Simon POV

A/n: Yeah, I know this took a long time, but I've been sick and experiencing serious writers block. I hope you guys like this.

Also, To the guest who mentioned Jace saying melon thing ,I actually saw that, and decided to leave it in because I thought it was funny.

I push the sliders on the soundboard up and down. Clary is late. I'm bored. Funnily enough, Magnus of all people was here early today, but he has yet to acknowledge my existence so it hasn't made my life any more exciting. He's never even been on time before, though, so I really don't know how to react to this. Henry, of course, is here too, but he's sulking for some reason and keeps staring morosely out of the booth window.

Everything is off today.

I see Jace walk into the auditorium, grinning like he was just crowned king of the world. I guess some things never change. He goes over and whispers something to Izzy, who doesn't respond. I mean she doesn't move, doesn't change her facial expression, she doesn't even blink. He leaves, and her gaze drifts up towards to the booth. Our eyes meet for half a second before she quickly looks away so quickly that I'm almost not sure that it actually happened.

Clary walks through the door and spins me around so I'm facing her, "Whoa! Hey there!" I laugh, "What's up with you?"

"Don't be mad" She begins.

"Uh-oh. That's not a good start to a conversation."

She rolls her eyes, "Shut up." She takes a deep breath, "I said yes to Jace."

I blink. "What?"

"Jace asked me out again and I said yes."

"Oh honey." Says Magnus, suddenly paying attention, "You know he only wants sex."

"That's what I said!" I tell him.

"Hey! give me a little credit guys," Says Clary, "Jeeze. I do have some self respect."

"And so that's why you decided to go out with Jace Lightwood?" I ask sarcastically. Clary glares at me.

"Just because I go on a date with him doesn't mean I going to immediately jump into his bed. Besides, we won't even be alone. You're going to be there."

I blink, "What?"

"I said you're going to be there. Jace suggested that you and Isabelle could double date with us. And I said yes."

I gape at her as Magnus bursts out laughing. "You-you got me a date with Isabelle Lightwood?" I don't know whether to be unbelievably happy, or shit-my-pants terrified. Clary just grins at me smugly, "You can thank me later."

"Hey! Can you get me a date with a Lightwood?" Asks Magnus. Clary just shakes her head, looking vaguely amused. "Did you just show up today because you thought Alec would be here?" I ask him. Magnus looks at me like I'm an idiot, "Well I certainly didn't come here for you."

I turn back to Clary, "So, when is this happening?" I ask. She raises her eyebrows, "You're in?"

I sigh, "Yeah. I'm in."

"It's tomorrow." Clary tells me, "Wear something nice." I nod and try to calm my breath. It's just one date, I tell myself. It's not a big deal. So what if it's with the girl I've been obsessing over for the past 2 years.

"Ooooh, someone's in love." Says Magnus, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "What?" Says Henry suddenly, "I'm not in love!"

Magnus, Clary and I exchange a glance. "Um, we weren't talking about you Henry." Clary tells him. He looks confused, "Oh." He sighs, "I think Charlotte is mad at me. I didn't go with her to look at dance locations. She's head of the prom committee."

"Did she ask you to come with her?" Clary asks. Henry frowns, "No, but when ever we spend time together, she always starts talking about prom."

"Uh, Henry?" I say, "Do you think that's maybe because she wants you to take her to prom?"

Henry's eyes widen, "No!" He turned to stare blankly at the monitor on the light board. Clary turns to me with a look that clearly says, "OMG! Henry and Charlotte! They're gonna be so cute together!" I nod (though I have less enthusiasm for this then she does, it is sweet to see Henry acting like a normal- albeit very socially awkward- person, with a crush).

Speaking of crushes, what the fuck am I gonna do about this date with Isabelle?

I run through the fields of a city of glass, with almost super human speed. I spy an open window in a tower, coming closer and closer. Isabelle. I speed up even more.

The tower is made up of stones, which I dig my hands into and climb easily. I guess I also have superhuman strength. I reach the window and jump in gracefully, landing silently on the stone floor.

Isabelle is sitting on her bed, cross-legged, in a white flowing dress that is slipping off her right shoulder in a way which is very distracting. She's polishing what looked to be a long, golden whip, which she has partly wrapped around her arm.

She smiles when she notices me, like I'm the person who she most wants to see in the world, "Took you long enough." She says, walking up to me and kissing me lightly. "Oh? Did you miss me?" I tease, pulling back, feeling surprisingly confident. She turns around haughtily and heads towards the bed, "No."

I put my hands on my hips. She turns back and pulls me towards her, "Okay, maybe a little." We laugh as we tumble on to the bed together and she kisses me deeply.

I can't believe this is happening.

We roll onto our sides and I stare into her deep brown eyes, "Isabelle I-"

"Shh," She places a finger on my mouth, "I know." She rolls me on to my back and straddles me. Now, she lets her dress slip off both of her shoulders. She leans down to stroke my face (which is happily glasses free- though somehow I can see perfectly), and starts to lean down…

I hear the opening notes of "I held her in my arms" by the Violent Femmes play and we both freeze. "What the-" I begin. but Isabelle just rolls her eyes, and climbs off me, "Of course. How could you expect anything else?" She says, and walks at the window, leaving me alone, with a bit of a problem in my pants.

I wake up. The sound of "I held in my arms" is streaming out of my phone. I hit the snooze button and close my eyes, trying to recapture the dream that was there only a moment ago. But it's no use. I groan in annoyance and reach over to grab my glasses. As the world finally begins to form shape, I remember.

