hatred | miniminter

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simon's thumb rhythmically moves along my hip, spooning me, but laid awake - usually i wake up before he does, but this morning feels different. "you okay?" i sigh, moving my hand on top of his.

"mhm." he mutters, his thumb now beginning to tickle and i jolt.

"that tickles." i whisper, chuckling to myself, but he only remains silent. "are you alright?" i question again, he presses his body close against mine, warmth surrounding us.

"why wouldn't i be?" he groans, pressing a soft kiss on my shoulder.

"you don't seem it." i mumble, "just making sure."

"mhm," he hum's in my ear, "i'm fine."

"i know you're lying, but i know i can't get it out of you." i shrug my shoulders before he nuzzles his face into my neck, feeling his warm breath on the delicate skin which almost sends me to sleep again.

"you hungover?" he grumbles into my neck.

"meh," i respond, "a little bit, you?"

"yeah," he sighs, "think the whole cal thing sobered me up to be fair." he mutters into my skin harshly, sending a shiver down my spine. "last night was a good night," simon sits himself up, pulling his head up but still resting on my shoulder, "and then he had to go be like that."

"just don't think about it." i roll onto my back, now staring up at him, "no point in getting annoyed over it."

"but there is." he huffs, "pisses me off that he thinks that about me," he throws his head back into the pillows but turns to look at me, "that's why i want people to know eden, so they can understand we can get along."

"i think it's more than just getting along," i smirk, "i understand i just don't like explaining it, what if we go back to hating each other? we'd never live it down." rolling onto my side, i gaze up at him.

"why would that happen?" he copies my actions, tucking his hands under the pillows beneath him.

"i dunno," i shrug, "i just feel like if it did happen then it would make it worse."

"but it wouldn't." he shakes his head, "you're deeping it too much."

"maybe i am," i bite my bottom lip, "i get what you mean though. it's awkward when people are like, oh you guys aren't arguing today, but it just seems to confuse everyone."

"you're worrying about nothing." he raises his eyebrows.

"you're literally gonna have to tell everyone you fancy me to explain it, that's pretty gross." a cocky smirk forms across my lips.

"ew," he pulls a disgusted face, "i don't wanna tell other people my feelings." he softly laughs, pulling a hand down to rest on my waist beneath the covers, "but last night bothered me."

"you shouldn't let it." i exhale.

"but it did, i just wanted to sit there and explain everything and just be like i do know everything and i do like her and," he lets out a frustrated groan, "and i couldn't do it because it wouldn't be fair on you."

"it's not like i don't want people to know as it would make our lives much easier, it's just the explanation and dealing with the same reactions from everyone. it's frustrating." i shrug my shoulders, "ethan reacted exactly the same."

"why did you tell ethan?" he furrows his eyebrows.

"me and ethan are actually really good friends."

"no, i know. i just thought that maybe freya or someone might've known first."

"it's because at our party, when you said that shit to me and he came outside with me, i was saying he wouldn't understand and he explained that he doesn't care what it is he just wants to know, i didn't plan on it." i chew the inside of my cheek, locking eyes with simon.