Dangerously » MINIMINTER

• Chapter Eighteen •

i'm sorry.
i was wrong.
11:47 am.

i warned you but you didn't listen.
11:55 am.

i know, and i'm sorry.
11:55 am.

...
11:56 am.

you were right.
you always are.
11:57 am.

cara young was last seen today at 11:58 am.

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Simon couldn't stop thinking, and thinking, and thinking. He thought about the situation, he thought about what he was doing at the party anyway, he thought about Harry and Chris, and most importantly, he thought about her, the most important problem and solution in his life.

An idea propped into his head. He shot out of bed and frantically pulled on some trackies and a simple tee, grabbing his keys and wallet and heading out the door.

Which ones? Roses or daisies? I feel like roses suit her better than daisies, they seem too-

"Sir? Which ones should I wrap for you?"

Simon was snapped out of his thoughts as the middle-aged Indian man behind the counter spoke up.

"The roses please. And make them a dozen."

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Three unexpected knocks echoed through the house. Cara was woken up from her daydream about yet another Wattpad character and went to open the door, but stopped to think in her tracks.

Dad is on a business trip, Mom lives on the other side of town..

She opens the door to reveal the face she wanted to see least. It was a Saturday morning and the messy bun she tried to do wasn't looking so great, alongside her outfit of choice.

She instantly spots the roses he is holding before him, furrowing her eyebrows at the gift. As much as she wants to avoid his eye contact, she looks up and gestures towards them.

"I wasn't gonna give up so easily." He states. Cara stands back in confusion, resting a lazy hand on her hip. "I need you to forgive me."

"This ain't the way to do it." Cara shuts the door but his foot won't let her.

"Give me a chance." Simon opens the door with his free hand. She stays put in place as she places a hand on her chin.

"Um.." She looks away. "No."

The door shuts with a slam.

"I've had enough of that boy.." Cara mumbles underneath her breath, rubbing her temples in the process.

"I heard that!"

"Well-" Cara closes her mouth when she realizes there is no comeback. The only thing left to do is open the door.

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"Speak to me."

"No."

"You just did after you said you wouldn't."

"That makes no sense, Simon."

"You spoke again."

"Fuck off."

The flowers were sat in a vase, soaking themselves in water in the middle of the dining room table. Simon kept staring and Cara and trying to make conversation, only to receive blunt answers in return.

"At least I'm trying, okay? Give me props for doing that," Simon raises his hands in defeat.

Cara snorts. "So I haven't?"

That question instantly shut Simon up. He closed his mouth once he realized that there was no comeback.

Minutes passed before he broke the silence.

"I like your polaroids."

"Thanks."

"You spoke again."

Silence shook like thunder in their ears, not a trace of a single passing car or any breeze flooding the window. It was all quieter than snow.

Simon looked around the room, his eyes landing on the strings of polaroid photos hanging on the walls. He took a closer look at them, a particular one catching his eye. Cara was with another boy, Harry, and they were both facing each other and smiling. It angered Simon that it wasn't him.

"Jealous?" Cara asks out of the blue. Simon snaps out of his thoughts and shifts his attention to the girl next to him. Furrowing his eyebrows he tilts his head. All she does is snicker. "It's not difficult to realize that you are when you are giving the polaroid of me and Harry and death glare."

"Whatever," Simon rolls his eyes.

"C'mere," Cara motions for Simon to scotch over closer than her. She was secretly enjoying his company and if they didn't speak or make any sort of contact in the next minute she was going to break. Simon does as said and moves closer, meanwhile Cara was reaching for her polaroid camera. The blond realizes her intentions and smiles to himself a little more than he should have.