The Melon-Head Boy -a Simdil fanfiction-

Chapter nine: Yesterday

-Martin's POV-

The day after the visiting, Baki came up to me at my locker. It's almost the end of the school hours. Yesterday, he had stayed when I left, he wanted to talk to Simon too. He took the bus home.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey." I replied.

"So I talked to Simon yesterday... After you left." He said and I look up at him. He's smiling.

"Yeah..." I say, now looking down, guilt showering over me. It was probably my fault he freaked out.

"I'd like to hear your version of it."

"I think he described it pretty good."

"Come on. He was freaking out and was all dramatic."

"Okay. So, when you left, I said I'm sorry about what happened with Ghost. In the middle of my second sentence of I'm sorry, he interrupted me, saying it was okay. I tried to argue but he wouldn't let me.

After that I sat down at his bed. He gestured to me to lay down, and I did. After a while, he put his head on my chest. It was probably the greatest thing that I had ever experienced with him. He started tracing his fingers all over my stomach and chest. It was nice, I've never felt so calm and at peace. 

When he was done, I shifted a bit, and for some reason his whole body stiffened. He then sat up, blurting out that he was sorry and that he didn't mean to. I didn't understand, I said. Sure, it was kinda weird at the start, but I just relaxed. When I think of it, it was probably weird... Any ways, he freaked out about cuddling me and I tried to calm him down, saying it was okay. He didn't calm down, he just continued freaking, saying something about molesting me. He then asks me to leave. I tried to argue, as always. Um...

The last argue, I was in the middle of telling him that I was in love with him, but OF COURSE he interrupted me. I regret that so fucking much. I then walked out, went to my car and drove home." I say, making my guilt bigger and almost making my eyes tear up. I look up at him now. His mouth is wide open, like in the movies.

"BRUH." he says. "Really?"

"Yup." I say, pressing my lips together.

"Bro, you need  to visit him to day again!"

"I'm sure he doesn't wanna see me."

"Dude. Do you even KNOW how his story went? No, you don't! His story was basically he complaining his regret and saying how, I quote 'stupid I was, I regret it so fucking much!'." He says, looking as exited as he always is about me and Simon.

"Fine," I say, after a while of making up my mind. "I'll go after school."

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" he says, reminding me of Ben in the book Paper Towns. "YESSSSSSSSSS, YESYESYESYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" he continues, making people walking by look at us as he squeals and jumps. The bell then rings, telling us it's time for our last class of the day.

~Small, little time skippedy skip~

"The homew-" our teacher, mr. Hoyse's sentence gets interrupted by the final school bell's loud ring going through all the classrooms. I breathe out and walk out of the classroom, glad he didn't finish his sentence about homework. I get in my car and drive to the hospital.

After standing in traffic for about 2 hours, I walk into the hospital andrun up the stairs this time. It's already 5:45 p.m. I get to my Simon's floor and meet eyes with a new receptionist, this time a male.

"Hi." I say. "Simon, room 502?" 

"Name and relation?" the receptionist says. 

"Martin. Friend." I say. He hands me my name tag I wore yesterday and run towards the door I know is Simon's. I open the door, peeking in.

"S-Simon?" I say, pathetic. Simon isn't  there. Of course he isn't. Why would I have any luck?

I walk back to the reception. The male looks up.

"Yes?" He says.

"Um... The patient, Simon wasn't there." I say and the receptionist starts looking through a bunch of papers.

"Oh... Yeah. He left the hospital today."

"Thank you." I say, not  even thinking of what I just said. I take the elevator down. At first, I think of calling Baki to ask for Simon's home adress. But then  realize that I haven't got Baki's number. Or Simon's. 

But maybe that's all for the good. 

Maybe yesterday was a mistake.

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~A/N: Hey guys, so guess what!

I had written a whole scenario (1500 words) where Simon hasen't left, but as the SATAN I am, I erased it all! I hate myself :) But I still love myself :)

I just thought that the whole scene was too cheesy, too ordinary. 

HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA

You're welcome ;)

- AE-

P.S.

Here's what the first shit looked like in the deleted scenario:

'"Martin?" Simon sat up in his bed as I closed the door behind me.

"Hi Simon." I said, looking into his eyes.

"Hi.." he says, confusion and shyness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. It was probably all my fault yesterday, or maybe you thought I didn't like it, 'cause I did, or maybe you thought I was pushing you away, when I shifted a little, or that it was weird, but then it was both of us, I guess. And I guess it was kinda weird, like, it was a little spontanious because we've never done anything like that before and I don't know, I just, I don't know. I god, I said that yesterday too, sorry." I blurt out. "It was probably because we've never done anything like that" I continue. All he does is stare at me with pure surprise. "But I, I, I missed you so I didn't mind and I don't know, you probably thought it was weird, because you pulled away from me, I don't know, though, it's your mind." I end my sentence, him still staring at me. "SO... I'm sorry." I could've said a lot more than that.'

Ha... Ha... Haaa....

I'm evil.

-AE-