𝐒𝐢𝗺𝗼𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐭𝐬.

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐍𝗼𝐰.

"Paul!" Art acted like an overexcited puppy as he jumped on the couch next to Paul. "Baby, I brought this for you!"

Pulling the bag closer to his feet, he pulled out a light pink button down and basically shoved it into his hands. Paul stared at it, mentality counted the three cream buttons, and nonchalantly put it next to him.

"It's nice, thanks." Paul went back to writing the song he was working on, Overs.

Art's smiled dropped, and he stared at his feet, not daring to make small talk. He could've sworn Simon would've liked it. Or maybe he was just so busy with the song that he didn't care about anything else, but either way, it didn't make him feel good.

After a few moments of them sitting quietly, the shorter said, "Would you mind leaving me alone? This song is really hard."

"Oh, I could help you!"

"No, it's fine, writing's mine thing, you dig?'

Although he didn't show it, a tiny piece of his heart broke off. Paul didn't bother even looking at him. He just stared at his notebook, the pen casually moving. Art went into the other room and closed the door as quietly as possible.

Was he doing something wrong? Surely Garfunkel didn't feel like he was. Yesterday, everything was fine. It had to be the album deadline, Paul always gets so anxious about it. However, the album was almost done. They just needed one song left after he finished this one. Maybe he wasn't happy about all the shows? They tend to be quite too much. Paul would've usually spoken to him about what was wrong, but maybe he needed space.

Yeah, that had to be it.

-

In two days' time, things somehow became even more troubling. The album was finished and was now on the market, yet Paul was still cold. He didn't want to be cuddled anymore, claiming that it was too hot. It was July, but they always cuddled despite the weather.

Art tried being gentle and pretending he didn't notice, but he noticed. He noticed the lack of kisses and the lack of hugs. He noticed that Paul rarely looked at him. He first thought it was because he was being uglier, so he wore a shirt that always turned Simon on, but it did nothing. He had no idea what to do.

"Paul, what would you like for dinner? I'm willing to cook." Art spoke from the other room as he read a thick book on the couch.

Simon stepped out of the bedroom seconds later, dressed in a suit. "I actually promised some friends I'll go out tonight, but you can make yourself whatever you like."

Art glanced at him but didn't dare look in his eyes. He'll know he was upset. "Ok then, have fun."

He didn't even say goodbye. He left out the door like he was desperate to get out of there. Garfunkel closed his book and took a deep sigh. He had no clue what he was doing to make Paul so disinterested in spending a little time together. Was it his clothes? His face? Did he simply just fall out of love? It made Art's stomach twisted into a bunch of knots.

Before, he was dog hungry, but now the idea of eating didn't appeal to him any longer. He didn't even want to leave get up. He threw his book onto the ground, made himself comfortable, and fell asleep on the couch.

-

The atmosphere was so tense you could cut it with a knife. Paul now didn't bother with excuses. He didn't want to be around Art. They didn't even sleep in the same room. He insisted on sleeping in the guest room. The only times they spoke were when they were planning on the upcoming album, and even then, it was a few sentences at the most.