It started at midnight. Nathan Young was asleep in the community centre, sprawled out on the floor as he always was after polishing off another 12 cans of beer. He had been so reserved lately, ever since Simon, Kelly and he visited Vince's tattoo parlour. He wasn't quite himself. He'd become soft and far away from reality. He was also worried as he'd started to have wet dreams about Bar... I mean Simon. In the dreams he would kiss Simon passionately and then unbutton his shirt and then he would wake up. He never got to know what happened next, but he was so curious. He was scared that soon, the other misfits would start noticing how he stared longingly at Simon, especially in the locker room when they were changing out of their orange overalls. He loved how pale Simon was and the way the sweat glistened on his forehead while they were doing a strenuous task. Simon was so mysterious, he could be such a sensual lover, but it was hard to tell as he rarely spoke. Nathan couldn't talk to him normally or the others would know something was up, he had to keep teasing him. But he was so strong looking, and the way his jaw twitched when he was anxious made Nathan's heart melt.
All was silent in the community centre apart from a ticking clock and the quiet snoring and mumblings of Nathan as he dreamt of Simon for the 12th night in a row. Suddenly the door opened and closed seemingly on its own. Simon had made himself invisible so he could slip into the centre unnoticed to watch the boy he fantasized about, like he had been doing all week. He was curled up in the fetal position and incomprehensible Irish ramblings fell softly from his open mouth. Simon sighed dreamily and made himself visible again. Tonight was the night. He was going to confess to Nathan his love for him, after all, nobody in the group really liked him that much anyway (or so he though) He kicked Nathan softly and he shrieked as he sat up. "Oh hey weird kid. What're you doing here? It's 12 in the night" If only he knew what was about to happen…..
