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Simon drags me out to the football pitch after class, and spends the duration of football practice silently ogling Basil in his shorts, his head leaning lightly on my shoulder.
Simon has always been obsessed with Baz, so this shouldn’t feel like it’s something monumental. This is ordinary.
But it also really isn’t.
Simon hasn’t said anything yet, but I’m not blind.
He hasn’t stopped smiling dumbly since yesterday morning. (I haven’t seen it falter.) He’s also been staring at Baz with an intensity I’ve never seen before, with a look of absolute awe and reverence. (Baz smirked at him when their gazes met, but Simon just smiled brighter.) (Miss Possibelf asked him after class if he was feeling quite alright.)
And he was late to breakfast again, the reason being something really obvious and also something I really don’t want to think about too much, in the name of my own sanity.
(I’ve brought this on myself, I suppose.)
I guess I’ll be seeing a lot more of Basil from now on. (Again, I’ve only got myself to blame.) My luck have it, he’ll end up living in Simon and I’s apartment, not paying rent, but racking up our hot water bill with his hour long showers. (I suppose he’ll come in useful for taking things off high shelves, though.) (Merlin, I hope he’s less contemptible now that he gets to shove his tongue down Simon’s throat.)
(I’ll need to give him a proper shovel talk as well, won’t I?)
“Pen,” Simon says, startling me. “D’ya see Baz?”
I shift my head, trying to see his face, but I can’t see anything other than his curls. (I’m good at reading Simon, but not that good.)
“Yes, I do,” I reply, slowly.
“He’s my boyfriend.”
A happy laugh escapes my lips, because finally, and I push him away from my shoulder, opting to hug myself to him instead. He squeezes back immediately.
“Hey Pen?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”