Watcher (KSImon)

Thirty One

One Month Later

My subs had skyrocketed to 500k by the next month. I had started a schedule of at least six videos a week, most of them being with the Sidemen, though JJ and Cal in none, and Ethan only appearing in two.

He was still keeping his distance, even though I had apologized over and over again. What else had I done wrong to provoke him?

"Hey, Si," Ethan was leaning on the doorframe to my room. I was editing a video, but stopped and stood up for him, "I have a bit of a surprise for you."

What could he possibly have gotten me? Ethan pointed towards the hallway, and I nearly shoved past him in curiously.

Sitting in a chair in the middle of the den was a boy I had missed for so long. JJ. When he saw me, his smile was dark, and his eyebrows creased with worry.

"Simon," he croaked.

I grinned kind of stupidly, even though he was serious, "JJ," I suppressed my smile a bit, seeing as his mouth curved into a bit of a frown.

"Can we talk?" He asked, and I sat down in a chair across from him. Ethan took this as his cue to leave, and gave me a big cheesy thumbs up. Then I began to get a bit more serious.

"Why haven't you answered any of my texts?" I said, almost angrily.

JJ shook his head at the ground, "I was trying to get over you."

Those were shocking words I thought I'd never hear. I thought I'd be the one to have to get over JJ.

"Why?" I demanded loudly.

"You were about to kiss Cal..." he whispered, ringing his fingers together.

"No!" I excalimed, "Cal was about to kiss me! We're just friends."

"Really?" JJ perked up a bit.

Then, a burst of bravery rushed through my veins, "I like you, JJ."

"You... like me?" He sputtered.

"It might even be love."

His teeth gleamed in a brilliant smile, "I love you to, Simon."

We stared at each other happily. Finally. I had been dreaming of this for nearly six years. We stood up together, and I pulled him into an embrace. Unlike any other, though. I stroked his back, and he buried his face into my neck. I could feel his tears rolling into my skin.

For the first time, I was where I wanted to be.