I am trying to not be so evil and give you all updates sooner. And for all the Sizzy lovers out there, some more developments.

And now for the mandatory disclaimer- I don't own the Immortal Instruments or the characters. Only the idea for the story is my own.

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Simon's eyes drifted closed once again. He had been waiting for hours, and his coffee had done nothing to help his attitude. If anything, the longer he sat in his vantage point the more irritable he became. As the minutes turned into hours, he continued the tedious cycle of keeping himself awake. His eyes would close and then be raked back open. He had soon made the decision to just dose off for a while. This decision was made easier with the knowledge that if he didn't wake up tonight when Izzy finally came home, he could always save his conversation and thoughts until the morning. Perhaps even calm down a little.

Simon had just begun to nestle into in chair finding a great comfort in this action. His head had found the perfect spot, one in which his neck wouldn't cause his neck to be strained in the morning and had the blanket huddled close when the door finally opened. Simon sat up suddenly, the blanket falling heartlessly to the floor. His sudden alertness was rewarded when he heard a sigh that could only be one of Izzy's. The cause of her sigh was readily seen when Simon noticed that she was standing in the doorway, looking in his direction.

Before Izzy could turn around and walk out of the room, no doubt to continue the exhausting cycle of avoiding each other. Or Izzy avoiding Simon rather, Simon called out.

"Izzy, please can we talk?"

"About what?" Izzy questioned innocently, still trying to exit the room.

Simon grabbed at Isabelle's arm, not tight enough to hurt, but enough pressure to force her to stay where she is.

"Can you please just stop?" Simon pleaded trying to hang on to want was left of his sanity.

"Stop, what?" Izzy asked surprised, still trying to hang on to her innocent act.

"That is just it!" Simon had reached the point of ropable. "I get that you do not like this situation. Do I need to remind you again that this was not what I had pictured either? Or are we to caught up in what you are feeling to?" Simon continued without giving Izzy a chance to answer. "This is so much less than ideal for you. For me. For us together. Equally. It is not any worse for you than it is for me. The people that were meant to protected us portrayed us both. And I get it, it sucks. But our engagement is not going to magically go away. Don't you think that if it was it would have already?"

Izzy took the time when Simon was taking a breath to try and give him and answer to the question.

"I can dre…" Izzy started but as Simon didn't want to hear her answer now, he cut her off.

"This isn't going to go away. And I am not going anywhere as there must be a reason. A reason for why our parents see that it is necessary for all this pain that they have caused. I don't know about you but I want to hear it. So, if you could stop with this high and mighty act you are pulling and actually tell me what is wrong?" Simon softened, before continuing. "It would certainly make things easier for the both of us."

Izzy was finally able to speak. "You don't remember? Really?"

This response may have re-angered Simon but instead, he just sounded tired. "What don't I remember?"

"Well, we must have fallen asleep during the movie," Isabelle started bashfully, hoping that Simon would recall the events. When he didn't she was forced to continue. "I woke up before you did and found that we were cuddling." Izzy finished quietly.

"Really?" Simon asked and Izzy confirmed with a shy nod. "That is what caused you to avoid me!" Simon began to lecture Izzy once more but then decided better of it when he saw what time it was. "We could have acted like adults and talked about it. This whole situation would have been avoided, and we could both be in our beds asleep." Simon told her calmly.

"Yeah, I know that now," Izzy started before adding a little giggle at how foolish she had acted. "But do you feel better now that we have all of this out in the open." When she was met with a blank look on Simon's face, she was forced to explain herself further. "I mean, I now know what you are feeling about all of this and you, know what I feel."

"I guess that you are right." Simon admitted both to himself and to Izzy.

Now, well and truly tired, Simon made his way towards the door. His hand was on the doorknob when he turned to face Izzy once more. "Goodnight." He called up the stairs that she had started to ascend.

She also turned to face him now, and her small reply came with her action. "Goodnight, Simon."

Both continued their way to their own respective beds, what each of them didn't know was that a small smile graced the others face.

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Clary and Izzy sat in Taki's, the morning after Clary's date and Izzy and Simon's fight, quietly sipping their coffees. Isabelle had called her best friend that morning insisting that she needed her. But after they both had arrived there was yet to be a word spoken, besides from placing their orders.

"Um, so how are thing with you and Simon?" Clary tested. Since she had arrived she had been trying to decipher what was wrong with Izzy and that had been the most logical solution that had entered Clary's mind.

"We had a fight yesterday. Two actually." Izzy answered not looking up from her mug as she was still lost in thought.

"What about?" Clary pressed, knowing that her friend would feel better for getting it out and perhaps even receive a little advice.

"Well, the first one was over you actually. He made a comment about you seeming happy with Jace." If Izzy had noticed Clary's slight look of discomfort, she didn't think much of it as she continued her story, anyway. "And I just snapped, thinking that he believed he knew you better. But that wasn't the real reason you know?" At this her best friend gave a nod to show that she was listening. "It ended with me breaking down and Simon driving me the rest of the way home. All because I was angry at my parents for forcing me to marry someone that I didn't and still don't know at all."

"That is understandable," Clary began, speaking through her discomfort at how close this issue was to her own situation. "It was nice that Simon would drive you though when you are too upset to you yourself." Izzy nodded and Clary not wanting to dwell on this issue anymore continued with, "What was the second fight about?"

"I was avoiding Simon after something that had happened later yesterday afternoon," Izzy said quickly, not to tell her best friend about the cuddling when she didn't know how to feel about it herself. "So, I had left the house hoping that he would leave. But he didn't so we ended up arguing about it."

Clary didn't push Isabelle to tell her more, she was just glad the conversation was directed away from the surprise engagement issue. Now, a comfortable silence settled over the two.

"So," Izzy started wanting to know more information about Clary's mystery man. "tell me something about Jace."

"What do you want to know?" Clary questioned trying to hide her internal panic, she wasn't sure how long she would be able to hide the truth from Izzy.

"Let's start with," Izzy paused for a moment to think. "Your first date."

Clary went on to tell her about the date she and Jace went on yesterday in detail, but not too much as she wanted to stick to the cover story that the couple had earlier prepared.

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Clary arrived at her home, exhausted from pretending around her best friend. Only to be greeted by Jace and her mother in the dining room.

Perhaps against her better judgement but also to keep up the façade Clary decided to join them. So, she entered the dining room, and scraped out the chair next to her fiancé.

As she ungracefully plonked herself into the chair, Jace spoke. "I think that it is time for us to start planning our engagement party. What do you think?"

Clary knew that joining the duo was a bad idea, and that just had been confirmed. Strangely she found herself mutely nodding and agreeing to Jace's outrageous plans.

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I apologize as I wrote most of this in the one sitting, and am not sure what I think of it. This week's random advice that I would like to give you, is to revisit a forgotten hobby and relax. You deserve it.

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