love, simon

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Bram and I ended up sneaking past my mother to my bathroom. I don't know why we chose to hang out in my bathroom when we had a whole house to hang out in. It just kinda happened. Somehow we're laying on the bathroom tile, looking up at the ceiling. Like we're stargazing.

I guess we technically are, we're looking up at a poster of Brendon Urie that I got when I was younger. I don't know what made me put the poster on the ceiling of my bathroom. I just did. It felt right. I had a private bathroom, so no one ever came in here. So nobody could see my shrine to my idol.

I also had a CD player in here. Plugged into the wall where a curling iron should be. I don't really need a curling iron or any kind of iron. I just thought it would be smart to put a CD player in my bathroom. I dunno why. It's made singing in the shower easier.

Bram and I changed into some jeans and teeshirts earlier instead of those stuffy tuxes. We were just hanging out and listening to music. Right now we were playing The Black Parade album by MCR. Bram seemed to really like MCR. We just really bonded over our shared our love of Brendon Urie. We were staring at the poster together, was this weird? It felt weird. But kinda nice.

"Who knew Brendon Urie was so --"

"Hot?" I blurt out for him. I instantly threw my hand over my face. "Forget I said that!"

"No," Bram pressed his lips together, "he is," he was depreatly trying not to smile at me. He was failing terribly. "How long have you had this in here for?" Bram asks he moves his head to look at me. I turn my head to make dead-on eye contact with him. Our faces were inches apart. I felt the energy buzzing between us.

"Don't laugh,"

"Okay,"

"I've had it in here since I was twelve,"

"AWE!" Bram laughs, not breaking our eye contact. I reached out to punch his arm. I end up brushing my hand against his arm. I can't hurt him.

"You promised you wouldn't laugh!" I whine, burying my head in my hands. Bram smiled, rolling over to pull my arm away from my face.

"Sorry! Sorry, I just find it adorable, little Simon still trying to figure out his sexuality -- hung up posters of his idol in here. That melts my heart," my hands reach his. We're holding hands, it shouldn't feel so intimate but in my house, in my bathroom -- it does.

"So you just sat in here when you were younger?" Bram pulls my hand up to his face -- kissing my ring finger.

"Mhm -- sometimes," 

He gives me a look. 

"OKAY! A lot of the time, my mom was so confused about why I wasn't too upset when I got the stomach flu, I mean I got to look at Brendon Urie's face. There wasn't really a bad part about having to spend hours sick in a bathroom," I all of the sudden felt very weird sharing such personal stuff with another person. Bram looked like he just walked into a pet store. Cuteness overload.

"That's adorable," I roll over to him, so I'm in his arms. I love it when he holds me. As cheesy as that sounds, it makes me feel safe. I don't know why I'm blurting all this embarrassing stuff out to him. I guess that's what love does to you, makes you do stupid stuff.

Bram's brushing his fingers up and down my arms, giving me goosebumps. "I used to pretend I was dating Harry Styles," Bram whispers. I throw my face on his chest, to keep me from bursting out laughing.

"BRAM!" I can't contain it -- I'm dying laughing. This is how I die, laughing in Bram's arms. Not too bad of a death if you ask me.

"Like I wrote stories about him and everything," I gasped, sitting up.

"YOU WROTE FANFICTIONS ABOUT HARRY FREAKING STYLES?!" I nearly screamed.

"I wouldn't call it 'fanfiction' since I never shared it with other fans," he tapped his finger on his chin, "but yes,"

"Ohmigosh," I beamed, "I need to read them! Do you have anything on your phone? BRAM! HARRY STYLES?" I squealed. I really felt like a broken record. I couldn't believe the guy that made Bram realize he was gay was Harry Styles. How did I compete with that? No seriously! HOW?

"Probably, I wrote strictly fluff," Bram got up off of the floor and made himself comfortable on my bathroom counter. "Who would have thought I would have this conversation with my fiancee?" the room sucks the air out of my lungs as soon as he says it. I guess we were fiancees now. I walk over to join him on the counter.

He instantly sinks his head onto my shoulder. I beam, our legs are tangling together.

"I'm gonna miss you so much when you go off to Canada," I whispered. Bram sighed, digging his head more onto my shoulder. My brain stops for a second. I nearly forgot what I was talking about.

"I dunno if I'm going to Canada, I got my Georgia letter back and they accepted me there, so maybe..." I squeezed his hand. It literally hurt me to say it.

"No," I tried to sound tough, and not like a sad little boy. Which I am. "You're not going to college in Georgia just to be closer to me,"

"That's just one benefit!" Bram protested, "I'll be closer to home, I won't have to show my passport everytime I wanted to see you. Plus I'd be at school with Abby and Leah!" I sounded like Bram was just trying to convince himself to stay. Stay close to me.

"No you can't skip out on your dream school for me," I can feel Bram's urge to shut me up. He doesn't want to be far away from me. I don't want to be far away from him. But, keeping him from his dream school? That's just brutal. "I refuse it,"

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big chapters today guys...what did you think?