We could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable, instead of just invisible.
Simon always watched him, subconsciously he supposed, whenever he was going about his business, and before he knew it, he had turned invisible and he just stared. He always just stood and watched, there was something about him that drew Simon in. But Nathan never noticed Simon, never saw the way he looked at him, he was always to distracted with unimportant details of life. "What if the vending machine is out of twixes." Or "What if someone took those porn magazines from my locker." Simon liked that Nathan didn't see, he didn't want Nathan to think he was a freak, though he knew he already did.
Sometimes, Simon would stay the night, mere metres away from Nathan, sometimes closer, just watching him sleeping. It was strange how innocent Nathan looked when he slept, how vulnerable. And Simon supposed he was. Not only when he was asleep, but in the daytime as well. He put up a front, but Simon believed Nathan wore that mask to cover his hurt and discomfort.
One night, Simon didn't even sleep; he spent the night just looking at Nathan, filming him sometimes. His obsession was slowly creeping into an infatuation, but Simon couldn't stop himself, he loved every minute of it. He loved Nathan.
That morning, when Nathan awoke, Simon watched as he descended the stairs, he followed, invisible still. Nathan went to the toilet, and Simon stood near the door of the community centre so that when Nathan left the toilet, it would look like Simon had just come in.
"Barry, when'd you get here?" Asked Nathan as he left the toilet.
"Just now." Simon replied with a smile. Nathan looked a little creeped out at Simon's weird smiling. "Ok...d'ya wanna come sit down and wait for the others?"
"Sounds like a plan." Responded Simon, a little too eagerly perhaps. Who cares? Nathan didn't notice.
So Simon and Nathan went and sat down on Nathan's makeshift bed, where unbeknownst to Nathan, they had both spent the night. Simon's neck began to hurt from sitting up all night. "Ugh, my neck hurts loads" said Simon, ending the awkward silence between them.
"Why?" responded Nathan. Simon wanted to tell him, he really did. Instead;
"Why do you give a shit." He retorted.
"Ok, man. Calm down. I was just trying to be nice."
"Sorry. The truth is, I was sitting up all night" watching you sleep, he added mentally.
"Aaw that's so sad, poor Barry has a bad neck."
"Oh, shut up you prick, I don't know why I bother telling you anything."
"Man, i'm sorry. I'm really not good at this." What was Nathan on about?
"Not good at what?"
"Not being a wanker. It's pretty difficult."
Simon laughed and then said more seriously, "Don't stop being who you are."
"It's hardly gonna make a difference, no one likes me anyway."
Simon gave a small shrug. "I like you." He said in a hushed tone.
"I can't see how, I'm a complete dick to you."
"Yeah well, I'm used to it by now. " Simon said with a low snicker. "You are a dick. That's who you are."
"Well, thanks for that incredible compliment there, weird kid."
"See, this is why no one likes you. You call us names."
"You just called me a dick, I think I'm entitled to it."
Simon didn't actually mind the name calling, he knew Nathan was joking.
"Also, You said I shouldn't change, I'm fucking perfect." Nathan continued.
"I didn't say you were perfect, you prick."
"Wanker."
"Twa-" Simon was cut off by the rest of the asbos as they entered the community centre. "I'm just sayin', if you call someone a slag, don't do it to their face." Kelly hollered, and Alisha gave a grunt of approval. Curtis sighed, "Mate, if you get in anymore fights, you're gonna get more community service."
Nathan sighed, hating not getting attention. "Oh don't mind me and Barry, we were just having sex." He called across the room, making them all jump.
"When did you get here?" Alisha asked.
"In case you didn't notice, I live here."
"Not you, you dickhead. Simon."
"Oh, Barry's been here the whole night. Like I said, we were having sex." Nathan joked and punched Simon on the shoulder playfully. Simon, shuddered, because this conversation was getting far too close to the truth for his liking.
"I think you've pissed Simon off, Nathan." Kelly said.
"Who doesn't he piss off?" responded Alisha.
"Let's pretend I'm not here then, shall we?"
"I'm not pissed off." Cut in Simon. He didn't like them being so rude to Nathan for something that he wasn't even doing.
"Well, that's a first." Said Kelly.
"What the fuck's that supposed to mean. I don't annoy people." Said Nathan in a mock hurt voice.
Kelly shook her head. They all laughed.
"Let's go clean up some shit."
Simon couldn't help but notice that the whole time they were 'cleaning up some shit' Nathan would stick close to him, using excuses to stand next to him when they were scrubbing graffiti and picking up litter, whatever, Simon wasn't complaining.
A/N I don't know whether to make this a multi chapter fic. What do you think? Reviews are love. 3