3:18 // s. minter

6

That's how Simon and Sagelyn's relationship went for the next week. They would get wasted, fuck, and then text all day the next day until it repeated. The boys and their significant others were worried, completely aware that they were trying to be close to each other without getting too close. 

"When do you leave?" Simon asked as he laid beside her bare body. She turned towards him, her chest covered with his white comforter.

She sighed, looking up at him. "Sunday."

She watched his eyes shift to the other side of the room, knowing he was trying to piece words together. "Why did we do this?" He whispered, confusing Sagelyn. "I'm sorry, Sage, but this is fucked up. We both know we want to be together and all we've done this trip is get drunk, fuck, and repeat."

She sighed, her hand tracing patterns against his ribs. "I know, Simon." Sage whispered before sitting up. "I don't know how to fix it in such a short amount of time." She told him, and he silently agreed.

—

When Sarah found Sagelyn playing her piano the next day, she knew something was wrong. Mainly from the words she sang. She listened from the next room, her heart full of sadness.

and I said "What's up?
what've you've been thinking?
'cause you've been staring at that roof
so long, I swear its come alive"
and she spoke nine words,
and now we're sinking,
but I can't find it in myself to want to lie
to keep this thing from going down

'cause that guy took my heart
and I ain't want it back
no, I'm laying down my cards

'cause you said it meant nothing
and I should've kept my silence,
but I guess I'm too attached,
to my own pride,
to let you know
that all these words meant nothing
and I've always been this heartless
and we were just having sex
no, I would never call it love
but, love

oh no,
i think I'm catching feelings and I
don't know,
if this is empathy I feel just
hold on,
remember why you said this was the
last time

so I guess it's
let die to let live

and what's good
when both choices I've got
have us staring down the barrel
to the bullets I can't stop
and so I stand off,
like indecisions kevlar
'till this fear of feeling stops and
i'm done, but you

no, I don't know how to forget you
no, I don't know how to forget you
no, I don't know how to forget you
no, I don't know how to forget you

'cause that guy took my heart,
and I ain't want it back,
no, a bulletproof restart

oh no,
i think I'm catching feelings and I
don't know,
if this is empathy I feel just
hold on,
remember why you said this was the
last time,

so I guess it's
let die to let live
no, I don't know how to forget you
no, I don't know how to forget you
no, I don't know how to forget you
no, I don't know
how to forget you

—

Sarah sent an audio clip into the group chat with all of the group except Simon and Sage, getting immediate responses. "Oh, hey. I didn't realize you were back." Sarah jumped lightly, turning around to see the tear stained female. "I hope you don't mind I used your piano."

"Did you write that?" Sage nodded, biting her nail lightly. "It's beautiful, Sage." The elder smiled, thanking her lightly before worming past her into the guest room. "If you need anything, let me know."

"Thanks, Saz."

—
Messages between the contacts of
operation miniHD
—

Saz: *audio message*
Saz: she's been crying, I can tell. she's also being super quiet and not talking to me.
Zerker: that's 100% about simon and her
Frey: it has to be
Vikk: when did she write it?
Saz: she started it a week ago.
Jide: THAT WAS WHEN THE HOOKUPS STARTED
Cal: how do you know?
JJ: it was the day after the night of the party, and that's when she left our house covered in hickeys.
Behz: holy shit
Harold: it's about him.
Tobes: has to be.
Saz: 100%
Zerker: this is a problem
Frey: operation miniHD just got a lot more complicated.