I shoot up out of bed.

Eight hours later I'm sitting on Clary's bed, willing my hands to stop sweating. She walks out of her bathroom in a blouse, short skirt, and leggings, yanking a huge hairbrush through her mass of orange curls, "I hate my hair." She grumbles. "It looks fine." I say, as if I actually know what I'm talking about. Clary glares at me. Yeah, she can see straight through my bull shit. "Just stop stressing out." I tell her.

"Try saying that to a mirror." She snaps.

"Touché."

She sits down next to me, "Ugh! I don't know why I'm so stressed out about this, I mean, it's only Jace, right?"

"Uhh. Yeah. Right." I honestly don't want to think about Clary's feelings for Jace or why she said yes to him. I feel like, no matter what they are, they won't make me happy. "I don't even really know why he asked me out in the first place."

"Because you're cute, smart, and actually stand up to him?" I suggest. she smiles at me. "Thanks."

"No problem. Now stop moping and let's go, they'll be here any minute."

I grab her hand and we run down the stairs together. The doorbell rings. Perfect timing. Clary and I exchange one last glance before she opens the door. There stand Jace and Isabelle Lightwood, looking perfect as always. I take a deep breath.

"Hello there Clary, you look beautiful." Jace grins smoothly. "Uh hi." She replies smiling a little. He holds his hand out and leads her down the steps of her house. Isabelle and I look at each other awkwardly before following.

When we get into the car (which looks like it costs more than my soul) Jace and Clary sit in the front, with me and Izzy in the back. Jace leans back, and puts his arm around Clary's seat. Izzy and I sit on opposite sides of the car. She stares out the window, not looking at me. "So where are we going?" Asks Clary.

"This place called Taki's." Said Jace, "It's really good, we go there all the time."

"Oh. That sounds good. Is it far?"

"Not too far."

"Can we put on some music?" Asks Isabelle, turning away from the window. Jace shoots her a look, but leans over and presses a button on the dashboard anyways. To my surprise, it isn't virgin radio or some other top 40 station, instead it was the alternative rock station; WAQX-FM. "You guys listen to WAQX?" Asks Clary, sounding impressed. "Uhh… Yeah. I love this stuff." Says Jace.

Isabelle snorts, "Sure you do."

"Well, I like it as much I like other radio station." He says. Clary turns to him, "Not a music fan?"

"No, I like music, I just… don't love what gets played on the radio."

"Well what do you like?"

"Um… I like, classical piano music?" Jace sounds kind of awkward about that. Like he's afraid that Clary will think he's weird. This is both unexpected and strange on many, many levels. Clary just nods, and lets the subject go.

Recovery by Frank Turner comes on the radio, and Clary sits up "I love this song!"

"Really?" Says Isabelle, finally seeming interested, "Me too! I've never met anyone else who has the same taste in music as me!"

"Wait, so you're the one who listens to WAQX?" I ask. My god, this girl just keeps getting more perfect every day. She smiles at me and nods, "Alec listens to it too sometimes, but he prefers really angry metal music."

"Really? I always pictured him listening to Taylor Swift." I say. To my surprise and delight, Isabelle laughs at that, and moves a little bit closer to me, "So have you heard the new Arctic Monkeys album?"

"Um, yeah." I say, "I liked it, especially Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High. Though I'm a little sad they've gotten more polished and produced."

Isabelle lights up, "Oh my god, I totally agree! I miss how obvious their accents used to be." She says.

I can't believe I'm having a conversation about the Arctic Monkeys with Isabelle Lightwood. This is like a dream. "My band actually does a cover of When the Sun Goes Down," I tell her, "but it's not very good." She giggles, "Really? You're in a band? Do you sing?" I laugh, "No, I play the bass. Jordan Kyle actually sings."

"That's cool." She says, "I can't play any instruments."

"But you can act, that's pretty awesome." I replt, blushing a little. She smiles at me, making me glow a little inside, "Thanks."

We arrive at Taki's, which actually isn't really restaurant at all, but a little diner, that I probably would have walked right past if I hadn't been looking for it. Jace and Clary are involved in their own private conversation, so Isabelle and I walk in side by side, a few feet behind them. "You know, Jace never brings girls here." Isabelle whispers to me suddenly, "I think he really likes Clary."

"I hope so." I say, "She deserves someone who appreciates her." Isabelle turns to look me, "Are you sure you're not in love with her?" I stop walking. "No. No definitely not."

Isabelle shrugs, "OK."

I follow Isabelle to the booth where Clary and Jace are sitting, and slide in next to her. I pick up the menu and glance over it. It actually looks really good, but seems to have an inexplicable supernatural theme. "Faerie burger? Full moon pies?" Clary asks. Jace shrugs, "Yeah, it's gimmicky. But it tastes good."

"What's a blood slushy?" I ask. "Oh! It's a smoothie that looks like it's made out of blood. It's made of raspberries, and blood oranges and stuff." Isabelle tells me, "It's really good… Want to get one to share?"

I blink. Did Isabelle Lightwood really just ask me to share a drink with her? Fuck, my palms have started to sweat again. "Um… S-sure." I stutter. She grins, "Perfect!" She turns to Jace and Clary, "What are you two going to get?"

I can't believe this, I'm on a date with Isabelle Lightwood and it's actually going well. I can only assume that such a great start means that the second half of this date will be so bad that it'll make Psycho seem romantic.

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