david
i grinned, pleased to hear the caller had selected a question for me. "can you and the judges do the shuffle?", the call crackled. i laughed, pop music beating loudly as i hopped on the table and strutted towards simon. i shook my legs, smiling down at my simon. "get up, old man! shuffle with me!", i shouted over the music, i giggled madly as the girls grabbed his arms, trying to get him to dance.
alesha cackled, amanda grunting in an effort to get simon up. i pretended to stumble, watching simon jump, his eyes wide and alert. i yelled, pretending to lose my balance and fall, holding onto his shoulders. i landed neatly in his lap, wrapping my arms round his flushed neck. stephen laughed, pointing at simon's face, flushed and laughing. "how convenient!", i joked.
"he just happened to be there, eh david?", stephen giggled. "oh god, you're heavy!", simon groaned, trying to push me off. "i know, i just got heavier in the last few seconds!", receiving a laugh from simon. "alright, get off! you're killing me, aghh!", he struggled beneath me. i hopped off and made my way back to my seat scrunching my nose from laughter.
[after semi finals]
i ran my hand through his badger hair, enjoying the prickly sensation. he lay his head in my lap, sighing contently. he suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist. "simon?", i didn't struggle in his grip, my voice quaked a bit. "what are these?", he sat up, pushing my sleeve back, gently tracing my faded scars with his finger.
i yanked my arm back, hiding the scars behind my back. "n-nothing.", i mumbled. i bit my lip, ignoring the cuts opening and the blood coating my tongue. he leant closer to me, his lips brushing my bloody ones. he licked the blood off his lips, frowning at the foreign liquid. he gently wiped my lips with his thumbs, the cuts smarting at his touch. "i shan't snog you anymore if you won't tell me.", he declared, crossing his arms over is chest.
i whimpered and tried to give him a small kiss. his lips twitched, struggling to keep still. i cupped his face in my hands, and kissed him passionately, trying to get him to break. he didn't budge, frowning at my efforts. my chest tightened, the familiar feeling of cold loneliness filling it, threatening to suffocate me.
i pushed my thoughts away, kissing harder. i pulled away, breathless. " i hated myself, simon. i found nothing when i looked for myself.", i struggled to fight back tears. "it was a pain i could control. it felt so good to be in control, simon, when everything is out of your command."
i kissed him again, his lips tasted like bitter tobacco and chocolates. he continued to pout, his lips frozen into a frown. "you're not done yet.", he said simply. "i cut myself everyday, until i was 30.", i finished with a nod.
he crashed his lips into mine, his tongue spilling into my mouth. "how dark, david."
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simon isn't the type to pity.
david isn't the type to be pitied. only admired for his redemption.
