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Fucking idiot. That’s all Simon could think about Wilhelm at the moment. Even after their little conversation behind Simon’s house after Wilhelm didn’t have the guts to tell the truth.
Now Simon was at the end of term party, trying to put out of his mind how Wilhelm was looking at him the entire time the child was singing.
Dragging himself out of his thoughts, Simon begins looking around for Sara or his mom. Of fucking course, the only friendly face he can find is Wilhelm.
And of course Wilhelm is already looking at him. Simon tries to avert his eyes, but apparently not quickly enough, as Wilhelm takes this eye contact as an invitation for what will surely be another heartbreaking conversation.
Oh god, he looks like he’s been crying and is also currently holding back tears, Simon notices about Wilhelm as he is walking over.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
Wilhelm looks like he’s having an argument with himself before ultimately saying, “Simon. I’m so sorry.”
Fuck he’s gonna cry I can’t resist those puppy dog eyes if he’s crying.
I have to.
“Wille…”
Before he can say anything else, Simon is crushed into one of Wilhelm’s hugs. Tighter and tighter he squeezes.
God, he needed this, they both think.
When Wilhelm finally pulls back, Simon quickly looks around and notices all the eyes they have already drawn.
Turning back to Wilhelm, Simon is confused by the conflict behind Wilhelm’s eyes. What is he thinking? Suddenly it dawns on him, seeing the question in Wilhelm’s eyes. He just barely inclines his head yes before a quick whisper sounds “fuck it all” and Wilhelm’s lips crash into Simon’s.
Not so quickly pulling away, Wilhelm whispers those three little words, only eight letters total.
Simon says them back.