𝔬𝔱𝔭𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯.

𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲.

I leant against the wall and watched everyone have fun. Lucio was blaring loud music and flustered giggling at Hana who was sitting on a stool beside him, cup of juice in hand. 'Why is there a party?' you may ask. Because it's the worst day of the year. My birthday.

Sky excitedly bounced over to me, her smile taking up ninety percent of her face. I raised an eyebrow.

"C'mon, join in! Simon's waiting." She beamed.

"... No, I'm okay here." I replied quickly and hid my red face behind my cap.

"Awh, such a party-pooper," Sky huffed, playfully hitting my arm. "It's your special day, c'mon."

"Maybe later, no energy at the moment." I lied, smiling weakly.

"Fiiiine." Sky mumbled and then smiled slightly, walking away with her drink, sipping it.

I let out a gentle relieved sigh, thank god, I don't have to dance. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and yawned, continuing to watch everyone else. Dwight and Negan were sitting together, drinking and laughing. I scanned around the room and pouted, then headed towards them. Negan wiped a tear and let out another deep chuckle, then peered up at me who stood above them.

"Simon's outside." He simply stated, smiling.

"... What-"

Negan cut in but didn't reply and just nodded to the back door. I mumbled and crawled my way over, opening the door. Simon was stood outside, beer bottle in hand, leaning against the fence and looking up. He took a little swig of drink. I opened the glass door and stepped outside.

"Heyyy, dove."

"Si, what are you doing? Are you not catching hypothermia?" I giggled.

"Not yet," He snorted. "It's midnight. And I know ya always come out at midnight to sit and contemplate."

I huffed and stumbled over, standing next to him.

"How's it goin' in there?" He asked, taking another sip.

"Meh, usual. Chaotic. Ma told me to dance and be active," I rolled my eyes. "Active, Simon. Active."

I exaggerated the last 'active' and Simon simply snorted and grinned.

"Then why aren't you? Yer usually climbin' on the ceilin'."

I crossed my arms and shivered. It was sorta cold.

"It's only a birthday," I mumbled. "Not that important."

"Ex-fuckin'-scuse me?"

When Simon turned with a glare I genuinely thought he was going to punch my lights out. I just shrugged.

"What? I stand by my statement." I returned the same grin as earlier.

"You," he poked my chest gently with the bottle tip. "Are. Important."

I swatted the bottle away and only gave a sneer.

"I'm gross, what do you m-"

"I will not hesitate to fight you, right 'ere right now." Simon joked, inching a little closer.

"Do it coward, you won't." I let out a puff of air by laughter.

I regret my decision when he did just that. He threw himself at me and held me under a singular arm, in a headlock but gentler than usual.

"I'm not lettin' go until you agree!" He yelled.

"Hope your lanky ass legs can stand forever then!" I laughed back, squirming.

"Ohoh, wanna test that theory?"

I stuck my tongue out up at him and he laughed, tightening the headlock in a more playful than aggressive way.

"C'mon then, short-stack, I'm all sortsa ready." He competitively smirked.