Beyond Repair

5. Confusion

|Simon POV|

In all the years I've known Clary, she's never kept anything from me. ever. But now... I know her. I know she's keeping something from me. From all of us. Something happened that made her leave. She wouldn't tell me what it is before, but I'll make sure she tells me at dinner. She has to.

I was sitting on the couch, contemplating possible explanations of why Clary left, when Izzy came in to the room.

"Hey," she says, laying down on the couch with her head on my lap.

I look down at my girlfriend, and gently brush her long hair out of her eyes. "Hey."

"You okay? You look like you're trying to put together the newest big invention in your head!" Izzy says with a curious look on her face, as she smiles a little.

"Yeah. I'm just...," I say faintly, trailing off. I gaze up at the ceiling, lost in thought. Where had Clary gone? Who were the other two people besides Sebastian? Why wouldn't she tell me where she went? I have so many questions; my head feels like it's going to explode!

I'm still thinking about Clary when I look down at Izzy and realize that she's waiting for me to finish my sentence.

"Sorry, Iz. I've just..." I say apologetically.

She smiles her beautiful smile, and finishes my sentence, saying, "Got a lot to think about. I understand. Actually, no. I shouldn't say that. I understand not getting why Clary left, but I don't have the same situation as you besides that. We've got different relationships with Clary, however good they both are." I continue to look down at her, after she finishes her statement, shaking my head in wonder.

"What?" she says. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No. I'm just astonished that a perfectly amazing girl like you would fall in love with a Jewish vampire/shadowhunter like me," I say, laughing a little.

"Where did that come from? I didn't do anything amazing." Isabelle looks up at me, still confused.

"A, Everything you do is amazing, Iz. And B, the reason I said that is because you aren't like any other person I've talked to about Clary since she's left. Everyone has said 'I understand'-"

"So did I!" Izzy interrupts.

"Let me finish, Isabelle," I say, pretending to be stern. 'Yes, you did say that, but then you corrected yourself, saying that yes you do understand why I'm confused why Clary left, because you are too, but beyond that, our situations are completely different. You cared enough to not just brush me aside and tell me that I needed to get over it. That's completely and absolutely amazing," I say.

Izzy looks up, and surprises me with a kiss. She puts her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer to her. I give in, and pull my legs onto the couch so that they're parallel with hers.

I pull away for a second, and whisper, "I love you, Isabelle Lightwood. More than anything on this Earth."

Of course, that's when Clary walks in.

|Clary POV|

I walk into the living room, looking for Isabelle.

"Iz? Are you- woah." I look down at the couch and see Izzy and Simon laying next to each other, making out. I cover my eyes, but I know immediately that I'll never be able to unsee it.

"Clary! Uh, hey. Were you looking for me?" Izzy says shakily.

"Um, yeah, but if you're busy..." Without looking at them, I know that both Isabelle and Simon are red in the face.

"No, no. We're good," Izzy mumbles.

I slowly uncover my eyes, and see Isabelle and Simon sitting up, with a considerable amount of space between them.

"So. I take it you two are officially together?" I say. I know it's mean, but I'm having way too much fun watching them squirm.

"Yup."

"That's correct."

I look at them as Isabelle pleads with her eyes for me to stop, and Simon gives me his trademark warning look, and laugh a little. I cover my mouth, trying to cover it, but it's out.

"Sorry! Sorry. But you have to admit, it's kinda funny. I mean, it's not everyday that a girl sees her two best friends make out on the couch!" I say, laughing.

Izzy starts laughing, and eventually Simon does too.

"C'mon. It's time for dinner," Simon says, attempting to grab Izzy's hand but Isabelle pulls it from his grasp. "Hold on," she says. "I have to talk to Clary for a minute, but I'll be right there. How about you tell everyone to come down for dinner?"

|Isabelle POV|

Simon nods, kisses me on the cheek, and then walks out of the room. Clary looks at me, and say, "So? Whatcha want to talk about?"

"You tell me first." I say. Clary gives me a confused look, and tilts her head sideways a little, just like she always does when she's confused.

"Tell you what?" she says.

"Well the only reason you came into the Living Room was because you needed me, so I'm assuming you needed to talk to me," I say.

"No, not really. I was just looking for you. I thought maybe I'd introduce you to my other friends, since I never really got to before, which was really rude of me, by the way. Sorry about that," Clary says.

I look at her for a second, and I realize how much she has changed in the last four years. Four years ago Clary was shy and quiet. She would never introduce people to one another. Now she seems more confident, more independent. How she dresses is different too. Her hair, the red curly hair that I wish I have, is now dip-died with black, and she looks amazing! She doesn't wear baggy clothes all the time either.

A wave of sadness passes over me as I think about all the time I spent with Clary. My best friend. Suddenly I feel the need to touch her, hug her, just to make sure she's really there. I reach out and hug her. I can feel the initial shock Clary feels I her body at the beginning, but then she hugs me back.

"You okay?" she asks me, her voiced slightly muffled against my shirt.

"Yeah. I just really needed a hug from my best friend. That's all," I reply.

"Oh. Well, that's me!" she says.

"That's you," I say, smiling as I pull away.

"What'd you wanna tell me?" Clary asks.

"Well, I wanted to ask you something actually," I say.

"Oh. Well go ahead. Ask away!" Clary says.

"Okay. Uh, I wanted to know why you left, Clary," I say.

"That wasn't a question."

"Well, you know what I meant," I reply, laughing a little.

"I left... I left because...-"

"Isabelle! Clary! Time for dinner! Get your asses in here!"

"Well aren't they sweet? C'mon." Clary sticks out her hand to help me stand up. I grab Clary's hand to get up, and then let go as we walk towards the dining room. I'm still walking when Clary stops me. "Wait."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just promise me something."

"Depends on what it is, but I probably can promise it," I say.

"Okay. This is an easy promise. We'll be best friends forever," Clary says.

"Oh," I say smiling. "I can promise that."