I just can't get enough of Superhoodie so I'm going to use this to explore lots of different things from his point of view. They won't necessarily be in chronological order, although this first chapter takes place pretty soon after future Simon travels back. Hopefully it won't jump around too much.
I don't own Misfits.
Shaun hasn't arrived yet. Unfortunately.
Kelly skids through the open doors of the community centre on Nathan's favourite nifty wheelchair, swerving just in time. Close, but misses. Misses the then Simon sitting on the benches eating his lunch - out of an actual lunchbox.
Future Simon watches from a distance. Pulls his hood tighter around his face. Thinks there's something in what Tony said. Without a probation worker the gang is slightly feral.
Sees Kelly screw her nose up at himself. Can't hear what she says - but remembers.
"Are you really eatin' watermelon?" Nods. "Fookin' hell. Good job Nathan's not here. He'd be rippin' the shit outta ya."
Ah - Nathan. If Simon's flash was accurate then Nathan woke up in his coffin last night. Could've sent Kelly the message this morning. Smirks to himself. Tomorrow, he thinks. Payback, Nathan. Payback.
Smiles fondly at them both until he realises. Where is Alisha and Curtis?
He works his way around the back of the community centre, knowing it like the back of his hand. Slips into the unlocked door. Freezes at the sound for a moment. The sweet noise fills him with joy - and her by the sounds of it. Only, his joy collides with hate and anger. And lust, but he pushes that one aside.
Follows the sound with agonised steps, like he's being pulled towards it. Wants to run away from what's coming. So badly wants to stay.
Afraid the noise of his beating heart will give him away. Edges closer anyway.
Alisha is in there. He can hear her moaning. They think that they're alone. They're not. He can watch through the shutters.
It's hard to see. Everything is hard. Everything. But anything is better than nothing at this point - even if it comes with Curtis' penis attached.
Why isn't Curtis looking at her? She's all that Simon can see. Mouth slightly open, eyes bright, hand moving faster.
Shifts where he stands - uncomfortable. Turned on. Looks through Curtis to her. Too soon, he reminds himself. She has to do this. Has to. Hates Curtis in a way he's never hated anyone. Only he can't - because it's Curtis.
It's fascinating as much as it's heartbreaking. She's here. Right in-front of him. So...
So...
Alive.
So groaning out someone else's name. It's like she's cheating on him. Only she's not. And the thought makes his head pound.
He watches right to the end; ignoring another part of him that is pounding. He waits. Her climaxing taking far too long and not nearly long enough.
Ready to escape the moment that she gives in. Focuses on her beautiful eyes until she rams them shut.
She comes but there's something missing.
Him.
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