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Do you ever get the feeling that someone is constantly judging your every move? Well multiply that by 46.
Simon then stops pointing and blows a bubble with his gum. As soon as the teacher shows her face, the class pays attention to her, and not me. I could still hear mummers here and there, mostly hearing the word fag and gay.
The teacher takes attendance and tells us that we are going to be running a mile. Great. As a class, we get up, stretch, and walk to the track. Girls go first, then boys. I don't know why, but I hear it has to do with stamina and stuff like that. As the girls get a head start, me and Simon stand in the back of the group of the cocky boys. Simon blows another bubble with his gum, and pops it. He looks over to me, grinning. He punches my shoulder and takes off running.
I end up standing alone, not even realizing that the teacher had blew the whistle for the boys already. I end up looking like an idiot, basically. The teacher yells at me and points at her watch, to signal that I need to hurry. I rub my shoulder that was abused by Simon's knuckle, and start running.

...

"So, you like dick?" this kid who's locker is next to mine constantly asks me this. Trust me, I try explaining my sexuality to him, but it only goes in one ear, and out the other.

"Yes."

"Would you suck his dick?"
He points to a kid in front of us, who happened to be shirtless. Lets just say I rather see him with a shirt on.

"No."

"But you like dick."

"Do you like Boobs?" my question makes him smile like a kid at Disneyland.

"Oh yeahhhhhh"

"So you would rub your face all over our P.E. teacher's chest right?"

"NO."

"But I thought you said you liked boobs?"

"I do! it's just— Dude you're weird bye." he storms out, forgetting to close his locker. I smack it shut.
Conversations like these is the norm, so is getting hit with an empty stick of deodorant...

...

I lean against the wall of building A. I'm on my phone, just scrolling through Instagram. I'm here waiting for the incredible Simon. Which should be out of the locker room soon. He told me that he got permission to go with my family to the woods this weekend. When I say family, I just mean my mom and uncle.
He comes out with his messy hair, light blue button up shirt tucked into his charcoal black jeans, which are held up with black suspenders. Woah mama.

"What's the occasion? Fancy."

"Nothing, I mean, I get to go camping with you." He pushes up his glasses and slips his hand into mine.

"B-b-but that's not t-till tomorrow."
the blood rushes to my cheeks.

"Yup, and I get to sleep over at your house today. So I can just hop in the R.V. with your folks."

"It's only my Mom and Uncle."

"Your mom is cool with me anyway. Hah."

"Don't even get me star—"
FLASH

The sudden noise startles me and Simon. We both look over and see Natsu with her phone out towards us.

"K, this is great." She then turns around and starts walking away.

...

With our hands intertwined with each other, we walk down the sidewalk towards my house. The sun has been tucked in away behind the luscious grey clouds, chances of rain begin to rise. And so does my happiness. Simon starts singing softly a very familiar tune.

"If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith... shoot I forgot the next line."

"I think it's uh; If the ocean was the Devil, I'd be covered in hate ?

"oh yeah yeah. lets do the rest .."

In unison ,"Golden state mind, I'm taking my time
Plain white shirt, and a skinny black tie
My top let down when I get picked up
P.C.H. so California
Maybe they were right; happiness is a warm gun
But before you shoot, please warn us
Life is too fun. California will you marry me?
Let God be the sun and in the ocean they shall bury me "

And until we reached my home, we kept singing West Coast by the Neighbourhood.

...

If I didn't have enough of Simon already, now he's gonna be sleeping by my side. Lets see how long it lasts till we both invade each others personal space.
"Do the both of you need anything before I close this door? A glass of water perhaps?" She looks at me and winks.
"No miss, me and Sky are fine. Thank you." he smiles
"You too love birds need some time alone right? But can I suggest using a—"
"MOM."
"Ok Ok Ok goodnight both of you ;)"
She closes the door and turns off the light in the hallway.
Simon is in my bed, while I'm on the floor with blankets and a stale pillow mom found in the attic.
The sound of the rain outside hitting the roof and window. It's a very soothing sound. Before I can get a word in to break the silence between me and Simon, the cracking sound from overhead lightning shuts me up. I then hear Simon softly swear to himself, and asks me, "S-sky, can you sleep w-with uh, me for a b-bit?"
Hearing him stutter like that concerns me, so I get up and slide under the heavy covers with him. "Is everything okay?"
"Y-yeah everything is fine dude. Aha."
I slide closer to him so he can feel better, cause clearly something is bugging him. Then, rumbling, from outside. The crackle. The rumbling. It takes another crackle and the sound of the rain to have the pieces finally click in my brain.
I wrap my arm around him, and he quickly does the same. I dig my face into his neck. He kisses my forehead. I hug him harder.He hugs me tighter. And we stay like this. I have to say, even if Simon was my enemy, I'd still be doing this. Why? Well, because I know how it feels to be afraid of thunder and lightning. The sound of the rain bouncing off the concrete, bushes, and everything else fills in the sounds between each lightning strike and rumble. It's oddly comforting, and yet unsettling. Once again I can sense a metaphor rising up here, but I just hug my Simon tighter. He's my metaphor. My tenacious metaphor.

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once again, the song Simon and Sky were singing IS NOT MINE, I DO NOT OWN IT I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR IT, IT IS PROPERTY OF THE NEIGHBOURHOOD IT IS NOT MINE I JUST USED THE LYRICS FOR STORY PURPOSES AND ONLY FOR STORY PURPOSES.

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