All good things

Chapter 4

Simon took the grilled cheese he had just made and moved towards Clary's room, pivoting around the room full of paintings on every corner. He almost knocked over a cup full of paint brushes and, to Simon's horror, water. He stopped in his tracks, eyes on the swaying cup. He sighed in relief when it stopped its moevement. "Damn Frays." he mumbled, thankful that Jocelyn wasn't home. He carried the plate to Clary's room successfully, seeing a fidgeting redhead down on her bed when he entered. "Finally." she said, reaching out her hands to take the grilled cheese. Simon handed it to her an eyed the cast on her leg. "How is it?" he asked, taking a piece of the bread. Clary hit his hand and glared at him. "Itches like a bitch." she said, taking a huge bite of the food, the cheese dragging out. Simon huffed out a laugh, taking Clary's phone that binged.

"Lewis." she warned, but Simon unlocked the phone with his thumb and smirked. "Isabelle sends her 'warmest' regards." he said smugly and Clary groaned. "Please tell me that's not a nude." she said, covering her reddening face with a hand. "She sends you nudes? You lucky son of a bitch." Simon stated, amused. He threw the phone at Clary, who opened the simple 'get well soon' message from Izzy. The redhead threw a pillow at him, which Simon caught, tisking her. "Is that any way to treat a friend who is taking care of his sickly and frankly annoying bestie?" Simon asked, smiling at Clary. She rolled her eyes, laying back on the pillows. "I can't stand being a prisoner." she declared, scrolling her Instagram. "Well, you can always paint. God knows there are not enough canvases lying around in your house." Simon replied sarcastically, sitting on the chair behind Clary's desk and took a framed photo in his hands. It was taken back when they were in senior year, Clary's hair were in a ponytail and she was smiling, showing her braces. Simon was wearing his glasses, but he, too was smiling. They looked happy. 

"Remember that? Just after we had taken the picture, Larry punched Jacob in the face and Ms Mckinley almost had a fit. She was so mad." Clary said, a small smile on her lips. Simon sighed, putting down the photo and closing his eyes briefly, smiling too. "Yeah, and then you said 'Senior year and only now something exciting happens'." Simon remembered. The redhead laughed, forgetting her cast for a moment, which resulted her moving it too fast, trying to bend it, which in turn made her wince in pain. "I can't believe you've never broken a bone before." Simon stated, coming to lie down next to her. Clary huffed. "It's a sprain. And not all of us are as clumsy as you, Simon Lewis." she said, resting her head on his shoulder, while Simon inspected his nails that he had decided to color in dark blue. Magnus was really rubbing off on him.

"Hey, about tonight. Isabelle said she'll keep me company so..." Clary started and Simon smirked knowingly. "So I'll make myself scarce." he said, not letting Clary finish. She smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Lewis. Not that I don't want to hang, but..." she continued but again, Simon beat her to it. "I know, Fray. It's cool. But when you stop coming to our weekly training sessions, then I'll know you've completely replaced me." he said mournfully and Clary shoved his shoulder. "Shut up. And besides, I can't train for a few weeks now." she declared, looking sad. "Don't worry, Isabelle will keep you fit in other ways." Simon smirked, earning a glare from Clary, who shoved him forcefully. For such a small girl she was really strong. Simon yelped when he fell off the bed. Just as he peeked up over the edge, Jocelyn knocked on the door frame. "Hey, guys. I guess you didn't hear me calling. I've got lunch for you, it's pizza." she said, nodding at them and revealing two square boxes. 

"I think I might be in love with your mom, Clary." Simon said, smiling at Jocelyn and taking one of the boxes eagerly. Jocelyn blushed as Clary shouted 'Simon, gross!'. The brunette laughed, taking a slice and Clary took one, too, even though she just had a grilled cheese.

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When Simon walked home, he whistled a tune. He had a free night and wondering what to do, he picked up his phone, turning it in his hand. Maybe he could call Jace? He hadn't seen him for a few days know, because he had been keeping Clary company, but he...missed hanging out with him. Which was extremely weird, because they'd just met. He pondered whether or not to push the call button when there was an incoming call.