It was blonde, tall, orange and totally not Simon's type. Cherrie was the tallest original blonde Oompa Loompa Isabelle had seen in her life. Not to mention she had the body of a stick insect too (however ridiculously large boobs were included). Cherrie sounded as if she was a dog whistle with words and every word she spoke made the whole household want to plug their ears!
"Cherrie!" Simon smiled awkwardly at the tart and walked over to her "This is Isabelle... Alec's sister!" Alec's sister? Alec's sister! That was it, she was in the ditch. The ditch that was impossible to get out of and the ditch that meant the guy who put you there would never bring you out again. The ditch was worse than the friend-zone; the ditch was just a bottomless pit of utter rejection.

"Simon! You haven't called me for three weeks!" Janice! She sounded like Janice from the 90's program F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
"Cherrie, baby I'm so sorry!" Isabelle was sniggering which caused Cherrie to give Isabelle a glare that could kill!
"I'll leave you both alone…" Isabelle left the room politely then burst into laughter as she left the room. From back inside she could hear nothing but Cherrie's overly irritating noise.
"I feel sorry for the poor guy!" Said Robert appearing in a near by doorway, grinning like his daughter.
"What the hell does he see in her?" Isabelle asked with emphasis on the hell.
"I have no bloody idea… probably the tits." Robert Chuckled after a short pause to think.
"I have tit and they're more natural than hers!" His daughter's word caused him to laugh once again.
"I know Izzy I know!"
"It's unfair… what does she see in him?" She knew this was a harsh question but surly in the bimbo rule book there was something about marrying the richest guy you possibly could… or an actor…. Or a model! And lets face it Simon was none of those things. This left Isabelle baffled.

The days, before Isabelle and Emily's departure, passed quicky and Cherrie stole every moment she could from Emily. Simon and his daughter weren't aloud one moment together without Cherrie piping up and stealing away his attention. She was a bitch and Izzy wasn't going to deny it for his case. It was Sunday evening, Isabelle and Emily we're due to fly from America in 12 hours and things were silent. The weight of the leave of the much loved girls was almost too much to bare. Everyone sat chewing, cutting and swallowing with a thick silence dressed upon them. The oak door burst open and the Bimbo waked in.
"Simon! You're not coming?" Coming to what Isabelle thought.
"I said no, Cherrie! Remember?" He looked pissed and scared at the same time.
"No you didn't come on!" Isabelle didn't know if her d=got up out of fear, or to shut her up. But he did he rose and walked towards her. Isabelle was mortified! How dare he leave at a time like this! It was disgusting!
"How dare you!" Blurted Isabelle rising from her chair! Both Simon and Cherrie turned to look at her wide eyed. Cherrie looked at her daring to carry on and Simon looked at her begging her to stop. But Isabelle carried on. It wasn't fair on Emily or Simon that the Mega Cow was taking him away.

"Excuse me?" Cherrie half laughed it.

"You heard me. It's bad enough that you've torn these two apart on their last week! But it's even worse that your stopping him from seeing his daughter in the last hours he has with her! You might be his girlfriend, but you act like his mother! It's about god dam time you stopped controlling his life and treated him like a girlfriend should. Any person with eyes can see he's scared and slightly annoyed with you! Your behaviour is undermining and childish and I think you need to grow up and start acting like an adult. Oh and also, your bobs look like skin coloured balloons, you're practically a stick insect. You dress like a second rate prostitute and I'm sorry but you really, really look like a blonde Oopma Loompa who's face-planted a paint pallet!" Isbelle sat down and carried on as everyone else, bar Cherrie, sat with their jaws dropped.
"Your one to talk, apparently you were the second rate whore before you left! And the amount of men you slept with clarified that!"
"You cow! Can't you see no one likes you!"

Simon spoke up "Isabelle, just leave it…"

"Fine whatever I was only making sure you saw your daughter! I thought you said you wanted to be her father!"

