Simon couldn't fucking believe it. He liked Wille, but let's get real, he wasn't really one to have a spine. You know how they say the going gets tough and the tough get going? Yeah, that was not Wille.
Man, he must really like me, Simon thought.
Simon really liked him, too. He was kind, down-to-earth, funny, chill.
As Simon was half-reading, half-thinking in his room, he heard a car drive up the gravel road. Then he heard a knock.
What the hell...
He opened the door.
"Um, hey," said Wilhelm, sheepishly, lugging two suitcases behind him. "I told you I'd see what I can do. Can I...um, stay here tonight?"
Simon grabbed him, embracing him with all of his strength.
"You're here! Um, yeah, totally. I've gotta ask my mom, but I'm sure she'll be cool with it."
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Young Royals: Part 2
FanfictionTwo boys. One royal, one not. Out there just trying to figure out how to be together.
