Daisy a day || Miniminter FF

Simon Says

                 

Simon didn't say a word to me on the way home, his knuckles tight on the steering wheel. This night had taken quite a turn, and I didn't even get to see the rest of the film. I would definitely need to go back to watch it again. Without any boys to distract me.

"Simon?" I tried for what felt like the hundredth time. He continued to act as if I wasn't even next to him, not even glancing my way. His actions were actually setting my teeth on edge. It wasn't every day I got irritated with Simon, my affection for him always clouding my judgment. I didn't understand his anger, his clear disappointment in me. My mind was whilring over the past hour. Jacksons actions, Simons response, it was all clogging up my brain. I just wanted to know what was going on. To make sense of this emotional rollercoaster of a night.

"Si-" I near begged, touching his shoulder.

My heart squeezed as he shrugged me off, staring out of his window as we waited at the lights. I struggled to find a reason for Simons anger. Was it because of what happened with Jackson? I was pissed about that too, but I wasn't giving anyone the cold shoulder. Well, I certainly would be giving Jackson the cold shoulder, but not Simon. I didn't push Simon for answers for the rest of the drive, instead trying to drown my thoughts out as I watched London move past.

When we finally pulled into the house, Simon decided he was going to talk to me once more.

"What were you thinking?" He snapped after silencing the engine.

"You mean Jackson?" I demanded, unbuckling my seatbelt. I certainly did not like the tone Simon was using with me. He was willing to talk now, but not earlier on?

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Simon growled, pulling at his seatbelt with shaking hands.

"You mean Jackson?" I asked, clambering out of the passenger side.

Simon slammed his door in response, reaching my side in three of his massive strides.

"Just get inside." He commanded, locking his car over his shoulder. What on Earth?

"Stop treating me like a child!" I cried, pushing past Simon to get to the front door. Slamming the door behind me, I heard Simons angry footsteps close behind me. Why was he getting so angry over this? It happened to me, not to him. I was a adult, and he needed to start respecting my decisions.

"Well maybe you shouldn't bring home dicks like him!" Simon yelled. I flinched at his words, and the tone he used. I hated Simon like this, I hated we were arguing.

So this was what he it was all about. He was pissed at me for getting close to Jackson. What right did he have to be like that? This was my life, and I would make decisions and deal with the repercussions myself. Why did he care? Whenever the boys brought home people I didn't like, I held my tongue. Why was it so hard for Simon to do the same?

In my anger and frustration, I opened the front door with a bit much strength, the glass rattling slightly as it swung against the edge of its hinges.

"You were right Simon, okay! Big deal, Jackson turned out to be a bad apple. But the only guy I see here that's being a dick is you!" I growled back, extremely angry with Simon. Why was he being such a twat about this? It was actually making my heart twinge, each word we threw at each other in spite. I felt each second that passed that we were angry with each other, we were being pulled further and further apart.

Soon I wouldn't be able to reach him at all.

"You can't go out by yourself anymore." Simon snapped, slamming the front door before storming up the stairs.