A/n: my phone is on 4% and I finished this before it could die...feeling proud rn
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"What the fuck!" You shriek, hitting your head against your headboard as you sat up to cut on your light.
"Simon!" You practically yelled seeing him sit in your spinning chair.
"Shhh your gonna wake your parents up" he lightly scolds.
"Oh I'm sorry, how about I just go back to sleep so I won't cause any more inconvenience." You rubbed your head, feeling sore from hitting it. "Why are you even here this early" you muttered.
"I came over to hang out but you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you." He sits up from the chair, as he walks towards you.
"And you didn't think about just laying in bed with me" you asked furrowing your eyebrows.
"I mean I could have but then I wouldn't be able to see your face" He states as if it's obvious. Whenever you and Simon cuddled, you were usually the little spoon which meant your back being flush against his chest.
Seeing your confused look he continues "in the movies they like watch eachother sleep, and you said you thought it was cute" he shrugs, sitting next to you.
"Yeah but that's because it's not real, it gets kind of creepy when you start to reenact it" you throw off your sheets, getting into a more comfortable position.
"I wish you would have told me that before I climbed so high just to get to your window" he muttered. "Which I almost fell down by the way....4 times"
"Ok so that's actually really sweet of you but this early? It's barely 3am" you watch as he starts playing with the zipper of his jacket.
"I didn't actually think you would be asleep. I mean I didn't even know you slept. Seriously your sleeping schedule is completely fucked" he reasons.
You both sit in a comfortable silence, as you hear nothing but the sound of crickets and the faint sound of your dad's snores.
"Well sense you're here, and I'm awake. We could do something" you suggest.
A grin appears on Simon's face at your words. "No, not that. I meant something else." You lightly shove him.
Looking at his hands as he continues to play with his jacket you see his nails. The nail polish that once covered them, now looked like it was chipping away.
"I could paint your nails" you smile looking up at him. "Does that mean I get to paint yours too?" He asks, his eyes pleading for you to say yes.
Simon loved painting his nails, but mostly just dark colors though he was never imposed to the idea of using brighter ones.
You on the other hand hated nail polish, especially the smell. So room for improvising was needed, and considering Simon climbed up to your window just to see you, he deserved a reward.
