown inside which he was scared of. There was no reason that Simon should be acting like this, unless…
"Simon?" she whispered softly. "You don't mean as friends do you?" Clary watched him shake his head no and she sighed. Of course this had to happen on today of all days. First she didn't get her day with her step dad, then this cold hearted bitch sat down next to her during the last class of the day, and now Simon was asking her out. Was there any way to turn him down without ruining their friendship?
Clary could honestly say she had no clue.
Once she had started laughing, Simon knew that he was making a mistake. This was his best friend for years, and he threw it all away. But he needed to, didn't he? He couldn't keep living a lie. He loved her. Only Clary. Always Clary.
Simon nodded slowly to answer her question. He was positive she would decline, but he had a tiny sliver of hope that she'd say yes.
"I'm sorry Simon," Clary sighed and Simon's face fell. She had said no, declined his request. Simon listened to her go on and on about how she couldn't go with him, but all he could focus on were the words echoing in his head. "I'm sorry Simon. I'm sorry Simon." He had been shot down, and he wasn't sure if he would want to try again.
It was the night of homecoming and Simon's band mates had convinced him to go, though, Simon wasn't too happy about it. He threw on a pair of jeans and a nicer one of his t-shirts, all that meant was a shirt without words or an image on it, grabbed his glasses, and headed out the door.
The gym was packed to say the least. Freshman and sophomores were busting terrible moves on the dance floor and juniors and seniors chatted on the side. He sighed and looked around for his band mates when he got a text from Eric,
'Hey man, we can't make it tonight. Kirk and I caught a bad flu. Enjoy and dance one song for me.'
Simon groaned and shut his phone off. He went to the back and surveyed the people on the dance floor. Mixed in with all the freshman and sophomores was clary dancing with some guy he didn't know. God, Simon wished he could just go up and punch the guy square in the jaw. But the guy looked like he could take Simon in a fight any day, so Simon decided to just watch them.
After about thirty minutes of watching the blonde haired guy try to grope his best friend, he walked outside. He took in a breath of fresh air and was about to go back inside when he heard a faint crying sound. Looking at the bottom of the stairs, Simon was able to determine that the crying sound was coming from whoever was down there. He decided to go take a closer look.
Isabelle had never been great with love. Sure, she'd had her fair share of boyfriends, and more than her fair share of hook ups, but none of them ever got close to taking her heart. Her heart belonged to her family. Well, her brothers more than most. But sadly, after the guy she was going to go to the dance with canceled on her, Isabelle felt stuck. She had sat on the steps to try and figure out if she should find another boy or go in there alone when she got a phone call from a familiar number.
Her parents were both doctors, so she was quite used to getting phone calls for them in their offices, but this one she was not expecting.
Her brother Max was sick. Not sick like the flu sick, he had cancer. Since her parents were doctors, they had tried to get max the best medical care possible. But guess whose funeral Isabelle would now be attending on Saturday.
This was when she broke into tears, and Isabelle Lightwood never cried. But what else could she do? Her oldest brother was off at college, her parents were workaholics, and now, her youngest brother was dead. She was such a bitch at school, she had no friends. So there she was, crying alone on a staircase outside her sucky high school. She wasn't sure it could get much worse than this.
Simon sat down beside the girl. He wasn't sure who she was, it was too dark outside to tell, but he felt some urge to help her.
"Hey" he whispered. "Are you okay?"
The girl let out a chocked laugh "Do I look okay to you?" She wiped her face with her hand and Simon could see some black make up on it.
Simon sighed and stood up. "Sorry, I just wanted to help. I really don't need this right now. I've had such a crappy day."
"You've had a crappy day?!" The girl retorted and scoffed a bit. Simon did not need this right now. Some stuck up bitch in his business. But something about the girl seemed familiar, he just couldn't place what it was.
Simon crossed his arms. "Yeah, I have actually. My friends bailed on me tonight, and the girl I asked to come here was on the dance floor with some other guy. So yeah, I'd say I have it pretty bad."
