un professore one shots // simuel

drunkthoughts

It was 3:48 in the morning when Simone's phone rang. He always put the do not disturb mode on before going to bed, so no one could in any way alterate his sleep, anyone but his father, his mother and Manuel. They were the only three people he'd open his eyes for.

He woke up, and with his eyes still half closed picked up without checking who it was. The bright lighting hurt his eyes and he cursed himself for not turning it down before.

"Hello?" He mumbled turning around so he could sit on the bed.
"Simò" it was almost whispered, as if he didn't really have the strength to say nothing more.

That's all he needed to hear. Manuel. He immediately stood up and checked the time, almost 4am. A whole bunch of theories of what he could've possibly done to be calling him at that hour started taking control over Simone's brain. And he was so into it that he didn't realize Manuel was talking on the other side of the phone.

"Simò, my heart hurts. I-I feel like one day it's literally gonna boom sbam booooom.." there was a moment of silence. -"it feels like it's gonna explode" he added.

It didn't take Simone much to understand he was drunk. And he was lowkey mad cause they had promised each other to not get drunk if the other wasn't there to help but apparently Manuel didn't care enough. He dressed fast, literally put on the first thing he found while trying to keep Manuel on the phone, trying to understand where he was.

"Okay listen to me, can you tell me where you are please" Simone hoped he didn't have to go around Rome at 4 am just to find his dumb ass.
"I don't know. There's some lights, then some street, but there's some houses too?"
Simone breathed hard and in the meanwhile he was out of the house and seating on his scooter.
"Manu send me your position yeah? Take your phone off your ear and click the share position button" he put his helmet on and Manuel in speakerphone.

He heard some noises on the other side, then the phone call ended. He started panicking.

"Fuck" he just said while leaving the garden of his house to go look for him.
Truth was Simone didn't know where to start from, he first checked at the garage, it was locked, he took the key Manuel had given him
and entered. Empty. He wasn't there, and for sure he wasn't home. He kept checking his phone to see if Manuel had called him or texted him but nothing. He called the other a few times while taking the road for their school.
After literally 7 times he answered.

"Manuel! Where the hell are you? I'm gonna punch you I swear do you even know what time it is?" He said. He wasn't mad he would never be mad at him, just worried.
"I'm coming home. To you. Do you wanna look at the stars? I love stars, they're so tiny but so shiny"
"What do you mean you're coming to me? Stay right where you are I'm coming to pick you up" Simone said quickly.
"I'm at our place, red lights and everything"

Manuel said slowly letting himself fall against the wall. The dawn was coming, the sun was shyly showing up in the sky, Rome was slowly starting to work too, some people were going to work, others were just like him. Souls looking for a harbor to hang on. People without a real destination. He had spent hours in a small dirty bar hidden somewhere in a small street of Rome drinking his heart out and singing stupid love songs that he couldn't really relate to, but in that moment he felt like every word was written for him, and how he felt.
Simone had been the center of his every thought the whole night and the fact that he had no control over it, at all, drove him insane. Because he wasn't supposed to like Simone, he was supposed to be his friend, have fun with him, go out, study sometimes when strictly needed, and that's it. Having sex with him and enjoying it to the point of wanting more, wasn't in plans. Feeling like his heart was gonna explode each time he looked at him, wasn't in plans. So he got drunk. And god he really thought it was gonna help him but all it did was making his thoughts even more intrusive.