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CPOV
I pull the hand-woven blanket, a gift from Simon's mother, tighter around us and snake my leg around Simon's waist, snuggling closer for warmth. He shifts in his dozy state to wrap an arm around me and I sighed in contentment. An evening spent with my boyfriend watching animé on the eve of our last day of high school was the epitome of perfect.
After an hour or so more of solid dozing I kick off the blanket and jump to attention. Tomorrow night Simon and I would embark on the trip of a lifetime to tour La Belle France for the summer. I had done the bare minimum packing and time was running out. Simon opens one eye lazily, stretching his lanky frame to cover the expanse of bed I had just vacated.
As I turn to pull a pair of soft grey sweatpants on under my oversized blue t-shirt – ( originally Simon's, it had "You say I have no life….But my monitor says I have three left" scrawled across it) – I feel Simon's eyes on me. I cock my head to look over my shoulder and stared. "What are you looking at?"
"I'm trying to imagine you with a personality." Simon deadpans.
I laugh despite the insult because I know Simon, and I know it's his sarcastic nature. I roll my eyes and place my knee on the edge of my bed, giving me just enough leverage to shove his shoulder.
"Ok, ok." Simon chuckles, "That wasn't what I was doing looking at you."
I raise my eyebrows waiting for an explanation.
Simon leaned toward me, squinting and twisting his arms. He placed one hand on my waist and the other slightly lower down. I stared at him confused at this strange embrace.
"I was looking at this." He slides his hand awkwardly up and down my body.
"Simon. What on earth are you doing?"
Simon sighs, his voice dejected. "I was trying to be seductive…"
I laugh loudly. I was never self-conscious around Simon, he was just Simon.
"Si," I whisper, raising his drooping face with the crook of my finger. He looks at me, his brown eyes sad. "You don't have to try and be seductive. I like you just the way you are."
His eyes are hopeful at my statement and I giggle, giving him what he wants.
Our eyes are open as I place my lips gently onto his. His skinny arms move from his side to wrap around my waist while I slide mine around his neck. I feel like I am in a warm, comfortable cage. I break apart and sigh, my eyes closing in contentment but my sigh is short-lived as Simon draws me back to him. When I kiss Simon I feel blissfully ignorant of the world outside. It was practiced, gentle and comfortable and it was something I could do for a very long time.
I extract myself from his arms after a few moments eager to get back to packing. Tomorrow we were flying to Paris. PARIS!
"Clarrrrrry" He whines, drawing out the r in my name.
"Packing Simon," I say, ignoring his pleas. "We're leaving tomorrow and I have one pair of jeans and a deodorant can in my bag and I bet you've even less done."
His shoulders shrug in agreement.
We spend an hour rummaging through my drawers, searching for lost socks and hollering at Jocelyn to do some last minute washing. There was an awkward moment when Simon pulled out a long-forgotten blue lace dress of mine. I had little interest in wearing dresses but from the look in Simon's I knew he wanted me to take it.
It's nearing midnight when his Blackberry buzzes impatiently. He answers it hurriedly as I roll my eyes. I didn't even have to look at the caller ID to know it was Jace, Simon's jack ass older step-brother, ringing Simon to tell him to get his ass in the car. The sudden beep let me know Jace had hung up so I reachmup on my tiptoes to kiss Simon goodbye.
"How did you know it was Jace?" Simon smiles.
Before I could answer a car horn beeps angrily and something iss lobbed at my window.
"FRAY. GET YOUR TONGUE OUT OF MY DEAR STEP-BROTHER'S THROAT SO I CAN TAKE HIM HOME BEFORE HIS MOTHER CUTS OFF MY GLORIOUS BALLS FOR NOT BRINGING HIM HOME ON TIME."
I hiss. "That's how I knew."
I grab Simon's hand angrily, ignoring his protests.
Once we reach Luke's front door I hear Simon call "Bye Mr and Mrs Garroway" to Luke and my mother. Always effortlessly polite even in the midst of a war with his stepbrother.
I march down the steps of the front deck and perch myself on the bonnet of Jace's bright red Porsche. I pull Simon toward me, anger fuelling my passion and kiss him in a way that I had never kissed him before. A nagging thought in the back of my head was that it still seemed to lack the fireworks promised in books but I reject that thought in my efforts to give that jerk in the car a good show.
To his credit Simon keeps up with my feverish kissing and to Jace's credit he doesn't interrupt us. After a moment I push Simon away, blow Jace a kiss and walk away.
Jace's teasing didn't bother me but it was the edge of cruelty to each sarcastic comment that left nothing but negative feelings between us. I couldn't stand the way he looked down on his step brother.
I'd known Simon since Kindergarten and had witnessed his mother go through countless boyfriends before finding her one true love in Valentine Morgenstern two years ago. Simon and his sister Rebecca had been so hopeful, convinced this was their chance to be a happy family with a father and a new brother. It hadn't worked out quite that way.
I slip out of my sweatpants, glancing proudly at my packed luggage and fall asleep dreaming of Paris in the summertime.
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