Fixing Her ⇉ Simon Minter [2]

TWENTY-ONE

I laughed loudly as Vik attempted to do a cartwheel, his shirt flying over his head, causing him to fall into a bundle on the floor.

"Idiot," Cal laughed from beside me. Nobody could ignore the blush and proud look on his face when he looked at Vik, who'd managed to untangle himself from his shirt.

Vik pouted but laughed as he walked over to us and plopped himself on Cal's lap, the lanky boy placing his arms around Vik's stomach.

"Should we have a sleepover?" JJ suggested as he stood from his seat. Everyone agreed, and I dragged Vik across the house to collect blankets and pillows for everyone.

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"I really think I love him, Vik," I groaned as I hauled three blankets across the floor whilst gripping tightly to three pillows. Vik was draped in blankets, two pillows in between his legs.

"Then tell him, he most likely feels the same!" huffed Vik but I rolled my eyes and stopped in the middle of JJ's room.

"Remember the last time I loved him?" I said with a sigh, and Vik sighed.

"That was different. He didn't love you then, he loves you now," he said, and I let out a huff. He was right, but I couldn't do it.

"Let's get these downstairs before the guys notice we stole their stuff," Vik said cheerfully, and I followed suit, dragging the bundle of sheets behind me.

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Vik let out a relieved sigh as we both dumped the blankets and pillows on the floor of the living room, both of us flushed.

"It's a couple of blankets, you can't be out of breath," Ethan laughed, and I threw one of the pillows at him, before sitting on the floor and resting against JJ's legs.

"It's a bloody work out for us tiny people," joked Vik as he situated himself on Cal's lap, the older boy grinning widely.

"No, you're just weak," laughed Cal into Vik's ear and Vik pouted, leaning back into Cal. The taller boy's face instantly turned red and Vik smirked.

"We need to go to Vik's room," was all Cal growled before he stood and yanked Vik from the room, nobody missing the bulge coming from his crotch.

I giggled and watched Vik and Cal disappear upstairs, the boys bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Think they'll be loud?" Tobi asked with a chuckle, and I let out a hoot.

"Believe me, Vik isn't exactly quiet," I told the boys, who immediately fell apart, Ethan the loudest.

"You've all had something to drink, I gather," Josh said, and the boys nodded, Tobi hiccupping on cue.

"Ro come with me to get some drinks."

I looked up from the floor and locked eyes with Simon's hand reaching out for me. He smiled and leaned forward, hoping I'd go with him.
I used JJ's leg to lift myself to my feet and nodded.

"Sure, the drunker, the better," I laughed. Simon nodded, and we left the room to gather more drinks for the already drunk bunch.

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I giggled as Simon placed a beer bottle on his head and attempted to balance it.

"See!" Simon exclaimed, throwing his hands up. The bottle stood no chance. With a smash and yelp, the beer bottle was no more and both of us were drenched.

"Si!" I whined as I wiped beer from my eyes. Simon laughed and shoved his hair from his face, beer drenching him.

"It was going well!" Simon whined as he stepped over the class and in front of me.

We couldn't deny the fact we were both drunk, once arriving at the kitchen we'd downed two bottles of the strongest beer we could find.

Being drunk never ends well. Not for me anyway. I usually end up confessing my feelings, ending up in someone else's bed or waking up naked. Tonight, seemed like it was going to end up as the latter.

Simon and I locked eyes, waiting for the other to speak as we stood in silence, the only noise was the boys in the other room and Cal and Vik upstairs.

"I really want to love you," I breathed, tears filling up in my eyes, my emotions heightened, "But I'm so scared."

Simon's eyes turned sad as he placed a hand on my cheek, myself leaning into his touch.

"I'm different than before. I love you now, I'd never hurt you," he whispered, and I couldn't stop the tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Don't choose Dan. Pick me, choose me, love me." Simon sounded broken, his voice strangled in his throat, the desperation clear. Of course, I wanted him, I'd wanted for years but will he break me again?

"Let me show you tonight, let me show you I love you," he said. I looked at him and let out a shaky breath.

I had a choice; let Simon in and risk what I'd spent a year making or push him away and break my heart all over again.

I bit my lip and locked eyes with Simon, who was awaiting an answer.

Without speaking, I wrapped my arms around Simon's neck and smashed my lips against his. He had his answer, and so did I.