The Mortal Instruments- ONESHOTS

Simply Simon

There were reasons Isabelle simply hated Simon Lewis. She just loathed those stupid, geeky graphic T-shirts she never understood. She disliked his aggravating, annoyingly, soft curly brown locks. She hated his sweet doey brown eyes. She hated the way he made her stomach erupt with nerves. Even if it was the good kind of sweet butterflies that one might get from being completely filled with some nice sugary snack. But most of all she hated that he had finally made her fall in love with him.

He was somebody she would have never dreamt of even liking. He was nerdy. He was a downworlder! Isabelle Lightwood never went for guys like him. She was into the hot sports players. Not some scrawny comic book reader. And out of all those things, she reminded her of her once living brother. Max.

They had shared the same brown hair and silly hipster glasses. The same strange love for comic books and Star Wars. Was it wrong? Selfish,even, to think like this. Like she was trying to replace her little angel brother with Simon. She lay awake in her black silk bed, thinking of him. Not being able to even blink without the wisp of his image appearing in her mind.

All theese reasons led up to her leaping out of bed and grabbing her phone off the vanity. She found his contact instantly and hit the call button in a hurry. Desperate, to just simply hear his voice. This was it. She was going to tell him. She was going to finally admit to being helplessly in love with non breathing Simon Lewis.

After three rings, he picked up, his voice groggy. "Isabelle?" Her heart clenched at the sound of her name. He had been sleeping she could here it in his sleepy rough voice.

"Who else." She said. She took a look in the vanity mirror and sighed. "We need to talk. Meet me outside of the Faerie Fountain in 15 minutes." She said firmly. There was no way she would do this over the phone. This was to be done in person.

She heard a ruffled noise. Perhaps he was getting dressed? "Iz! It's like fou-"

"See you there." She snapped the phone shut before she lost her nerve and began to brush her hair.

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Simon quickly slipped on his jeans and a T-shirt not looking what it was. He grabbed his jacket and jammed his feet in his Converse© He grabbed a key and ran out of the apartment, laughing as he caught sight of Jordan with asleep with a controller on his chest.

Simon walked towards his destination and glanced at his shirt. He internally groaned. He had grabbed a dark red shirt with an Old English Font across the shirt reading: ·VAMPIRES DO IT BETTER· It was a gift that Jordan had given to him after Simon suggested he go chase the other dogs in the park.

He arrived and sat on the white marble fountAin waiting for the one and only Isabelle Lightwood. She had said 15 minutes, right? It had to be well past that. He waited silently, gazing down at the slightly green blue water. Then he heard the familiar clack of boots. He turned around. Ans as always he soon felt instantly nervous and jittery. That was the way she always made him feel.

As always she looked stunning. She had light purple skinny jeans on and a darker shade of purple top underneath her usual night black leather jacket. Her hair was pulled up so her face was open to him. His fingers itched to brush away the stray strands blowing into her pale face.

She walked up to him and stared for a moment. Just looked at him. That made him very aware of himself and slightly uncomfortable. He stood up as she neared him again, as a proper gentleman should. She finally reached him and stood extremely close. Only a thin book or two could fit between them. She leaned in slightly and shut her eyes. Simon prepared himself for one of her heart wrenching kisses and let his eyes fall close.

And then he felt it. A hard cold slam against his face. Swiping his head towards the side and causing him to stumbled back. If he was still his old mundane self he would have fell straight to the water. But his new vampire self had allowed him to catch himself and only slip onto the edge of the fountain. When he looked up he saw Isabelle casting a great glare upon him. He opened his mouth to ask her what the neck that was for but stopped when she answered his unasked question.

"That's for being so god damned cute!" She yelled. Simon looked at her wide eyed and confused. Was she drunk? High off pixie drugs? She walked and talked alright. Her face was bright red with anger and he hands clenched into fists. Another hand aimed his way but he caught her wrist. That didn't matter a knee jumped up to his ribs and he hissed, falling onto his side, trying to soothe the sudden pain.

"And that, was for all the times you've made me laugh!" She screamed. She stomped her foot on the ground and resembled a five year old having a tantrum. Yup, she had surely gone mad. He regained his composure and stood up slowly backing away from her.

He raised his hands in surrender and said, "Izzy-" She cut him off as her hands made contact with his chest and shoved him hard. He landed o. the concrete with a sickening crack. Thank the Lord he was a Vampire or her would sure be needing an ambulance now. He groaned loudly.

"And THAT was for making feel so freaking happy around you!" her voice was cracking as tears began to escape from her big black eyes. She bent down and grabbed a fist full if his shirt and hauled him up. He was prepared this time for anything. He braced himself but only felt her large soft lips press down on his. He stopped dead and then relaxed. He kissed her back softly and groaned in frustration as she pulled away. "And that Simon Lewis, is because I love you."

His nonexistent breath caught in his throat and he immediately grabbed her, enveloping her body in his arms. "I love you too, Isabelle Lightwood."