god i hate you

chapter 1

My best friend Simon and I have known each other for years. Since birth almost. We have grown up together. Sure we've had our issues but what friends don't. We always got through them.  Most of our so called 'problems' stemmed from a friend of his, specifically Harry. The A-grade pain in my ass. We had a mutual hatred for each other. It was really because we both wanted Simon to ourselves. Harry had only come into the picture last year when he was new in town and shared a mutual friend or something I don't know or care really. He tried to drive a wedge between me and Simon since he got here. Apparently Simon didn't see it, he always told me to 'give him a chance' and 'you guys are more similar then you think' blah blah blah. We only ever fought when I tried to ask Simon to distance himself or tell him that Harry is trying to break us apart but he said I was overreacting and I'd get upset and so on. Luckily, we would become friends again after a night or two.

I lived with Simon. Once I turned 18, he bought a high rise apartment and asked me to move in with him, since I only lived by self in my mothers old 1-bedroom cottage. I lived by self there since she died a few years back due to a tumour that spread to her brain and etcetera, and well I never met my dad but I never really liked talking about it. Simon knew that, so he tried to help me move on by letting me moved in with him. Obviously I accepted, who wouldn't. It was a high rise apartment. I am very grateful for him.

Our mothers had been best friends since school, which is the reason that we were so close as children. Simon was never really close with his mother. She would always drink because her husband, Simons father. He had cheated on her with a 19 year old. She would take her anger out on Simon, and when she got riled up and was under the influence of both drugs and alcohol, she would tend to verbal abuse him, and even sometimes hit him. So when he turned 18 he moved out and searched for a while for a nice apartment, and then he found the high rise but he missed having some to cook for and talk to, plus my mums cottage home was about a hour out of town and Simons house was pretty much the centre of London, so it was a hassle to visit each other so, 6 months later, when I turned 18, I moved in. Ever since we had been best friends and did everything together. Just as things were perfect, Harry came into the picture. How annoying right.