Have a good day
From Ya boi YeetMcYeet (AKA Trevor)
"Come on Simon, you can do this." I muttered to myself as I stood outside Clary's door.
It had been 2 weeks after we broke up. 3 weeks after the Seelie court. But, I promised her that she was still my friend, best friend in fact; and if nothing else, I'm a man of my word, however much the promise hurts. I just didn't get it. Why?
Not a 'why-does-Clary-still-has-feelings-for-Jace-who-she-only-just-found-out-wasn't-her-brother-like-yesterday' why. But more of a 'why-don't-I-feel-completely-devastated-and-depressed-that-the-girl-I-have-been-dreaming-about-since-I-was-like-seven-just-broke-up-with-me' why.
Seriously.
It was verging on being psychopathic.
I wanted Clary the moment I knew her. She was sweet, beautiful, stubborn, and so many other amazing things. But… I dunno… I just didn't feel that 'this-is-my-best-friend-who-will-never-feel-the-same-way-about-me-as-I-do-for-her' heartache for her anymore. I didn't feel jealous of Jace for being able to take her heart in the second he met her. I didn't feel angry at Clary for having the unwarranted feelings in the first place. I didn't feel that self-loathing I should by the fact that I wasn't – and never could be – enough for her, while Jace could be it and all in one second. And the worst part was…
I didn't even feel awkward talking to Jace.
WHAT THE F*CK WAS WRONG WITH ME?!
At the very least I should feel mad at Jace. Or jealous. Even sub-consciously ignoring him would be better than being friends with him. I know that made me sound really petty, I couldn't help it. He was literally everything I was not. He oozed sex-appeal. Could charm anyone, man or woman. He could probably get someone in bed with just a look.
Simon on the other hand, was none of that. Sex-appeal? *Snorts* True, thanks to the constant training and the whole vampire thing, he did have a pretty defined body. But his constant nerd-babble, as Izzy had once nicknamed it, basically counterbalanced it to the max. Charming? Simon was lucky if he managed to string a couple of words together without offending someone or something. And as for getting anyone in bed, it had taken him 16 miserable years to even process getting his first guy into bed.
Guy?
No, person. Yep. Person. Girl. Not guy. Stupid bloody mouth…
Yeah, okay. Simon was pan. He wasn't that fussy over who he slept with… or how many. Not that anyone knew, of course, even Clary didn't know. The Shadowhunter thing seemed to come at the perfect moment, right when Simon was comfortable enough to tell her. (Note the sarcasm.) It just didn't seem like something important to bring up. Not when the whole downworlder population was at risk.
Okay, definitely telling her today, no use putting it off any longer. Then mom. The Rebecca.
At times he thought Rebecca already had some idea, if the knowing looks were anything to go by. Like last night, when he had a werewolf and warlock over, both of them too drunk to cast a glamour. They left the next morning with a limp. Let's just say that the vampire speed seemed to have the desired – and loud – effect. *clears throat* So yeah… Simon was pretty experienced.
What, how did we even get to the topic anyways?
Urgh.
I bashed my head against the door in front of me. Letting my body lean into the cool wood as I tried to herd off the thoughts in my unruly brain.
When did my life become so confusing? Why couldn't I just be a normal, straight, alive male who had a comfortably crush on his completely normal best-friend? No. Instead he was a fricken blood-thirsty, UN-DEAD, vampire with a best-friend who was not only part of an ancient race of secret angel-blooded warriors, *takes deep breath*, BUT ALSO HAS THE ABILITY TO CREATE NEW MAGICAL DRAWINGS WHICH DO MAGICAL SHIT. And that's not even mentioning the whole day-lighter fiasco. I bashed my head against the door, harder this time. At least now I felt some emotional stress, instead of feeling absolutely heartle- WOAH!?
"What, Alec? What has my bloody grandma done now?" Jace fumed as he opened the door violently. Instead, an imbalanced Simon fell onto his chest. "Oh… Simon." Jace said, confused, as he looked down at the boy on his bare chest. Simon blinked, grappled the doorframe and stood upright, pushing off of Jace.
