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Wilhelm lays in his bed, scrolling on his phone. He thinks about that cute boy he saw earlier. Simon. God, Simon was the most delightful boy he’d ever seen. His pretty curls, he looked like an angel.
“We all know who this country's biggest welfare receivers are.”
“I’m Simon.”
“Okay, why didn’t you say anything then?”
Wilhelm replays every interaction he had with the boy. He wants to see Simon again. He wants to be friends with him. He’s not like the other rich, white snobs in this school. He’s different, sweet and so pleasant to be around. Why did Wilhelm feel so much passion toward him? He hesitates to look up “Simon” on instagram. He shouldn’t. It’s too weird. He gives in and starts to search the boy’s name up.
There it is. He sees Simon’s profile. It’s public. His profile picture looks like a model's headshot. Simon has many selfies. Some with his friends, his sister, his mom. There’s one particular selfie of Simon and his sister he can’t seem to stop looking at. Simon looks beautiful. His face is so perfect. He just looks so good. Wille scrolls a bit farther down. He saw cute selfies of Simon when he was 14. Wille chuckles a bit at the silly faces he makes in some. His tongue sticking out, he looks so childish and adorable. There’s one photo Simon posted from a couple months ago. In July. Wille feels a heat pool in his stomach from this photo.
Simon has longer hair here. Did he get a haircut before school? His curls are wet, he’s smiling charmingly at the camera, he’s shirtless. Is he at the beach? He’s perfectly tanned. God, he looks gorgeous. Wille bites his lip and his breathing starts to get heavy at the sight of Simon’s bronze chest and his thin waist, perfectly curved to his hips. Fuck, Wilhelm has never felt like this. His abdomen aches, he starts to feel hot. This picture is doing something to him, he doesn't know what. Is he sick? He’s having a cold sweat now.
Wille realizes what is happening. This photo is making him feel things. Fuck. This can’t be happening right now. He has dinner in 15 minutes and has to face Simon. Wille lays the phone on his chest, he holds it tight. He barely knows the boy. Why does he feel like this? He gradually lifts up his phone. There the image is, waiting for him. Begging him to do something. Wille is unbelievably stimulated right now. Wille slowly, very slowly caresses his belly, down, down, down. He puts a thumb inside his boxers.
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His hand is shaking. He’s still gripping the phone, with that fucking picture on it. He sets the phone aside to clean himself up. He should really get to dinner. He grabs a tissue from his nightstand and cleans off his thighs. He goes to wash his hands and stares at himself in the mirror. He frowns at himself, full of disgust.
Wille does the walk of shame back to his bed. He flops into the mattress and stares at the ceiling, his breathing still heavy. He grabs his phone to delete Simon from his search history and- wait. Why is the photo liked? Oh, no. No, no, no! Did he really just like the fucking picture! The shirtless one of all photos?! Wille panics. He quickly unlikes the photo and blocks Simon, hoping it will go away. He knows Simon has already received the notification. He can’t go to dinner. He can’t leave his room. He can’t face Simon ever again without embarrassment. Fuck. Maybe Simon didn’t get it? Did the block help? No, of course not! Damnit Wille. While Wille’s anxiety levels are through the fucking roof, August texts him.
AUGUST
Are you coming to dinner? We’re planning tomorrow’s party. Come down.
WILHELM
I’m coming. Sorry, weird question but is Simon there? The socialist guy?
Wilhelm makes a sour face at the “socialist guy” he just texted. He shouldn’t call Simon that.
AUGUST
No, he’s not. Are you coming now, or what?
Wille feels relieved Simon isn’t at dinner. He gets dressed and rushes to the dining hall. Dinner ends soon. He walks into the candle lit room to see Simon. Simon?! August said he wasn’t here?! “Wille! Come here.” August yells out. “August- I thought you said Simon wasn’t here?” I ask. “Oh- I guess he is. Sorry, he’s kind of invisible.” August chuckles, the rest of the snobs do too. Wille doesn't laugh. It was a mean joke. Simon would feel terrible if he heard that. I go get my plate of food, god, where should I even sit. The only open seat is across from Simon. He’s eating alone, looking down at his plate. Does Simon have any friends? The scene makes him sad. Simon is so likable. He prays he didn’t get the notification Wilhelm liked his post from 5 months ago and walks over to sit next to him.
Wille awkwardly sits down and Simon barely side-eyes him. It takes some courage but Wille manages to get out a stammered “Hi, Simon.” Simon looks at him and smiles. “Hey, Wilhelm.” He replies, warmly. Wille has never felt more relieved. “How’s your day going? I mean- your night. I mean- just- how are you?” Wille blushes softly, embarrassed at the stupid thing he just said. Simon chuckles a little. It’s cute. “I’m okay, Wille. How are you? Done stalking my Instagram?” Simon has an evil but adorable look in his eyes. Oh shit. Wille’s heart drops to his stomach. “Fuck- Um- sorry about that. It was an accident..I just-” Wilhelm doesn't even know what to say. “Don’t worry about it, Wille. It’s chill.” Simon says in a comforting voice. That definitely calmed Wilhelm. God, there’s just something so relaxing about this boy. Wille smiles and continues eating his food.
They spend the rest of the dinner getting to know each other. Simon talks about his family, funny stories, and school. Wilhelm listens and laughs along, sharing stories and random things about his life too. The fact he’s a prince doesn't come up even once. It felt like such a breath of fresh air. He felt like an actual human being with Simon. He didn’t care if Wilhelm was a crown prince, or how rich he was. Another thing Wille loved about Simon. There was just a spark there. A click with him. He feels like they’ll be friends for a long time. Wille tries to forget what he was doing to Simon’s photo an hour ago. He’s not ruining this good of a friendship, not this time.
Wille lays in bed, cuddled in his soft blanket as he watches Instagram videos. Just as he’s about to fall asleep, he gets a notification.
simme_.simon liked your post
Wilhelm sits up at the notification. What did Simon just like? And oh my god, it’s a photo Wilhelm posted from 2018. Wilhelm laughs to himself and can’t seem to stop smiling. Did Simon really just do that? He had also followed Wille too. Wilhelm follows him back.
WILHELM
Now we’re even. :)
SIMON
haha, yes we are. that photo of you as a kid is cute, wille. ❤️
WILHELM
Goodnight, Simon. ❤️
Cute. Simon called him “cute.” Wille can’t stop blushing. He rereads the conversation more times than he can count. Wilhelm blushes himself to sleep. He can’t wait to talk to Simon again tomorrow.