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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
Missing
Rubbing his eyes to make him more awake, he slowly sat up. 4:00PM his clock informed him as he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. Isabelle had already gotten out of bed, he noticed, unsurprised. Yawning he swung his legs out of bed and pursing his lips he decided to go check the expensive ring he bought a few days ago.
Making sure Isabelle was nowhere near, he drew open his drawers where he kept his boxers and noticed one of his new ones were missing. Assuming they were just in the wash, he then dug around to look for the red velvet box.
He blinked.
It wasn't there either.
Panicking he yanked out all his boxers and felt around for a small box. Nothing. "Okay Simon. Where did you put it?" he muttered to himself while hastily putting back his garments in the drawer.
Drawing open all his drawers and digging into them in a hurry he searched his whole room for a certain box and found nada, zilch, nothing.
He ran a hand through his unruly hair before looking around his mattress, then inside his closet, then his book shelves. He ran through the bathroom and looked through the drawers and still found nothing.
Maybe it was in his pants or jacket pocket?
He went back to his closet and dug through his pants and jacket pockets and still found… nothing.
"Okay. Calm down. I know I bought it. I just need to know where I put it."
After about 30 minutes of destroying his room for the sake of a ring, he caught the aroma of something burning. Isabelle.
Bursting out of his room, he immediately went over to the kitchen and saw Isabelle attempting to stir-fry some vegetables yet burning them instead. He went behind her and gently grasped her hand that was holding onto the pan and moved it gently to the side, taking it away from the heat of the stove. "I thought we agreed that I'd cook for you." He said a tad bit exasperated, not from her but because he still couldn't find that damn ring.
She pouted, "But you weren't awake and I didn't want to wake you." She rubbed her stomach with her other hand, one of her rings catching one of the rays from the sun-set.
He blinked. Taking a step back to look at her more clearly, he noticed she was wearing one of his new boxers as shorts along with one of his favorite shirts. On her hand, it was the ring.
"Isabelle!"
She glanced down at where he was gazing. "I thought you wouldn't mind me taking one of your boxers."
Blushing a bit from the fact that his girlfriend was only wearing his clothes, "I … I don't but …" he sighed while rubbing his forehead. "I didn't even get to ask you."
"Ask me…" She paused, "Oh the ring?" She laughed and looked at the ring fondly. "It's beautiful Simon."
She stepped in closer to him, taking his hand off his forehead and intertwining her fingers through his. She gave him a slow kiss before whispering, "Well, aren't you going to ask me?"