The girl just laughed at him. It was an empty sort of laugh, one that he hadn't heard that often before. "I got bailed on too," the girl said quietly. Simon sat down so he was able to hear her better. "But that's not why I'm crying." The girl sniffled and looked up at him. Then Simon realized something. This was the girl! The one who had bumped into him; the one who no matter how mean she was, he couldn't get her out of his head. He needed to comfort her, somewhere, somehow, he knew that this moment could make or break his future. He couldn't screw it up.
Isabelle honestly had no idea why she wanted to confide in this strange boy with glasses. He looked so mundane, so boring, but she honestly didn't care. Not at this moment anyway. Whoever this boy was, he was seeing the raw Isabelle. The Isabelle that only her brothers saw, but now, this boy happened to see it too. So why not tell him?
"I got a call from the hospital today," she sighed. "My brother, he was nine and he had cancer. He…" Isabelle looked at her hands and took a deep breath. "He died an hour ago." She shut her eyes tightly. She honestly never wanted open them again.
"I was close to someone who I lost as well." The boy whispered softly. Isabelle assumed he was trying to comfort her, and honestly, she could use a little comfort right now.
"He was my father. Well, the man still is my father," The boy smiled slightly which made Isabelle giggle. Why was she giggling? This was not a time for giggles! She needed to get it together, but the boy smiled at her giggle and even in the midst of talking about death, she felt her heart warm a little.
Simon and this girl had talked for hours on the steps about their families. He'd even managed to get the raven haired beauties' name. Isabelle. He thought it was probably the most beautiful name he'd ever heard.
Isabelle had asked him to accompany her to her brother's funeral that weekend. He said yes, of course, and told the guys he couldn't make it to practice that day. He decided to give them a little taste of their own medicine.
After the funeral, Simon pulled Isabelle aside, "How are you feeling?"
Isabelle shrugged and Simon felt his heart drop a little. After spending such a short time with Isabelle, he knew he'd liked her. It was almost like he had forgotten about Clary all together.
"I think I'm doing as well as I can for just putting my brother in the ground," she sighed. Simon bit his lip and pulled her into a hug. "You're so brave Isabelle," he whispered, "so strong." He wasn't sure what inclined him to say that, but it was true. She was really strong, and if you looked passed the bitchiness on the outside, what he found on the inside was truly beautiful.
Simon could feel a brush of lips on his cheek and then smiled a bit. "What was that for?" He whispered.
"For being you," Isabelle responded. And with those three words, Simon knew he loved Isabelle. It was odd how three words could change your perception of a person just like that, but Isabelle had done it. All he wondered now was if she felt the same way.
Simon beamed at her and took her hands "I know this is inappropriate to do at a funeral, but I think were both past the grounds of following the rules. He smiled a bit. Surely a popular kid and a nerd made the perfect friends. Right? "But Isabelle Lightwood? Would you like to join me for coffee and studying tomorrow?"
He heard Isabelle's soft giggle. "I would love to."
Simon looked down at her and grabbed her chin lightly. He honestly had no idea what he was doing, he had never done anything like this before. But, he slowly lowered his head down and molded Isabelle's lips with his. They fit together like puzzle pieces, two oddly shaped humans with pasts and flaws, but when connected right, they fit.
Simon quite enjoyed his dates with Isabelle. The laughed and chatted about their lives, but the one he was on was probably Simon's favorite. He had no idea on hoe to tell Isabelle he loved her, but she had beaten him to it.
"Simon," she had said, staring above him from her coffee "I love you."
Simon honestly couldn't have been happier. "I love you too Isabelle" He responded and they both continued to drink their coffee. Isabelle wasn't making a big deal of it, and Simon knew that because both of them had known it for so long, it was just nice to have it said aloud.
Isabelle giggled and pulled his homework out of his bag "Aren't we supposed to be studying?" He watched her read the assignment aloud, "Describe yourself in three words."
Simon still wasn't sure what those three words were, but he did know three things.
He got the girl.
He loved Isabelle.
And she loved him back.