Izzy POV

Simon places his hand on my back. Whether he's trying to comfort me or keep me from falling over is unclear."He's awake?" I ask weakly.

The doctor nods reassuringly, "Would you like to talk to him?"

I feel my heartbeat start to speed up, "Really? Oh… Um… Okay."

The doctor raises her eyebrows, "Okay?" She says it gently, but I think she might also be mocking me.

"Yes. Yes I do." I say, more convincingly this time, and move to follow the doctor. Simon smiles at me reassuringly, "I'll wait out here." He tells me.

"Thanks." I follow the doctor into a cold, white room, where I see Max lying on a bed that looks far too large for him, sucking a lollipop. He's got a bandage wrapped around his head, but I can hardly see it because all the lights are off. "Hey buddy." I say.

"Isabelle?" Max asks, quietly.

"I'm here." I whisper, moving over to him.

"What happened?" He asks.

"You fell." I tell him, "Max, I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching you."

"It's okay, it wasn't your fault."

"I was just thinking about my own shit- I mean my own problems. I should have-"

"OK, first of all," Says Max, somewhat aloofly,"You couldn't have caught me Izzy, even if you had been watching. You're not spiderman. Also, I know what 'shit' is, I'm not a baby."

I let out a short laugh, "Wow. When did you get so grown up."

"I read." Max says proudly.

This time I laugh for real, "Really?"

"Yes, with all the traveling, and being the youngest, I get a lot of free time." He admits.

I sit down on his bed, "Yeah, I guess you do kind of get left behind sometimes huh?"

"It's okay most of the time. I like being on my own." He says.

"But you don't have to be all the time." I remind him.

"No?" He asks.

"Of course not."

"OK." He smiles, and I grab his hand.

At that point the rest of my family comes in. Alec races over to Max and immediately starts fussing over him. Jace also walks in quickly, but as soon as he sees that Max is okay, he slows down and tries to look cool. My parents, of course, never stop looking cool, and it is their concern that looks put on. Typical.

I squeeze Max's hand, "I'll be back soon OK?" I tell him.

He smiles at me, "OK." I back out through the ranks of Lightwoods and go back into the waiting room. Sure enough, Simon is still there waiting for me.

He gets up as soon as me, pulling me towards him,"So he's okay?" He asks.

"Yeah." I nod, "He's okay."

"And you?"

I nod again and give him a peck on the lips, "I'm okay too."

"So here it is." Says Simon, opening the door to his room. It's been three weeks since the hospital. Max is back at home and I my parents are back out of town

"Wow"

"Yup"

"It's different. Seeing it without… you know…"

"A raging hangover?" He suggests.

"Exactly."

He smiles at me. I blush and avert my eyes, "You play guitar too?" I ask, spying an instrument on the opposite wall.

"Not very well." He says.

"I always wanted to learn how to play guitar. My parents did not approve."

"Why not?"

"Have you ever seen school of rock?" I ask.

"Uh, yeah."

"My parents are like the parents from school of rock."

"Oh."

"Yup, we when they're home, we're not allowed to do anything that doesn't benefit our education or our future. They let Jace play Piano, because it's classical music that 'expands his mind' and they let Max read comics because it keeps him quiet when they're travelling, but other than that we are a strictly no frivolous fun family."

"That doesn't seem to stop you." He remarks, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me down to sit with him on the bed.

"Oh I stopped caring about what my parents think of me a long time ago. Do you remember that moment when you found out your parents were actual human beings and not, like, infallible gods?"

"Yeah. I think it was a couple years ago. My grandpa died and my mom just broke down."

"It happened for me when I was eleven and found out about Dad's affair. Ever since then I've looked up to Alec more than I look up to them. He certainly cares about me more then Robert and Maryse ever have."

"Isabelle, your parents love you, they just show it in a different way."

"Sometimes I'm not so sure. I guess they haven't been terrible about Alec coming out but, still." We lapse into a few minutes of comfortable silence while he slowly strokes my hair.

