Simon Pov

"Wake up." The words are whispered in my ear, and are followed by a kiss on my neck. I groan and burrow my head farther into a pillow. "Come on Simon, it's time to wake up." Fingers are playing with the band of my boxers, "We have to go to school. Tonight is opening night of the play remember? The play I'm starring in, and you're doing the sound for."

I blink, blearily, and reach for my glasses only to find that they are already being placed gently on my face by a pair of soft hands. The hands are attached to Isabelle Lightwood, who is sitting on top of me wearing nothing but my "Death to the Pixies" t-shirt. It is probably the sexiest thing I have ever seen (besides Isabelle naked of course).

I grab her waist and pull her down under me, she stares up at me, hands still on the top of my underwear, "Of course…" She murmurs thoughtfully, "We do have a bit of time before we have to get ready." She reaches one arm up to loop around my neck and pulls herself up for a kiss. We fit together perfectly. It still amazes me to this day.

Too soon, she breaks away, "Okay times up." She announces, "We gotta go." She jumps out of bed and runs to the bathroom, I groan and reluctantly get up to go find some clothes.

I arrive at drama class, where we're about to finish up the tech rehearsal. The tech rehearsal, which we were supposed to have finished last week. We hadn't finished it last week, by the way, because Mr. Wayland had only given us five hours of tech rehearsals total, which is not enough. At all. I'm about to go over to say hi to Isabelle, because I haven't seen her since the morning (I spent lunch doing tech stuff) but I'm blocked by Mr. Wayland. "We need curtain call music." He tells me.

"I know." I reply.

"Well, do you have any?" He asks, frowning at me.

"No, not yet," I say, "but I was thinking, maybe instead of music, we just end the show with one note of an out of tune saxophone, like on the Muppets. You said you wanted a puppet scene."

He does not appear amused.

"I have a few ideas." I clarify, "I can play them for you once I'm in the booth."

"Good." He grunts and walks away. I roll my eyes.

I climb up to the booth, where a mildly heated argument is in full force, "For the last time, no boyfriends in the booth Magnus." Charlotte is saying.

"Your boyfriend's in the booth." He points out.

"My boyfriends in charge of lighting the play!"

"Yeah well my boyfriend's in charge of lighting up my life."

"Maybe I should just go." Says Alec, sitting in a chair off to the side, looking awkward.

"What if we let Alec stay, and make Magnus leave?" I suggest. Magnus flips me the bird.

"Actually Magnus, Simon has a point." Says Charlotte, "Why don't you go backstage and do some costume adjustments? That's where Clary is."

"Clary is backstage because that's where her boyfriend is. My boyfriend is right here and so that's where I'll stay." Announces Magnus.

"What if your boyfriend leaves?" She asks.

"Then I'll take him to a broom closet for the rest of the period and do something more interesting." He replies haughtily.

"Magnus!" Gasps Alec, eyes darting back and forth, cheeks flushed a deep red.

"Actually that seems like a great idea!" Magnus continues to himself, totally ignoring his boyfriend, "Come on love let's go!" He grabs Alec's hand and drags him out of the booth and into the main school.

"Well…" Says Charlotte, once they are gone, "Let's get this tech going!"

"Good luck tonight." I tell Isabelle, playing idly with her fingers, "I know you'll be great."

"Good luck to you too." She tells me smiling, "I'm sure you'll do great."

"Thanks." I say.

"Pressing buttons, playing with your dudads…" She continues.

"Yes, that is my exact job description." I nod, smiling.

She laughs, and kisses me again, "OK, I need to go now." She runs off, leaving me stunned for about the billionth time since we started dating. I gather myself enough to smirk at Jonathan Morgenstern, who is glaring at me from the corner, then I head up to the booth.

The play starts.

I have to admit, it's better than I expected it to be. Isabelle is awesome, of course, and the rest of the cast is pretty good too. The script is weird and rushed, but what are you going to do. After the show, I rush down to meet Isabelle backstage.

"We did it!" She squeals, running into my arms.

"Yeah we did!" I laugh, picking her up off the floor. We both break down giggling. Isabelle is the first to sober up, "I love you." She says.

My breath catches as I stare into her deep brown eyes, "I love you too." I tell her.

AN: So that's it! I hoped you guys liked it. I probably won't be writing any more long stories for a while, but I'll try to post some oneshots, if you guys have any suggestions, or pairings you'd like to see leave a review or PM me. Cheers!