Fixing Her ⇉ Simon Minter [2]

FIVE

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Rose turned onto her back and groaned as she hit something solid, her eyes fluttering open.

"Get off," Rose mumbled, swatting at whatever was lying next to her. She nearly screamed when the thing made a noise.

"You get off."

Rose jumped in the bed and scrambled off the bed, landing harshly on the floor. Her eyes were wide open now and she knew where she was.

"You snore, you know that right?" Vik mumbled as his head poked out from above the bed. Rose glared at Vik as he chuckled, rubbing his eyes.

"What did I miss last night?" she asked, shuffling backwards so she could lean against the wall.

Vik sighed and leaned his head on a pillow as he said, "Well JJ and Simon did some karaoke, Em and Behz left early for Brooke and Harry pretty much broke his shin. Maybe Cal and I had a kiss, but you didn't hear it from me..."

Rose gasped and slapped Vik playfully, the boy laughing and blushing red.

"Yeah," he said with a smile, "I think I really like him. I know we broke up at the holiday about two years back, but I never really got over him."

Rose grinned, happy for Vik, and grabbed a jumper that was from her suitcase filled with clothes that had somehow found it's way onto the floor.

Slipping the jumper over her head, Rose climbed to her feet and made her way to the door.

As she was about to leave, Vik spoke.

"Do you think Cal and I will get together again?" he asked quietly, and Rose turned to her friend.

"If you love each other enough, you'll be back together," she said with a smile before disappearing out of the bedroom and making her way downstairs.

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Arriving in the kitchen, Rose was met with the sweet smell of bacon and eggs cooking.

"Oh, thank god, food!" she exclaimed, grabbing a piece of cooked bacon of the kitchen counter and scoffing it down. A laugh came from behind her and Rose turned to see Simon in his usual attire of shorts and a shirt, his hair scruffy and unkept.

"Vik still in bed?" Simon asked as he checked on the eggs. Rose nodded and grabbed another piece of bacon before lifting herself onto the kitchen counter and watching Simon.

"You looked peaceful last night."

Rose nearly choked on her bacon, swallowing it quickly to shout, "What?"

Simon nodded and turned to her, hand on his hip.

"You came into my room last night, but I moved you into Vik's. You stole my pillow though," he chuckled, and Rose laughed quietly.

"Thank you. For taking me into Vik's room."

"What else would I do?"

Rose stayed silent and Simon turned back to his eggs, the conversation ending with the crunch of bacon in Rose's mouth.

After a few minutes of silence, someone joined the pair in the kitchen.

"Morning," JJ grumbled as Rose handed him a piece of bacon. He gladly chomped down and leaned against the fridge, his eyes closed.

"You seem knackered still, not much sleep?" asked Rose and JJ nodded, his eyes slowly opening.

"Pulled a chick. She managed to keep going for hours. Me? Not so much," he muttered, and Rose burst out laughing, Simon stifling a chuckle too. JJ scowled at the pair before dragging himself out of the kitchen and somewhere else in the house.

Then it was just Rose and Simon. Simon and Rose. They hated it, this tension between them. Ever since Rose had left, Simon knew he'd been the one to blame, the one to cause her heart break.

He'd fallen for her at the end, he'd grown feelings for the one person he was trying to break. Then he broke her and was left in love. He didn't even try to get over her, told himself he deserved the heart break she'd gone through. So, he waited, for a year, he waited until she came back, so he could see her face, even if she hated him.

Rose didn't know if she'd ever get over Simon at first. Every thought was filled with him. She'd go to an ice cream shop and scout out his favourite flavour before choosing what to buy. She'd scroll through Netflix and smile sadly at his favourite show. She'd go out for the night and linger when trying on his favourite clothes.

Rose was infected by Simon and nothing could shake the bug away. Until the bug died on it's own. After months, Rose found herself able to look at Netflix and go straight to her own show, skipping past the movie that reminded her so much of Simon's bedroom. She found herself able to order ice cream instantly. She found herself healed, the bug gone.

"So, how come you went to bed so early at your own party?" Simon gingerly asked. Rose looked over at the taller boy and memories of Harry trying to talk to her floating into her mind.

"No reason," she lied effortlessly, "just tired that night."

Simon hummed in response but kept his eyes on her, the pair not breaking eye contact for some unknown reason.

"I'm sorry."

Rose didn't react when Simon spoke, just listened as he began.

"I'm so sorry. Anybody would be lucky to have you, Rose, just because Harry can't see it, doesn't mean nobody else can," he told her.

Silence filled the room. Rose didn't speak and neither did Simon who turned back to the remaining of his eggs and placed them on a plate.

"I'll see you later," was all Rose mumbled before jumping down from the kitchen counter, taking the rest of the finished bacon and leaving the kitchen.

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Sorry for the shorter chapter x