I can't sleep. I've been tossing and turning in my bed for hours, at least that's what it felt like. I grabbed my phone from my side table and read the time on the blinding screen; 2:43. I sighed as I turned my phone screen off.
Jay had already fallen asleep, taking the hint as he wasn't moving. After our little talk, we had gone to bed. But I didn't. I couldn't. I wanted to see my prince.
I decided to text him, thinking that he would still be awake.
Me: hey, u still up?
I waited for a couple of longing minutes until he replied.
Simon 💩: yeah I'm just in bed on my phone, what's up
Me: I can't sleep :/
Simon 💩: well, I could see why :(
Simon 💩: U want me to come down?
Me: no, u don't have to
Simon 💩: u can come up and sleep in my room if u want?
Simon 💩: I mean, if you want company other than your brother
God, I really wanted to see him right now.
Me: yeah, he's asleep. I'll be up in a couple of minutes
Simon 💩: ok
As quietly as I could, I made my way out of bed, only slightly rustling the sheets. I put my flip-flops and hoodie on from before, remembering the aftermath of the what the hoodie caused. I quickly got up from bed and shuffled over to the door, making sure of my key, and made it into the eerie night hallway, giving me goosebumps.
As compared to our quiet, no movement hall, the boys' hall was filled with the muffled sounds of guys visiting other's rooms. I was surprised Simon wasn't going around telling everyone what happened. Unless he already did. I felt a pang of sadness as I thought of that.
To my surprise, Simon was waiting in the hall for me, probably so I didn't get questioned by the guards. As I made eye contact with him, I gave a smile as I walked over to him. As I approached closer, I noticed that Simon looked like he had just gotten up from bed, which was true. Simon gave me a big smile.
"Hey," he simply said as I made it all the way to him. He put his arm around my waist. I hesitated for a second, but did the same thing as we walked the short distance to his room.
Being with him made me forget about the things going on around me. Even in this short time I've even been in contact with him, walking in the hall, it seemed like the only thing to think about was that moment. That precious little minute that it took to get to his room, and the following minute, fading from his grasp as he unlocked his door and we walked inside.
His room looked the same as the night before, only it was dark, the only light coming from the blinking of his sleeping laptop and the light from the hall at the bottom of the door.
"So, do you want to sleep in the other bed again or..." he quietly said, his voice lower than usual. I thought for a minute; it would be really awkward if I were to just crawl into bed with him, but I also really wanted to.
"I'll sleep in the other bed," I decided. As I slid under the covers of the bed, I felt a pang of sadness like in the hall. I faced opposite the direction of Simons bed, hearing the rustle of sheets of himself getting into bed.
For what felt like 5 long minutes of lonely tossing and turning once again, I couldn't take it. I let out a loud sigh. Sitting up in bed, I was gonna say something, but Simon started moving in bed. Actually, he stood up from bed. I watched as his silhouette walked over to me. I scooted over for him, and without hesitation got in the bed. Even without saying anything, he knew I wanted him to sleep with me. He probably wanted to lay with me also, giving me the happiest feeling as I settled back onto the pillow.
"Thank you," I whispered with a smile. I was facing him, so as I looked in his eyes, his marvelous eyes, he smiled back. He was laid on his back, with his arms now wrapped around me. I rested my head half on the pillow and half on his shoulder. We laid there for a minute, not falling asleep, but kind of wrapped around our own thoughts unable to sleep.
"Simon?" I asked out of the blue, out of the loud silence that filled our space.
"Hm?" He said back, the vibration of his voice against my head.
"What are we?"
The simple question. It may sound simple, but was actually a question that could mean millions of things. At one moment it would feel like we were friends, even the best of friends, and some other times it would be like we were mysteriously in love. Yet, the way he's been accused of things he didn't do, or the fact that someone was harshly taking power over me could be in the way of what it could be. The wall that I had mentioned to Emily. Then I remembered the advice she gave me, then break down that wall.
I had been thinking over that as silence had crept its way back into the room as Simon thought about his responce. I wondered what he would say, as he probably wondered what I was saying.
"Whatever you want us to be, Miss Bailey Barnes," he said back in a funny tone, lightning up this somewhat serious moment. I giggled at his humor.
"Yes, but I asked you first. What would you want us to be," I shot back, still smiling up to his aqua eyes. He smirked at me, making his dimples show. I looked up at the ceiling ready to hear him speak.
"Well, knowing that we have known each other for only a couple days, it would seem like we should just be friends-"
"Mhmm," I simply said with joy, although I felt a little poke at my heart at the word friends.
"-but I think over some time we should be more than friends." That part took me by surprise. I looked with shocked eyes to his eyes, which were full of pride as he spoke from his heart. That made me smile ear to ear. It almost made me want to cry, knowing that I could at some point be dating him. But it was also sad that it would have to be after this whole roller coaster of emotions and the football match, after we had known each other for a longer, more stable time. And in responce, in the littlest whisper-voice I had, I said,
"I would love that, Mister Simon Minter."
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Yep. Finally. Boom. They're gonna date. At some point. After all the crap going on. I just love love 😍😍😍. And also the next time I'll probably update will be a week from today just because of school and Easter and life :))) 🎉🎉🎉
Stay spicy,
- Natalie 🤘🏼
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