Cake Mix // MiniShaw

II.

Simon worked at Illuminate, a night club just prowling with predators and their unbeknownst victims. It was a popular club too- meaning people were there from open to close usually. Old faces, new faces, they all blurred together as their sweaty bodies stumbled drunkly to the loud dubstep music playing through the stereos.

Simon wasn't the club type. Wasn't fond of spiked drinks, cat calls, and throw up.
Working at a club wasn't any different, you still had people slipping Valium into others drinks, still had older men cat calling as you walked past, still got throw up on your shoes. It never changed, despite what your authority in the place may be.

Most people didn't even know that Simon was the manager, just some nobody bartender. Some people who Simon saw almost everyday for all the three years he's worked there, still didn't know his name. He was a nobody, and he was more than fine with it. Being known by some raging alcoholic wasn't exactly that good of an achievement so he'd rather stay hidden in the shadows.
It was good pay, that's all that mattered to Simon.

Last call had ended almost an hour ago, yet there was still a few drunks stumbling out the building and employees closing up shop. Simon was the last to go, the only one with the keys to lock the place down.
Sometimes the blonde boy hated London, especially on nights like this. It was freezing, Simons breath flowing out in a small white puff as he tried to make his way down the street.

Usually, Simon would he greeted with the warmth of his car. Cal had asked to use his car, saying he'd come pick him up when his shift finally ended but numerous texts and calls to Cals phone revealed no such thing from the younger boy. He wasn't surprised, it was just his luck that he'd have to walk down the dark streets of London, trying to avoid catching a cold.
Focusing on anything but the cold, Simon began the familiar trek to his flat.

He couldn't help but wonder what happened to Cal, why he wasn't answering his texts and why he decided to just randomly use his car. It was late, 3 AM so why would he be out at this time? Simon didn't know if he wanted to know the answer.
The life of a YouTuber was interesting, even more when you live with one. Their life was a maze, never really knowing where you're going until you're actually there.

It seemed like all fun and games when you were looking through a screen but Simon knew it was more than that. Late nights spent editing and filming, all the stupid drama the internet starts, the list goes on. He didn't know which was worst- his job or Cals.

Simon was tired, being on his feet for hours on end beginning to take a tole on his being. His feet ached, every step making him just wanna lay down despite the cold and dirty concrete floor below him. All he wanted to do was sleep, the feeling of soft sheeting meeting his skin...
Simon snapped his eyes open, realizing suddenly that he was on the floor, leaning against an old abandoned building. Someone was shaking his shoulders.

"Jesus Christ! Are you dumb? Falling asleep out in the streets at 3 AM! Anything could've happened to you!" Cals voice rang through the empty streets, Simon groaned and shrugged the boys hands off.
"Wouldn't have happened if you had answered my calls..." Simon mumbled, standing up. It was weird, it didn't even feel like he was asleep, just passed out or something. He was freezing now, teeth clattering and shivering.

Cal was about to argue but Simon just held his hand up, stating: "can we talk about this tomorrow, please? I just want to sleep."
Cal sighed in defeat, leaving both of them in a comfortable silence as they walked towards Simons car.

Simon sneezed.
A pause.
Another sneeze.
...Another.
Cal looked at him, a small smirk playing on his lips as he realized.
"You're sick." He said.
Simon groaned.

I swear there's an actual plot??? Coming soon??? Aaaaaa
-Cora