"I do!"
"It doesn't seem like it!" Isabelle sighed and cleaned Emily's face from gravy.
"YOU ARE THE ONE WHO STOPPED ME FROM SEEING HER!" Simon shouted causing most of the people in the room to flinch. She'd never heard him shout before and se certainly didn't like it!

"Not now Simon.." Was all she said.
"No I'm sick of staying quiet about this! YOU took my daughter away and YOU are doing it again! I want to be a dad, it's you that stopping me!" He exclaimed.
"Hah!" Said Cherrie but then Simon turned on her.

"You can bugger off too! You're not my type and you voice is annoying AND I'M NOT YOUR SLAVE!" Cherrie's lip quivered.
"You're crap in bed anyway!" And with that she stormed out. Simon sighed and noticed the room had cleared… everyone as gone apart from Emily and Isabelle. He wanted this to be his family, he wanted it more than anything but he knew it wasn't what Isabelle wanted.
"What?" He sighed.
"I thought you'd want to see Emily before we left." She said softly. Simon bent down and opened his arms and his daughter ran into them.
"Promise me you'll come for my birthday! You'll love our house it so pretty! And at night badger come and you can go to the seaside!" The way Emily spoke about her house made it obvious to Simon that she wouldn't like New York, not in the long run anyway.

"Yhea? I think I'll have to come and visit you then won't i?" Emily nodded at her father.
"I love you daddy!"
"I love you too baby girl! The hugged for a while and Emily cried a little and so did Isabelle, silently, secretly. Simon put Emily to bed that night, he told her stories of his heroic times before she was born. It was evident to Isabelle that Simon was going to be a big part in Emily's life.

The morning came after a rough nights sleep for both Isabelle and Simon. Neither of them wanted to say goodbye to one another. There was something unexplainable between them, a longing feeling for one another however, they both ignored it. Emily cried as she hugged her uncles, then grandparents then lastly, the longest cuddle was for her daddy.
"Stay safe okay bay girl? Work hard at school and I'll see you in October!" Emily sniffled into his shoulder making Izzy feel guilty yet again.
"Promise you'll come! Pinkie promise?" Emily held out her tiny pinkie and locked it around Simon's.
"I pinkie promise!" Izzy smiled at Simon's lovely gesture. Simon placed Emily in the Taxi and put her seat-belt on whilst Izzy and Alec put their bags in the boot.
"Thank you!" Isabelle hugged Alec tightly as her held her back.
"Travel safely alright?" Izzy just nodded into his chest as she bit back a sob.
"I will" She finally mumbled once she'd realised she wasn't going to cry.
"Good!" Alec patted her back and released her. Next up was Magnus who made some weird joke about airplanes being covered in glitter and crashing. Isabelle just assumed it was his way of saying goodbye to loved ones. Next was her father who pretty much said the same and so did her mother.
"Come back soon Isabelle!" Maryse smiled wistfully at her daughter.
"Thanksgiving, I'll be here!" Maryse nodded at her daughters promise the let her go. Next up was Simon. Simon… Isabelle had thought about this moment all night. He was the reason she wanted to stay… he nearly counteracted the reasons to go back, but one thing stopped her. It was the fact that nothing had happed between them, no kisses or hugs. No nothing. They almost kissed last week, but that wasn't something she could stay on. Much to her surprise, Simon held out his arms once she got to them. Isabelle launched herself into his arms almost knocking him off balance. The embrace was full of stored love. Full off need. Simon was warm, beating heart, strong. And Isabelle seem so small and fragile. They both were complete opposites to what they were before. Isabelle let go first- much to Simon's disappointment.
"I'll see you in October then." Simon nodded looking at his feet.
"Yhea I guess." He didn't raise his head.
"Bye…" Izzy didn't know what else to say. It was obvious he didn't want to talk to her; he was avoiding eye contact.

"Seeya!" He turned and walked into the institute leaving Emily and Isabelle behind. He couldn't face either of them. He was going to miss them both so badly. On the brink of tears, Simon threw himself onto his bed and jammed his earphones into his ear and played My Chemical Romance on full blast. In the background very faintly he heard the Institute door close. They were gone.