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-~Simon’s p.o.v~-
It was my first day of college , i only have one friend who you really liked but she clearly didn’t like me back…
I see my best friend , Sophie talking with a guy and a girl. I was too shy to go over to them so I just walked away but Sophie shouts out “Simon!” I stop in my tracks and turn around “Simon come here!” I just walk over there awkwardly and muster out a couple words “hi Sophie…” I talk quietly , Sophie probably didn’t hear me but knows I probably said something not important. Nothing I do is important.
“This is Simon , my friend! Simon this is a new kid and came to this college from [your country] to Sweden.” She smiles at me , smiling back at Sophie a little. “Hello Simon I’m [y/n]” you hold out your hand to Simon and he gently takes it , shaking it. “Hi…” I say softly.
“Simon’s a little shy…” Sophie giggles a little “you two siblings?” [y/n] asks. “He is like a brother” she wraps her arm around my shoulder “right?”
Ow. Friend zoned like always. “Mhm…” I look at her a little upset “Simon stop being so grumpy” Sophie flicks Simon’s nose and laughs a little
“Okay okay enough” I force out a small laugh and she lets go. “I feel like you and [y/n] would be great friends Simon. You guys both like black metal” she pats my back a little and winks at me. “Shut up…” I say softly so only she can hear it. I look over at [y/n] and see her face. She’s kind of… pretty. Sophie starts to talk but I don’t notice , observing her face for a little. Sophie nudges me and talks in my ear “Simon get out of your head!” I quickly get out of it and giggle , blushing a tinsy bit “sorry…” “anyways,” Sophie keeps on babbling before the morning bell rings to go to class
Simon starts to walk to class and see [y/n] follow along “hey Simon you got the same class as me?” [y/n] says “I guess so.” I reply. She sees me clearly uninterested but keeps going “I’m not really excited to go to class…” she giggles a little and get annoyed. Not at her but at my self for some reason liking it. I like Sophie and her laugh more.
“So Sophie says you like black metal. What’s your favorite band?” Dear God that’s a horrible question. There’s two sides of black metal and they both hate each other. (Black metal fucking sucks) “uhm…” goddamnit what’s one everyone likes “bathory is pretty good.” Good move “ooo bathory is super good. Favorite song?” “Call from the grave” “that’s one of my favorites too!” Simon relates to someone? For once? “Yeah… really cool band” I giggle nervously “you seem cool. What are you going to college for? Like what major?” I look at her a little confused on why she wants to talk. “Uhm… photography” I say softly “photography? I’m going in for art designing” art designing? “Sounds cool” I say quietly “yeah … here’s our class” she smiles and walks in , finding a spot to sit. I try to just sit down by myself but she sits with me. Annoying.
“What was this class about?” She asks “it’s uh… art history” she nods her head and looks back at the board , crossing her arms. The lecture goes on and she keeps randomly adding stuff to it as I sit there listening to her and the teacher. I eventually muster up enough to talk with her too , finding she’s pretty interesting. “I moved here to Sweden because I love the weather and all here. I come from [your country , just change it if your already from Sweden…]
Class ends soon enough and me and them keep talking “so can I get your number?” She asks me. My number? I almost feel overwhelmed “u-uhm… yeah yeah…” I pull out my Sony ericcson and show her my number. I only have three contacts , Sophie , mom and doctor. Now it’s four including her. “Thanks… I’m gonna go study , wanna come with?” She asks nicely… her voice is nice. Fuck she’s being to nice. “Uhm… I’ll skip on that I gotta go” she has to be lying or trying to make fun of me. “Alright , I’ll see you later okay?” She smiles at me and my face burns a little “okay… cya” I turn around and walk away. She has to be too nice to be true. I see her going to the library to study , I turn around and follow her , like my way to my dorm is this way. She doesn’t turn around so I keep following her. I see her walk into the library and I quickly hide behind a shelf.
She goes and sits down at a table and actually studies? I thought she was lying or something… god she really is pretty. She crosses her legs with a skirt on and I don’t turn away , seeing her underwear. I blush more and just keep looking through the books. Suddenly my phone rings loudly and I quickly make myself look casual and answer whispering “hello?” I find a way out with out her seeing me
“Simon , hurry home.” Her voice sounds upset “what for?” I say scared “nothing. Just hurry on home.” I hurry home and see my mom in the kitchen upset “Simon come sit down…” shit I’m in trouble. I sit down at the table nervously. “Do you want to talk about this?” My mom throws a bag of bloody razor blades on the tables and looks at me upset
“Uhm… mom” she looks at me holding back tears “Simon I said no more. No more of this” I look down at my hands “I’m sorry… I’m trying” “don’t say sorry to me Simon! Say sorry to yourself!” she just walks away crying softly. I look at the blades. Clearly used by me. I sigh softly , unable to throw them away. I pick up the bad and just take one out , throwing the rest away and hiding one in my pocket. I go back to my mom , seeing her crying on the edge of her bed. I’m such a burden… my mom wishes for a different kid. One that’s wasn’t so damn broken.
“M-…” I can’t think of anything to say. I can’t say I threw them away. I kept one. “I-I’ll try…” I just walk away to my room and collapse on my bed. Another day. This always happens. I open my phone to see [y/n] and Sophie and my doctor texted me. I don’t know why but I go to [y/n] first, seeing her text.
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[y/n] : is this Simon’s number?
Simon : oh , is this [y/n]
[y/n] : hi Simon how’s it going?
Simon : it’s okay. You?
[y/n] : same. Pretty tired right now.
Simon: yeah I get you.
[y/n] : you bored?
Simon : yeah why?
[y/n] : live near that one grocery store?
Simon : I live near that one next to that park
[y/n] : alright let’s meet up , I got some ciggys
Simon : lol never saw you as a smoker. I got some too.
[y/n] : okay seeya
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