The Melon-Head Boy -a Simdil fanfiction-

Chapter twentytwo: Done

-Martin's POV- 

It's been a month since all of this drama and Double's got premission to live with us. That man his mom dated has gone to prison and everything seems to finally've turned out alright.

 Double and Baki got together only a week ago. Double kind of pushed him away during the dark part of his life. 

Almost everything is alright now.

Except with me and Simon.

He've become more and more distant and he doesn't talk to me as often as he used to. He won't tell me what's wrong. That's why I now find myself driving to his house at 10:26 p.m, with flowers beside me and a collage of all of the selfies we took together. 

I love him so much. I truly do. And maybe everything will be fine if I tell him that.

I park a few houses before his and walk the rest of the way. His parents' car isn't there so Simon is all alone at home.

I don't knock, I just sneak down to the basement, where Simon's room is. I hold the flowers and collage tight, feeling how it will all be okay.

I reach his door and reach to the doorhandle, gripping it tightly. My grip loosens as I hear a moan coming from inside. And it's not Simon's... Nor is it from a man. 

I open the door slightly, only making the gap 1/2" wide. What I see breaks my heart in so many ways. The flowers silently fall to the floor along with the collage.

There he is, the love of my life. Pleasuring someone else. Fucking a woman. Her legs are up in the air, and he's gripping them harshly.

My eyes tear up and I let them fall. I guess the one you love doesn't always love you back. I can't handle watching them for another so I steady my voice and open the door more.

"Simon" I say, clear and loud over the squeaking of the bed. The naked body of the man who has just broken my heart freezes in it's movement of plunging into the girl. The girl, whom has her face in my direction looks terrified at me. Our eyes meet but I look away, burrying my eyes into the naked back of Simon. "Simon," I say again, my voice stronger, yet shakier than before. It feels like hours pass before he moves out of her. 

"What are you doing here?" He says in a whisper-hiss. My tears've stopped falling.

"I came here to tell you that... I love you. But obviously, that's not going to happen." I say and all of my love for him drains out of me. I walk away from the door, up the stairs and out of the stairs. Leaving my love behind.

Reaching my car, I hear steps behind me. Of fucking course. Simon.

"I'm bi" he says behind me. I turn around and look at him. His eyes are watery and his hair is messy from the... bed. He's holding the collage and flowers in his right hand. He's wearing one of my black t-shirts and some sweatpants. My heart skips a beat even though I know it shouldn't. Especially when I didn't cause his hair to look that way. 

"Of course you are," I answer. "you don't go around fucking sluts if you're gay" I can't look at him as I say that. It hurts too much. As he inhales to say something, I continue. "No, change that. You don't you around fucking sluts if you have a boyfriend. You don't go around fucking anyone if you love someone." I look up, my voice softening. "But I guess you don't. You don't love me"

"I do" he says, taking a step towards me. "I do love you. Please, Martin" I take a step back.

"You don't, Simon. Cause if you did, you wouldn't have cheated. When you really love someone, you don't even consider cheating. You cheated on me, Simon!" A single tear fall from me and I drag my hands through my hair, pulling it and turning away from him for only a moment.

"Look, I have been doubting my sexuality for a while. I've been thinking I'm bi but not really believed it. I was sitting at home, starting to realize that I'm bisexual and that girl, Ashley knocked on my door. Literally. She's a girl from the school that I've become friends with. And it happened, it just happened."

"Do you love her?" I question, wanting to forgive him. But I can't. "Nevermind. You don't need to answer that. I don't want to know"

"Mar-" 

I step into my car and drive home.

(A/N: Remember that I often express things I can't in my stories.

I am .

/Elo xxxxxxxx)