"Hey, want me to teach you a few chords?" He asks.

"OK" I say, allowing myself to follow the obvious change in subject.

A couple hours later I've learned a grad total of three chords, and am working on my fourth. "And that's F" Simon says, stretching my fingers over the chords in a way which really shouldn't be legal.

"Ugh it's hard!" I yell.

"Yeah, well that's why they call it F, it's a 'fuck you' to hands" He jokes.

"Clever." I reply dryly.

"Hey you got it! OK now pla in a row like that… Yeah… good. That's American Music by the violent femmes."

"Oh my god it is! That's so cool!" I can't believe it! I'm playing a Violent Femmes song, "Wait," I tell him" I play through the chords once more to practice, "OK," I say. I take a deep breath and start to sing, "I need a date to the prom,

Would you like to come along?

Nobody will go to the prom with me!

Baby"

He laughs, "Good job- wait are you serious?"

"Yes."

"You want to go to prom with me?" He asks.

"Well that's what boyfriends and girlfriends do right?"

"Boyfriend?"

I feel shy suddenly, "Um… yeah? I mean if you don't want to be-"

"No, no, I want to be-" he assures me. My heart soars.

"Great then. Simon Lewis, you are officially my boyfriend."

"And you, Isabelle Lightwood, are officially my girlfriend."

"Yes." I say, smiling, "Yes I am."

We smile goofily at each other for a few seconds (or maybe it's ten minutes) before moving forward and crushing our lips together. All coherent thoughts fly out of my head and I feel a weird fluttering in my stomach.

We push the guitar away and put it on the floor. We fall back and land on our sides, our bodies pressed up against together. We're both breath heavily, "Hi." Breathes Simon.

"Hi" I giggle. He kisses me again, this time it lasts even longer. By the time it ends I'm on top of him, with my legs on either side of his waist. Simon's hands are on the hem of my shirt and he's looking up at me with a question in his eyes. I smile at him, "I'm not drunk this time." I tell him, and pull the shirt over my head.

Simon's eyes widen, and mutely he pulls me towards him, "Wow." He breathes.

I roll my eyes, "You're such a dork."

He glares at me playfully, and flips me over so that I'm underneath him. "So now it's dorky to think you're beautiful?" He asks.

"Eww, you're so cheesy." I wrinkle my nose, but smile anyways, and pull him closer, "And if you at any point call what we're about to do 'making love' I will leave you right here."

"Oh really?"

"Yup, it's your choice Lewis. I mean it." But I don't really mean it. And Simon knows it. So I distract him by taking off his pants. It works admirably well I think.

The next morning I wake up, wrapped in the arms of someone incredibly warm. I think how nice it is to actually sleep with someone instead of just having sex with them. Then I want to slap myself before being so clichéd. I turn around in Simon's arms. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, and younger too (god I'm being clichéd again) especially since he isn't wearing his glasses.

His eyes slowly blink open, "Hey." He smiles.

"Hey." I reply. Then, "Are you blind right now?"

He laughs, "Nope I can see you, just don't move any further away."

"I wasn't planning on it." I say, moving closer to him and beginning to kiss my way up his neck. Simon groans and pulls my face up to meet him in a kiss.

"Isabelle?" He says a few minutes later.

"Hmm?" I hum.

"This isn't it, is it?"

"This isn't what?" I ask.

"I mean… We had sex."

"I'm aware."

"And… Well, I know you. Sometimes it seems like once you sleep with a guy you finish with him pretty quickly."

I roll back off of him, "Oh."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's okay. I know what you meant and it's true. But I meant what I said yesterday. I want to be your girlfriend."

"Really?"

"Really."

Simon grabs me pup in his arm and crushes his mouth against mine, eliminating all space between us. "I love you." he murmurs against my lips.

I swallow, and hold him tighter, "I-I love you too." I whisper. And for the first time since I was little, I mean it.

A/N: Sorry it took so long. There's only one chapter left though, and it's more of an epilogue. Anyways please review!