playdead

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Clouds blanketed the sky. Along with it, came bombs of water droplets, splashing down onto the earth below.

The clouds were dark. It didn't seem like the morning at all.

Simon walked to his usual bus stop. It was at a corner behind his house.

Simon walked to the already wet concrete and stood, waiting. He looked around, seeing suburban houses and black lamp posts lighting up areas where rain fell.

Footsteps splashed to Simon's right. There, walked Breezy. She held her backpack with one strap and had her hood from her hoodie covered her face.

She stood next to him, and sighed.

"Mornin', Bree." Simon said.

"Shut up. Please." Breezy said. She rolled her eyes.

Their hands nudged. Simon shot his hand away from Breezy and glanced at her. Her face flushed.

"Okay, look...I..." Breezy faced Simon and looked down at their feet. She fidgeted with her fingers, with her mouth open, wanting to say something.

"Hm?" Simon said. Simon hoped she was gonna say what he wanted her to say.

"Simon, I just...y'know..." Breezy scoffed.

The bus' engine screamed near, stopping at a crossroads. It turned onto their street.

"Never mind..." Breezy said.

"What?" Simon asked, the bus stopping in front of them.

"It's nothing, Simon. Really." Breezy said. Her tone was sad. Her shoulders went down.

"Not everyone can come out to their friends, Bree." Simon mockingly said. Breezy shoved Simon playfully and got into the bus.

Simon followed into the bus, the doors closing behind him. Himself and Breezy sat in the same seat. Breezy sat beside the window, and Simon sat next to Breezy.

Breezy yawned.

"God. I wish we would wake up later than this. It's so hard waking up at like, what, 4 am?" Breezy questioned, leaning back into the seat.

The tattered and leathery seats squeaked of old age as Simon wiggled in his seat, trying to find comfort.

"Hey, at least we're not in prison." Simon said.

"Feels like it." Breezy sighed and looked out the window.

Rain pitter-pattered on the window. The bus drove around, with no one but Simon and Breezy and the bus driver inside. Soon, they'd reach the second bus stop.

Simon leaned over to Breezy's cheek and kissed it.

Breezy's eyes widened, her face flushing.

Simon's thoughts raced. Did he do it? Did he do the right thing? Was this what Breezy wanted?

"Thanks." Breezy said, with a monotone voice.

"No...no problem." Simon replied.

Breezy turned her head to the window. Through the reflection of the window, Simon saw Breezy smile. A smile wider than any smile she's ever given Simon. It warmed Simon. He looked at the ground and smiled, too.

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During the day, Simon's thoughts only held Breezy. Simon only thought about how beautiful she was to him. And how..."charismatic" she can be.

Soon, the day ended. And another. And another. The more time passes, the more Simon wanted Breezy to be his. He even thought about what their marriage would be like.

Simon was in love with her. As if it wasn't obvious already.

For some reason, Henry didn't arrive at school for the entire week. Teddy was more sad than usual.

Oliver seemed more outgoing, more happy and more confident for the weekend. For whatever reasons.

No. This is about Breezy. Who cares about them? Those other guys. Simon only wanted Breezy. And Breezy only.