Young Royals

Chapter 4 - Simon

He walks through the hallways, his sister at his side, before getting to his locker. He sighs, putting his various books back in, wanting to be anywhere but here, but also wanting to be here more than anything.

His sister had been twitchy the whole morning, startling whenever he said anything to her and staring out the window the whole bus ride. He wasn't sure what was wrong, and while most times he would have been worried, today he has his own problems to deal with. 

He can feel his heart rate accelerating, the feeling of being at the top of a rollercoaster right before it starts to go down. The anticipation sung in his veins, and he stops for a moment, taking a deep breath. He turns to his side, ready to tell Sara they need to go somewhere quiet for a minute before he freaks out, and he sees him. 

He pushed that light brown hair back as they kissed. 

He really, truly let himself look at that face for the first time under moonlight at that stupid party, when he chased him down and asked if they wanted to go outside together, when he pushed him down and grabbed his face to shut him up when he teased him. 

He kissed him at that horror movie, and he just sat there, staring at him, so he kissed him again. And then he pulled him forward and pressed their lips together. 

Damn.

He's impressed with himself. The whole time over break, he thought himself pathetic for how much he thought of Wille, but now, he doesn't understand how his every waking moment wasn't consumed by him. 

How could he have possibly thought he could stop loving him? 

And then, he loses control of his body.

Because, without his permission, his legs move forward, his arms up and around the warm body that he spent fourteen nights missing. 

Wille. Wille Wille Wille. 

He can feel himself start to cry, even though he doesn't want to, but it's okay because Wille's worth it. 

Sprinkled in the movie of magical moments playing in his head is the occasional scene where he was stared at in public. Another with a reporter at his door. A third, filled with comments from people around the world who now know his name because he starred in an intimate video with the Crown Prince of Sweden. 

But he pushes those thoughts aside because he has never missed anything as much as he missed this. 

They step back slightly, and Simon looks at the boy in front of him. Did he miss me the way I missed him? Did he love me the way I loved him? Those two questions consume him, even as he tells himself with absolute certainty the answer is yes. 

"Hi." That beautiful, ridiculous boy says. 

"Hey." Simon replies, trying to press down his smile. He thinks he might faint. 

"How was your break?" And that is officially too much because he breaks down, laughing into his shoulder. He missed laughing like this, the way only Wille makes him laugh. God, he missed this. 

He sees the small freckles on his nose that can only be seen from up close. He wants to twist in his fingers in that soft hair. He wants those lips that have been on his neck, down his chest, pressed against his.

But he doesn't know what they are to each other anymore. Can they go back to being friends? That sounds too painful to imagine.