Hey! Sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter out. Well there's only this chapter left and then the party!

Roger sat down next to Simon for another day of French class, ten minutes late. Luckily, Madame never really noticed if you were or weren't there. Roger pulled out a pencil, realizing that he had left his notebook in his locker and he sure as hell was not getting up before he had to. He noticed Simon giving him small glances in between paragraphs.

"Simon. Can I have a piece of paper for notes?"

"Sure. Do you need a writing utensil too?" Simon asked turning to a blank sheet in his notebook.

"Nah. I've got that covered." Roger said with a small smile as he waved the pencil in front of Simon's face. Simon let out a small laugh and returned to his notes before turning to Roger again.

"R-I-um….Roger?" He whispered timidly.

"Hmm?" Roger turned his head just slightly to show that he was listening.

"Um, well, I received this invitation. Fr-from Jack. It says it's an invitation to your birthday party. Surely it can't be for me though…even though it has "SIMON" written on it in big loopy handwriting and it was hand delivered and Jack surely knows who I am…but.." Roger started to tune him out as he rambled. Although it was kind of cute. But Roger didn't think anything was cute.

"Yes, Simon. The invite is for you. Yes, I'm having a birthday party, No, it was not my idea. Now do you know if you're attending or not?" Roger said in a very matter-of-fact manner.

"Well…I don't think I have anything going on this Friday…so I guess I will. Jack always throws great parties from what I've heard and I do rather enjoy your company, Roger." Roger was surprised at that last statement. He didn't think anyone, not even Jack, actually enjoyed his company, more like they put up with him, not that he wasn't delightful companionship. Roger laughed and just returned to his notes.

20 minutes later, the bell rang. The boys collected their possessions and filed out the door. Simon caught up to Roger in the hallway. "Wait. I forgot to ask, do you want anything specific for your birthday?" Simon asked, pushing the hair out of his face. Simon was surprisingly good at keeping eye contact, especially with someone as intimidating as Roger, despite his shyness.

"Not really. Just get anything. If I hate it then I'll just bludgeon you with it." Roger let out a chuckle at that. "Just kidding, of course." Simon let out a slightly strained giggle. "Well I've got to go. See you tomorrow, Si." Roger walked away to his lunch table and sat down next to Jack.

"Si?" Simon thought. "That's like… a nickname. He never seemed like the type to give nicknames. That seems…affectionate." Simon's heart fluttered just a little.

"Hey bro. I saw you talking to Simon over yonder." Jack joked. Roger reached for his sandwich. "NO. You don't get any of my goddamn sandwich today, fucker." Jack said, taking an enormous bite of his ham and cheese.

"Well isn't someone a little sassy today?" Roger said, making a clawing motion as if he were a cat.

"I just want to eat my sandwich for once. Why don't you ever pack yourself a lunch?" Roger shrugged, suggesting perhaps, that it was too much effort. "So I passed out invites to all the kids we agreed on, plus a few extras. That's cool right?"

"Whatever you think, man. I trust that you know me well enough not to invite anyone I hate."

"Well I invited Mickey. You-"

"YOU WHAT? YOU KNOW I CAN'T STAND HIM JACK. I-"

"Dude! Chill. I know. I didn't really invite him."

"Fuck. You." Roger punched Jack in the arm.

On their way to their next class, Roger asked which of the people invited have said if they can make it yet.

"Well, Sam and Eric can, Maurice and Bill can. Robert can't. And Ralph said he'd get back to me." Roger raised his eyebrows suggestively at Ralph's name. Jack smiled at that. "Hey weren't you talking to Simon. Is he coming?"

"Oh… um yeah he is." They reached their next class and their conversation ended after making plans to hang out at Jack's that night.

The boys walked to Jack's after school that day as it was a measly half an hour away with minimal stopping for shenanigans.

When they opened entered the house Jack shouted to see if anyone was home but the only response he got was a startled kitten. Perfect. He set down his bag and turned back to Roger who was standing awkwardly against the wall. Jack moved close to him and kissed him. It felt fun and frivolous and free. It made Roger happy. Not only to feel affection but because he got to rebel while doing it. Jack traced his tongue over Roger's lip and reached for his hand. Their fingers entwined and their kisses deepened. They eventually made their way to the living room and put on another episode of their favorite show. They pulled out their books and began their homework, quizzing each other on the period table for tomorrow's quiz. Every question answered correctly was rewarded with a kiss. Obviously they became quickly distracted from the studying part and wrapped up in the kissing part. They repeated a cycle of study, stop, kiss, stop, tv, study, etc. for about two hours before Jack's father showed up from a business trip and Roger felt awkward enough that he had to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Don't be late!" Jack said as Roger left his house.

"Oh god. What have I gotten myself in to. This party is tomorrow." Roger nervously muttered to himself as he closed the door behind him.

So only one chapter left! I don't personally like Roger/Simon but I've kinda thrown it in because it's cute and I love Simon.