"Oh my g-g-" he stuttered, not being able to pronounce the God. "I'm so sorry. I though this was Clary's room. I have to talk to her and tell her… some stuff. Wait? Is this her room? Or is this your room? I swear this was her's… Oh. OH. Did I interrupt something…" He coughed nervously. By the time he had droned off, Jace was fake-snoring against the door-frame.
"Oh, you're finished." He said lazily, flicking his eyes open. "This is my room. You interrupted my reading, if you must know. Clary's is down the hall on the left, but she's currently training with Izzy in the training hall."
"You read?!" Simon was astounded.
"Seriously? Why does everybody say that?" Jace grumbled. Raising his voice a tone louder, he continued. "Aside from that remark, which you will pay for dearly in due course, why were you leaning against my door? I know you thought this was Clary's room, but it's a little weird to be honest."
"Oh… right… I, um, I had some things on my mind." He replied sheepishly, tilting his head slightly as he trained his stare to the ground. If he had kept his eyes up, he might have known better…
"Even though that doesn't really explain it, I'm gonna let that slide… What's that on your neck by the way?" Jace said rather pointedly. Simon's head snapped up. A hand instantly went to cover the telling mark. Flustered, he avoided Jace's eyes.
"Nothing." It came out squeaky. "Nothing." That was better.
"You sure?"
"Mm hm." Simon agreed.
" 'Cause ya'know what it looked like to me?" Simon was silent, still in a staring contest with the floor. Jace leaned in fugitively to the vampire.
"A hickey."
The second the traitorous words left his mouth, Simon spluttered and started rambling non-sensical fluff.
"Whaaa? No. Nuh uh. It… urr, was with a, um, why would I, it would be dumb. Who would even- why do you even care?!" he finally spat out. Jace smirked at him.
"I couldn't care less who you sleep with, when or where. I more care that you managed to get somebody to sleep with you in the first place. I think you'd better come in."
"Dick." Simon muttered, while walking into the room. Jace shut the door softly behind him.
"So… which torture methods did you use to convince the unlucky girl to let you lose your v-card to them?"
"Hey, they were completely consensual and I lost my v-card ages ago." He blurted out, furious. Jace looked astounded. Only then did Simon realise his mistake. Shit.
"Hold on, ages ago? As in before Clary?! And they? As in more than one person?! How the hell did you manage that?" He sounded disbelieving, shocked, even awed. Simon rolled his eyes.
"Maybe not every guy thinks I'm as dorky as you do." Simon murmured. Obviously, he just had to say it just loud enough that Jace just happened to hear every. Single. Word.
"GUY?! As in male. You mean to tell me that two guys went to your house and fucked you, and you aren't having a mental break down right now? What happened to cute, innocent, nerdy little Simon?" If his eyes opened any more, they would be rolling on the floor.
Finally, though much to late, Simon kept his mouth shut.
"Oh, so now I get the silent treatment. Angel, you're unbelievable." Jace huffed in annoyance. Right as I've gotten something actually interesting, he thought. Suddenly, an idea hit him. He grinned with wicked amusement. "Okay. Fine. Have it your way. Maybe I should just go ask Clary what's going on." Jace started walking towards the door. He was rewarded with a desperate Simon grabbing his wrist, eyes wide in comedic fear.
"No no no no no. Please don't tell clary. She doesn't even know I'm pan. I was gonna tell her like, months ago. But then she discovered that she was a bloody Nephilim and that her crazy psycho of a farther was mass murdering downworlder after downworlder… after that, my whole sexuality thing didn't seem that important anymore." He stopped, suddenly aware of how much he's just spilled his feelings to Jace.
"Chill dude. I don't judge." he gazed at Simon with a long and calculating look. "Look, I won't tell Clary but... you have to tell me everything."
Beat.
"Deal."
Thanks to anyone reading this.