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Simon huffs and closes his locker. Not only did he miss opening choir but now his next class is with Wille. His simi ex? He's not really sure what they were by the end. Apparently, to Wille, nothing-
"Hey!"
Simon doesn't jump about an inch off the ground in fear. No.
Absolutely not! Preposterous!
Simon looks to his left with wide eyes to Nils leaning cooly against the neighboring locker to his own.
"I hope we're cool." Nils starts and Simon has no idea where this is going.
"About what?" Simon asks and Nils shrugs.
"You know, about me dating Wille. I hope we can be cool, civil even, about this. I know how exs can be."
Simon blinks at him for a few seconds as to process what was just said to him. Did he fall into an alternate universe, is that why he actually slept in and missed choir?
Not because he definitely didn't forget to set his alarm...
Collecting himself and rebooting, Simon retorts, "You're not dating him." He's says this in the same inflection as, 'ya right.'
Because if Wille denied them and still wanted him but in secret. There was no way-
He'd go and date anyone else. Especially a boy and especially Nils. Nils was a dickhead, elitist, like every other boy at forest ridge. Wille would never date him. Never would.
"Besides if you two were really "dating" like your claiming you two are, Wille would want it a secret.
So why are going around telling people?" Simon was angry, maybe a bit jealous, but mainly pissed at Nils for exposing Wille's sexuality without his consent.
"I'm only telling you because you know already."
"That still doesn't mean you're dating Wille."
"But I am!"
Simon glares at Nils and a crazy, un-thought-out plan came to his possessive mind.
Without another word Simon checks Nils shoulder hard before completely passing him.
His steps purposeful and eager to be stopped right in front of Wille.
He finds Wille enter the school from a side door and when their eyes meet, Simon roughly grabs his collar and pulls, "You're. Coming. With. Me."
He sees Malin stiffen up behind Wilhelm and then promptly relax when Wille gently places his pale hand on top of Simon's tan one.
"O-okay..."
Without another word Simon drags Wille into the empty music room and slams the door shut behind them, locking it for good measure.
"Si-"
Simon backs Wille into the Yamaha piano and with both his hands on Wille's collar, kisses him deeply.
Wille at first hesitant then conforming his hands to grip at Simon's shoulders. He leans down to give Simon better leverage just as Simon push up on his tippy toes.
Lips moving in a slow tender dance. Like the sea waving back and forth against a sandy beach. Natural. Sensual.
Needed. Yearned. Missed.
After a few long forgotten minutes, Simon releases his prince lips from his. Wille's mouth parted, swollen, redden, and glossed. Ready for more and willingly waiting.
Brown searches brown windows to each other's souls.
"You're not dating Nils."
It wasn't a question. It was an order from Simon.
An order that had Wille reeling.
"What?"
"I don't care it's true you two are dating. Because it's not. You're mine." Simon growls and Wille gulped in submission.
"Its only ever been you."
Wille rubs his nose against Simon's tan bridge and kisses the tip leaving a whisper upon it.
"Jag älskar dig, remember?"
"I remember..."
"I didn't just say it to say it. I said it because thats the truth. I only love you. There could be no one else in my heart but you."
Simon closes his eyes and brushes their lips lightly together before giving a peak in response.
"I can't-"
"I know. I know." Wille painfully tells him and Simon's heart breaks at the trembling undertones.
"But I do...."
"I know."
"I do."
"I do too."
They let their lips meet again for a few silent moments before Malin knocks to inform them class was starting soon.
"We'll talk later?" Wille asks and Simon nods, "At my house?"
"You sure Linda won't...."
Simon shakes his head, "no. She actually defended you."
"What really?"
"Yeah...but I didn't really listen...ya know...was hurting. Still am...but..."
"No. I get it. Listen. We'll talk."
"Yes. Plesse." Simon falls into Wille's arms and stand for as long as they can hugging before having to separate.
Stella: Do you think it worked?
Fredrika: It had to right?
Maddy: Felice paid Nils almost 800 kronor. It had better worked.
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Felice: Guuuuuyssssss. It worked!!!!!
Maddy: Aw hell yeah!!!!