RIGHT! New chapter! Sorry for not posting for so long, just recently got into school, and procrastinating alot...
Sizzy. That's my summary of this chapter.

Simon hated hesitating. But he also hated confessing. He didn't know how it would end up, and look at what happened between him and Clary. Burying his head in his hands, he proceeded to think this through, not so subtly making pained expressions.

This being the reason, he stood in front of Isabelle's door for a good ten minutes, until Magnus passed by and gave him a shove.

The warlock whispered in his ear:

"Accept the things to which fate binds you to, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart."

And then knocked on Isabelle's door for him.

Simon let out a yelp, and glared in mortifying embarrassment at Magnus. If Magnus had been anyone but Magnus, the laser sharpness of Simon's scowl would have him pinned straight to the back wall.

All the warlock did was erase his presence, giving Simon one final thumbs-up and a smirk, mouthing the words 'good luck'. Simon continued to glower at the spot Magnus had occupied previously, and that was the exact inopportune moment when Isabelle chose to open the door.

"What're you glaring at?"

Simon snapped out of his death glare and faced back, and felt that he could simply die of awkwardness. Isabelle was looking at him like an intruder, a chiselled sculpture of cold beauty.

"I – Could I just come into your room for a minute? There's something I want to talk to you about."

Isabelle narrowed her eyes, but still let him in without a word. She quickly plonked down on her bed, while Simon remained standing.

Not looking at her, Simon started. "I think that you should know that Clary and I aren't going out anymore. And while I'm not going to ask you out right after I just broke up, because, then, what sort of sleazebag would I be? But I would like you to know that I kinda, well you should be able to guess – I'll be leaving now, sorry for disturbing."

And then promptly fled from the room, leaving a stunned Isabelle sitting there, pondering all that Simon had just said.

Simon stood outside Isabelle's door and leaned against the wall. He groaned, and squatted down pensively, his brain just done with catching up with to his mouth. He put his hands to his face, feeling the sweltering heat on his cheeks, and then felt like he needed to go and stick his face into something so that Magnus wouldn't come up and ask how it went.

Walking back into his temporary room in the Institute, he faceplanted on his bed, imagining Isabelle's anger and disappointment drill into his back.

Seriously, Simon, what the hell was that? Did you just say that you were going to ask her out, and then immediately say that you weren't going to ask her out because then you'd be a sleazebag!? Oh my god. What were you thinking?

WHAT. WERE. YOU. THINKING!?

He just hoped he would be able to have dinner without spending the whole time with his head down and his face ablaze.

Oh, man, he really, really hoped.

Isabelle was stunned. But she was also confused. What did Simon mean by, "But I would like you to know that I kinda – well you should be able to guess" because, no, she had no ability to guess, beside one possibility, but she didn't want to be too hopeful, unless what Simon meant wasn't what she thought he –.

Her head hurt.

She thought to herself. "I always thought that I was immune to ever falling in love, but my heart was easily pierced."

She was finding him cuter and cuter, and it was killing her. She just hoped that she could get over dinner without doing something idiotic.

Around 2 hours later:

They all sat down around the living room and dining room of the Institute. Isabelle was resisting the urge to glance up at Simon while she was eating, but god, the atmosphere was terrible.

Jace was still heartbroken and sore because of Clary, while Clary and Simon had just broken up, and were now feeling incredibly awkward around each other. Magnus had gone back into his apartment for some clients, and Alec was just plain uncomfortable without the glittery warlock, not wanting to remind everyone else about his 'problem'. Simon was trying very hard not to die of embarrassment as being in the same room as Isabelle, while she herself was attempting to deduce what Simon had said to her.

All in all, dinner was heavy and suffocating.

Isabelle stood up, strode over to Simon, dragged him out, and into her room. She was going to collapse from uncertainty, and thought that it was better to drown now of heartbreak than to be forever undefined.

She folded her arms together and gave him one of her signature glares. Feeling his uneasiness radiate off him like flurries of flaming fire sparks, she softened her gaze.

"Simon. What was that last sentence about?"

Simon squirmed under her gaze and looked over her shoulder. "You should be able to understand, I mean, I would think that you'd have the most, uh, experience? Is that the correct word? Wait, why am I even talking to myself?"

He groaned, facing away from her. "This is awesome. F-forget what I just said." Simon then sidestepped to leave, but Isabelle, not wanting to be kept in the dark, grabbed his sweaty palm, and pulled him back.

Isabelle pleaded with him. "Simon, just tell me. Bluntly. Now."

Simon was fighting with himself. He was suffocating at not being to have his feelings in the open, but also afraid at what was to come. He then remembered what Magnus had said.

Time, place, being seen by others, it didn't matter anymore. All he needed was, for once, to wear his delicate heart on the fabric of his sleeve, and just get his feelings across to the most beautiful person now in his life, that was so close, a few words and a whisper away.

"I like you, okay?"

Isabelle was left breathless. She had wanted to hear those few words for so long. Here was this boy that had just confessed to her, and said that he loved her. And most of all, he was gentle and shy, the complete opposite of the boys she had known and gone out with all her life.

"Okay." She whispered. "I do too."

Simon's eyes grew wide and he blushed. "Really?"

"Then, c-can you go out with me?"

"Yes. But keep this a secret for the time being, okay? You don't want to be a-a what did you call it? A sleazebag?"

Simon took one abrupt step forward, and put his arms around a startled Isabelle, hugging her close to him. He breathed in her scent, vanilla and lemongrass. Here she was, and she fit, perfectly with him. He broke the hug, and left, going back into the dining room, whispering one final thing into her ear.

"I just want you to be happy, okay?"

Hmmm. Just to be a filler for the storyline? I dunno.

More hints from different mangas~! (::) (::) (Assassination Classroom, Kaichou wa Maid-sama)

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