Hello Everyone. Sorry for my lack of updating, but I have some good news. This term's assessment task period is over and I'll have more time to write.

I alike many others do not own The Mortal Instruments, only the idea for the story is my own.

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Not too long after the movie had ended or perhaps it was before, Izzy and Simon lay side by side. To anyone it may look like they were cuddling. But they weren't. No, the fact that Izzy had her head on Simon's shoulder encased by his arm, softly cradling her to him, was just a coincidence. Their eyes were closed, and their breathing had become soft and steady. The peaceful looks that graced the faces of the two told anyone who saw them, that in this moment if only for a second, they might even be content. But this moment couldn't last long.

Eyes began to flutter open. Izzy's. She had caught herself in an outer body experience. Maybe it wasn't an outer body experience as such, but that was the only reason that she had come up with as to why she was in the position that she was in. But she just couldn't seem to make herself move.

Simon was the first to hold her, to comfort her. Sure, Clary had tried but that was once tears had made an appearance, and had stopped shortly after the tears had stopped falling.

A sudden realisation came to Izzy. If she wasn't in this situation she wouldn't need the slight comfort that was offered to her. And with this new epiphany she tore herself away from Simon in a way that wasn't in the least bit gentle.

Her abrupt manner caused Simon to wake with a startle. Izzy didn't seem to the least bit effected by that fact though, she was already on her way out of the room. Isabelle didn't care to stay for any explanation that could be offered, she had the confirmation and didn't care for the reasons that were behind their unexpected positions.

Simon sat there, where Izzy left him moments earlier, confused. What had he done this time? They had watched the movie that she had chosen, he had even made Izzy popcorn the way that she had said it had to be done. Maybe it wasn't him? Could it have been that Izzy was still upset about their situation? And didn't want to be around Simon anymore? If Simon was honest with himself, he didn't know and he also didn't know Izzy well enough to make an accurate guess.

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It had been twenty minutes since the waitress had shown Clary and Jace to their table. Twenty-five minutes since Jace had dragged Clary from her parents' house without even allowing any goodbyes to be said, let alone for Clary to change and mentally prepare herself for their impromptu date. Jace claiming that these reservations couldn't wait. The silence that had enveloped them since, only left time for Clary to reflect on Jace's seemingly strange actions.

"Ahem," Jace tried as to gain Clary's attention. "Have you decided on what you would like to eat? I could flag the waiter if you like." The silence seemed to have unnerved Jace too, as the waitress would surely come when she believed that they were ready to order.

"Umm, yeah. I do believe that I have. What are you going to have?" Clary inwardly cringed at her response. She was supposed to be marrying the man in front of her, so why can't they hold a simple civilised conversation.

"Why is this so awkward? We are getting married, and want to act like the happy couple that we wish to be, so why can't we have a normal conversation? I mean we're able to when we're around others, but why not alone? We are adults. I would like - no - need to get to know some things about you. If we are really going to put on this act for everyone, I should know at least the basics." Clary gaped at herself. She hadn't meant to ramble on quite so much, she hadn't meant to at all.

"Okay, what do you suggest we do about that?" Jace questioned her calmly. Whilst what she had said was rushed and came out abruptly, Clary had made a valid point.

"It seems a little childish, but we could play a game of questions?" Clary offered as a solution, although to herself it seemed to be unlikely. She felt like all of her words were the wrong thing to say and her thoughts wouldn't offer up anything else. Clary didn't even feel confident with in herself anymore, this situation had stolen that from her. The life that she thought she would have gone. Even her old life was left in tatters. But she refused to say these things to Jace after all, somethings are not meant to meet the ears of the fiancé you had just recently met.

She was quickly drawn out of her miscellaneous thoughts by a seemingly unaware Jace.

"It that like twenty questions, but without a number?" Jace had his question meet by a small nod from Clary. "Well in that case it might be a great way for you to learn about my blistering self."

"Okay, so who goes first?" Clary inquired, deciding to ignore Jace's ever present arrogance.

"Me." Jace smiled, he believed that he could have some fun with this. But deciding that maybe now was not the time for his snide remarks, decided on a basic question, even if it wasn't the question that he was itching to ask. "What is your favourite colour?" 'Nice, Jace, way to sound like a three-year-old' he inwardly chided himself.

"Well, I am an inspiring artist so all the colours are of equal importance to me," Clary started. Maybe this date and their plan will go well. "But if I had to pick just the one it would be…" After a moment's thought, she had an answer. "Blue, not dark blue but the kind of blue that the sky is on a clear day. And now it is my turn to ask you something."

The conversation continued to flow for this point on easily. Simple questions were asked that gave simple answers. Neither of them spoke of how they were feeling about all this madness and neither of them asked. And for at least a moment the two were content, talking and laughing with one another.

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Izzy quickly turned around, changing the direction that she had chosen to go. Izzy had spotted someone that she didn't wish to face right now, for there was a conversation that had to take place that she was far from ready to have.

This sudden change in direction didn't go unnoticed by Simon. Or the many times before that this had happened. The house was small when you were trying not to be around or even seen by someone. It had only been a little over an hour since Izzy had awoken to find the pair cuddling on the couch. Since that moment, she had been doing everything that she could to avoid Simon.

Isabelle went as far as to not stay in a room longer than a few minutes before leaving again. She was beginning to become irritable. Not over that she couldn't face Simon, but rather that he was refusing to leave her house. Her room, her own private sanctuary was even off limits to her, as Simon has surely checked multiple times.

As she exited yet another room, she finally had an epiphany. If Simon wouldn't leave the house, what was stopping her. She could leave. Maybe go to Taki's for some food. She was there earlier today but that didn't matter, she was desperate, tired and starving. Quickly making her mind up, Izzy went to where she was sure that saw Simon place the keys to her car earlier. Snatching them up, along with her purse as she crept towards the front door.

Behind Izzy was a very confused and slightly raging Simon. It had become clear that any progress that they had made earlier today was lost. But not only was it lost, their relationship had taken a huge leap backwards. They needed to be able to talk to one another, even if it was through the snarky remarks that Simon had surprisingly become accustomed to.

If Isabelle had wanted to leave with the hope that all the problems would vanish while she was gone, Simon prohibited himself from letting that happen. He wasn't ready to defy his parents' wishes not yet. Not by a long shot. But most of all he wasn't ready to give up on Izzy. She could push him away all she wanted but Simon wasn't going anywhere. Things had to be a whole lot worse before that would happen.

So, with this new resolve Simon went to find a cup of coffee and a comfortable spot to sit and wait. He knew that Izzy hoped that he would leave but that wouldn't be happening yet. He would leave when he was given an indication of what was running through Isabelle's mind but until then he would drink his steaming cup of delicious liquid while he waited.

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So please let me know what you guys think? Also, I would like to give you all some advice. Do something brave this week and you just might surprise yourselves. My brave act is that of my new look. I am now sporting a shaved head.

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