Dear Simon // Ministar FF

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The laughs coming from the drunk boys was all the sound that was filling the room. Watching the idiotic side of them made me realize what a great time they could have while the YouTube grind never stops. I didn't want to miss recording the next day, so I didn't drink that much, and looking at the state the guys were in now, I was glad I didn't.

"Let's play a game." JJ said, holding the two bottles that were in his hands up in the air. His voice was drowsy. "Spin the bottle."

JJ spun the bottle, it span a few times then pointed back at JJ.

"OH WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Josh and Simon burst into laughter, and I couldn't help joining in.

"Go upstairs and make out with Freya." Simon said, laughing his head off.

Josh and JJ's laughter filled the room again.

Gosh they were drunk.

"Oi, wait, no!" Josh exclaimed, then carried on laughing.

I shook my head, I didn't know if I found it funny or ridiculous.

"Alright alright we'll spin it again." JJ said and spun the bottle.

The bottle stopped at Simon. "Alright, Simon. Go and...kiss the hottest boy in the room."

For fucks sake. I shook my head with a smile on my face.

Simon took out his phone, dropping it a couple of times and kissed the screen.

I let out a laugh.

"Oi for real." Josh said.

Simon got on his knees and crawled over to me.

"Oh god, Simon what the fuck are you doing?" I screamed.

I burst into a laughing fit and tried to stand up but Simon had pinned me down. Shows how week I was, drunk Simon was even stronger than me.

I tried kicking him off me, trying not to hurt him though.

"Vikky."

"Urgh Simon what the fuck is wrong with you?" I said trying to hide my face away. The only thing I could hear was my screams mixed with laughter, and I caught a glimpse of JJ and Josh rolling around on the floor like little kids before I closed my eyes. I don't know why, but it seemed like I was trying to brace myself.

Simon leaned down and kissed my cheek, keeping his lips pursed on my cheek for a few seconds, then crawled off, and I wiped my cheek and sprinted upstairs into my room and locked the door.

What the actual fuck.

I fell on my bed and laid there laughing to myself like an idiot, with the even louder laughs of the boys faintly slipping through the gap under my door and inside me, leaving a strange happy feeling.