Dear Simon // Ministar FF

4-2

"Yo what's going on guys, now this is the q&a I've promised, and here is my little star... Vikkstar!" Simon did his intro to the camera, and waited for me to jump in on shot.

 "Your little star? Are you serious?" I joked. Simon crossed his arms and pulled a face, pretending to be angry. He spun his chair around so his back was to me.

 "Alright alright," I laughed. "You're so cute." There was no doubt about that. "Hi guys." I waved at the camera before spinning Simon's chair back. I wrapped my arms around him and planted a kiss on his head.

"What's the first question?" I asked him, as he was scrolling through the questions on twitter.

 "Do a cute #Ministar intro."

 We both looked at each other and laughed. "I think we already did that." He said.

 "Is there anything you hate about each other? Who's this trying to break us up?" Simon frowned and put his arm around me. I leaned forwards and whispered into the mic, "he laughs at me for not knowing anything about football, he's so over protective, and way too cute."

 "I'm going to replay that later." He said. "Vik has zero football sense."

 I raised my eyebrows at the camera at that, and mouthed told you so.

"So i can't talk football with him. He's addicted to minecraft, has bigger interest in twelve year olds than he does in me."

"Oh my god." I laughed.

 "And he's too cute so he's always got my heart melting."

 That made me happier than ever. "How is that something you hate about me? So I should act like someone else to make me not-cute?"

 "No, it's just, I don't know, my heart melts, so I won't live for that long." He tucked his knees to his chest and hid his face.

 "What kind of theory is that?" I laughed. He was such a dork.

I took his phone and scrolled through his twitter. "Aren't we going to do any skits or something, or it's going to be a boring video." I said.

 "Yeah, what good ones are there?" Simon asked.

 "Re-create the titanic."

 "Which scene?"

 "I don't know, it doesn't say, and I didn't watch it."

 "Me neither. But I have an idea." He said.

 Simon picked me up and put me on his back, took a camera, and took me out of the room.

 "Put me down Si!" I shouted. He was much stronger than I was. Shows what not exercising and having small parents does.

 We went into the bathroom, and he started pouring water into the bath.

 "What the heck...?"

 He dropped me in the bath, and my shorts were now soaked.

 "Josh!" Simon called. No reply.

 "Josh!" He kept on calling.

 "The fuck are we doing?" I asked. Josh came in and he burst out in laughter as he saw me in the bath with my clothes soaked.

 "Take the camera, don't let him get out." Simon handed the camera to Josh, and ran downstairs.

 "Hi Vik," Josh waved at me, filming us both." I sighed.

 "What are you guys even doing?" Josh asked.

 "Filming one of his famous q&a's."

 Simon came charging back upstairs with a bag of ice. He ripped it open and started chucking ice cubes at me.

 "Hey! Ow! Simon!"

 "Sink bitch sink!" He shouted whilst laughing.

 "Stop-ow" another ice cube hit me. "Stop Vik abuse."

 "Love you Vik." Simon said, and kept on throwing ice cubes.

 "Love you too Si." I said sarcastically, even though I did, until he had thrown enough ice cubes to get enough good footage for the video,