𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀. | 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘄

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disclaimer: i changed their ages in the previous parts to be slightly younger don't shoot me 🙄☝🏻

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6:34pm

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simon plugged in his headset, and got his game set up, all ready for him to play with a boy who's face remained an anonymity to him. the tall blonde waited for the notification that 'bogsock' was online.

as soon as the tiny *ding* noise popped up on his screen, simon started a call between himself and the other boy;

"hey," spoke a small, soft voice. the boy on the other end of the call sounded like he was almost whispering,

"hi," simon replied, in his deeper, and slightly louder tone; "so..."

the younger boy giggled nervously under his breath, "soo.." he repeated after the older, making them both laugh. the encounter was clearly awkward, but simon didn't mind.

"whacha wanna do?" the younger asked sweetly; waiting for simon's response. simon just sat, mouth gaped open, taking in the sweet, soft sound of the other's voice. he had never heard anything quite like it before. he had such a delicate voice, quite like a child.

"i don't mind," the older finally responded with a smile. he honestly didn't care about the game at all, he just wanted to talk to the perfect-sounding boy on the other end of the call.

"oh okay, how about a race? i found a good one earlier but no one was online to play it with." the younger spoke, barely raising his voice.

"sounds good to me!" simon said, just happy to be there.

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"TOLD YOU I WOULD WIN!"

"not fair! you got a head start!" the two squabbled over the silly race, laughing at one another's rage caused by it.

"round two?" the younger asked softly, still giggling after his success.

"of course, you seem a little too confident for my liking bog. i think i need to put you in your place," the older said, deepening his voice as he spoke.

"urghh, just get on with it and start!" the younger complained, rolling his eyes.

"okay so are we going for the same r-"

"HARRY!"

simon was cut off by a deeper voice appearing on the other end of the call. the younger quickly disconnected and his small voice was no longer there.

"hello? bog?" simon questioned, pulling his mic closer; yet there was no answer. the boy just shrugged it off, with a confused look left glistening on his face. he quickly picked up his phone, shooting the younger boy a text message;

mintersimon7: hey, what happened
bog?
are you with someone?
delivered 7:02pm

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7:45pm

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sometime had passed, and still no message back from the soft sounding boy had popped up on minter's phone. was he starting to worry? he couldn't tell. he couldn't quite make out whether the person appearing on the other end was talking to bog or not. was that his name that they were calling for?

the blonde boy shook his head, time just seemed to move so slowly. he just layed in his bed, staring up at his ceiling.

his phone buzzed every now and again - making simon jump with hope that he would see the younger's user pop up but to his disappointment it was all just twitter news and photos from the boys; who seemed to be having fun at least.

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