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Simon frowned as he entered the diner, he was meeting with one of the shadowhunters for the first time since they revealed the truth about the shadow world to him a couple weeks ago. They asked him if he wanted to become a part of it, he wanted to become a shadowhunter. Apparently, he had been friends with them, and he’d been a vampire. Apparently, he’d given up his immortality to get them out of hell, and because of that he’d lost his memory of the events.
He wasn’t quite sure if he believed them; but they’d given him quite a lot of proof that supported their bizarre claims, and they did seem to know an awful lot about him. And so he’d believed them. He might have, also been having strange dreams, that they had claimed as the fragments of his memories. Isabelle had reassured him over the phone that they were nothing to be afraid of, but each time he had those memory filled dreams, he couldn't help but wonder what he'd gotten himself into.
He had spent a lot of time on the phone with Isabelle and Clary - mainly Isabelle if he was being honest - but he was still rather nervous about today. Phone calls were nothing like talking to someone in person, and he was scared that he was going to ruin how Isabelle thought of him. He couldn't imagine how he'd ever convinced her to date him, but he could definitely see why he'd liked her.
She was funny and kind, badass and brave, and most importantly, she treated him as if he was just as good a person as her. News flash. He wasn't. She was this brilliant, kickass demon killing shadowhunter; and he was just Simon, a teenage boy who supposedly gave up his immortality to save his friends, and to free them from hell. Not that it was something he could have imagined himself doing, he was far too scared of everything.
Isabelle had assured him that he had been like that the first time he'd been introduced to the shadow world. She had also assured him that, give time, he had become just as brave as any shadowhunter. He wasn't sure if that had ever been him, but he'd made it his mission to prove them right, to become (or re-become depending on who you were) that person.
He could see Isabelle sitting in one of the booths over in the corner, and she seemed rather happy to see him. "Simon," she called, waving at him to come over, "hi."
Sitting down next to her, he fired himself to smile slightly. "Hi Isabelle," he said awkwardly.
"Izzy," she corrected, "you always called me Izzy before."
"Right," he muttered, internally cursing at himself. "So, how are you?"
"I'm alright, I'm dealing with everything as well as I can," Izzy replied, as if knowing how nervous he was being around a girl as pretty as her. "But you're the one we really should be talking about. How are you dealing with everything?"
"I'd like to say I'm dealing with everything rather well," he said, "although I'm convinced I must have paid that worlock guy - Magnus, I he was called - to put you under some sort of spell. How else would I have considered someone as gorgeous as you to date me?"
"I'm not quite sure," she said between her laughter, "but I don't think Magnus put a spell on me. Perhaps somebody else though."
"Who?"
"You silly," she smirked, "I fell in love with you, and you always said that love was a type of magic."
"I did?" Simon asked carefully, unsure if that was something he'd say.
"No, you definitely did not," she mussed, "it was Clary that said that."
"Can I get you anything?" a waitress asked as she came over towards them.
"I'll have a coke," Simon said without any hesitation. He'd been coming to this diner for years so he knew exactly what he wanted.
Izzy paused for a second as if trying to think of a mundane drink she liked, before saying, "I'll have the same."
When the waitress left to get their drinks, Simon couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
"What?"
"You've never been to a mundane diner, and you don't know any of our drinks," he said between his laughter.
"That's not true," she retorted whilst rolling her eyes, "I've been this diner with you before."
"And did you not drink anything then?" Simon questioned jokingly.
"I did," Izzy said with a hint of a smile on her face, "I had coffee then, and now I'm not in a mood to drink coffee."
"And what sort of mood do you need to be in to drink coffee?"
"I'm generally rather tired when I drink coffee, and I'm definitely not tired now."
"Are you sure about that?" Simon mussed, "You seemed a lot more relaxed whenever we talked over the phone."
"Well," she started, "there's a reason for that."
Simon was about to ask what that reason was, but he'd noticed that the waitress was back with their drinks. She placed them down in front of each of them, and smiled at them.
"Thank you," he said after she'd given him his coke.
"Of course," she said with a smile, "you're always so polite every time you come."
"That's my pleasure," he said.
"Of course it is, you're a very polite person," she replied as she started to walk away from their table. "Congratulations on getting back together with your girlfriend too," she added, turning around so he could see her cheeky grin before she left.
"I- Er-" Simon muttered intelligently to Izzy when the waitress had gone to help another table.
"See," Izzy said with a smirk, "people do remember us being together."
"Alright then." Simon had a sip of his coke, "So, what's the reason why you're so tense?"
"Well, it's about the academy," Izzy started, "they want you to start next week."
A smile formed on Simon's face, "Really? That's great? I can't wait!"
"Really? I thought you would be worried about leaving your life here."
"Not particularly, ever since I accepted the existence of the Down World I've been desperate to join the academy."
"That's great," Izzy said with a smile. "We can finish up here and I could help you pack if you want."
"That would be great, thank you so much," he said gratefully. Simon had some more of his coke, excited to finally go to Idris.
"You're welcome." Izzy took a sip of her coke and nearly spat it out, "That's disgusting. How do you like that?"
"It's delicious," Simon argued as he drank the remainder of his coke. "But if you don't like it we should pay, and go to mine to start packing."
And so, they stood up to leave, left a $10 bill on the table, and left to start packing.