I gather up the courage to enter the room. for days the sounds coming out of the room varied from weeping to squealing, and so you never know what Simon would do when I enter the room.
Simon had gotten a call from Penelope. She is getting married to Micah in a month, so Simon has such mixed feelings about that it's ridiculous.
When I gather up enough courage, I knocked and opened the door before Simon could answer. Simon looks surprisingly normal, sitting on the couch wearing a Watford hoodie and jeans. He looks up and grinned.
Crowley, bless him. Even with those fucking wings and tail, he looks so... so... i don't even know how to describe him. Every time I look at him it's like fucking Christmas morning. My insides jumping up and down and i can't keep a smile off my face.
"Hey." He says. I am so fucking in love with him.
"Hello."
We've been staying at my family mansion ever since i finished Watford, and there's still no magic, but that's fine. The cleaning lady has been in and out of here every couple days, but other than that and occasional visits from Fiona, we're mostly solitary.
I sit down next to him, and he turns down his music. He takes my hand, and grins shyly in that way of his, and the world drops out from under me, and i'm fucking made out of stardust and rainbows.
He grabs his laptop and shows me the screen.
"I got our plane tickets."
"Mmm."
"'Mmm!' my fucking best friend is getting married to a person I've never met. I'm half excited and half dreading it."
"Focus on the excited part, yeah? You never know what he's gonna be like. One thing i'm not excited about is little Bunces."
Simon slaps my arm playfully, and that dissolves into a tickle fight.
and that dissolves into kisses.
Crowley, we are so cute.
