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It's me. I know it's me. I'm too strange, too highmaintance, too needy, too much, too complicated. As she watched Simon push himself up from the floor from the darkness of the doorframe, her mind twists and turns to figure out what it is. It's me. He sees me as something to protect and that frustrates me. That's not how he should see me right? Simon from the future did that and in doing so he broke her heart. She didn't want to shed tears for him anymore but trying to control the emotions was exhausting. Being around Simon was exhausting. Not kissing him is exhausting. Looking from a fucking shadow at the man who didn't know shit about anything he would do and become was exhausting. Everything ached and the only thing she could do to release herself from what she was feeling, was cry. I bet Layla isn't broken. He didn't need to watch out for her or make sure she wasn't crying in a corner. She skipped through life with a big smile and perfect hair. At the sound of the double doors slamming shut from the other end of the community center, Alisha shuffled back.

Simon heard someone sniffling. His blue eyes searched the room he was in quickly. He didn't think anyone would be here this time of day. With a loud bang the double doors of the entrance closed. "What're ya doin Bar?" Simon jerked his head to look up at Nathan. "What's all this crap with princess fuzzy curl?" Simon stopped doing his push-ups and lifted himself up from the floor in one quick motion. Nathan looked impressed for a quick second but returned to his question soon after. Simon inhaled deeply, hiding a smirk. "Alisha. And there's no crap." Nathan frowned and threw his head back. Simon started collecting the weights from the floor, thinking about getting to the bar. Alisha had stopped crying around him and went home. Even though that appartment hadn't looked safe, Simon had taken it upon himself to make sure she was. After he had taken care of that one guy, he had stayed on his toes. Simon had texted Alisha every day but if he looked closely, he could still see the marks of hurt on her face when they met. No tears and she didn't talk or hug him anymore. though He couldn't decide if it was progress or the beginning of the end. Nathan kept following Simon to the hallway where Alisha had been standing, waiting. Simon noticed her first. "What are you doing out? Is everything alright?" Alisha didn't know how to respond. Of course she wasn't alright. She had been stressing over that cunt, Layla, and even in doing so, Simon's smile crawled between the cracks of her memory. She didn't know how to stop thinking about him, about wanting to be with him. So instead of answerring him, she asked him a question herself. "You two guys hangin out?" Simon searched her face for confirmation but Alisha couldn't bring up the energy to show any. "Why are you in the community center?" Simon ignored her question. She wasn't planning on saying the truth, that she wanted to watch him, let alone tell him in front of Nathan. "Why are you?" Nathan chuckled at the scene. "I asked first." Simon said, a smirk playing in the corner of his mouth. It send shivers up and down Alisha's spine, almost electrifying her from within. "Not fair." Alisha whispered. His smile reached his eyes now, leaving the two of them standing silently across from each other, smiling like idiots. "I'm off weirdos. You followin mate?" Simon nodded. His face turned towards her, that question in his eyes again, as the door closed behind Nathan. "You okay?" Alisha nodded, still not ready to explain exactly why she was there. "I'm here to train for, you know." Simon said, answerring her question. And again, Alisha just nodded. She opened her mouth and closed it again. After a deep breath she decided to talk anyway. "I have work at the bar later." She shrugged as if that was why she was there, but he seemed to look right through her. A dark grimace slowly clouded her face. "Every now and then people need to hear a nice truth." Simon started, causing Alisha's heart to start pounding. "You look amazing when you smile." With that, Simon turned around and walked to the doors Nathan had disappeared behind. Alisha felt the compliment wash over her and that flicker of hope of a future made her skin warm. He said it not to get anything from her, that's not how he was. He genuinly found that true and wanted to let her know. Just as she thought she couldn't fall harder, Simon tured his head over his shoulder while still walking. His face carrying that perfect little smile that coloured his face and radiated truth and kindness.

It took every bit of strength she had not to run to him and kiss the daylight out of him. As he looked ahead and walked through the door, she felt her body tingle with something other than lust. He was so different from future Simon. But... He's so...

"I'm so in love with him." Alisha sighed aloud, covering her face with her hands.

Curtis didn't believe his own ears. What. The. Fuck.

After Alisha had left, she had dialed Simon's number at least 15 times, only to shut down her phone again. Seriously, what was she supposed to say?

I love you was too much. I need you was accurate but she didn't want him to be there and secure her. She wanted him to be there and... Be there. God! Why was she so fucking complicated? Her phone buzzed and Curtis' name appeared on the screen. Not eager to read his text, she opened it anyway. "The fuck is with you and Simon?" Alisha's heart froze. Damn it. If there was one person who shouldn't find out about this, it was Curtis. She really wanted him go on with Nikki. Although seeing them together did make her jealous, she didn't want to be with him anymore. She wasn't jealous because she wanted Curtis, but because she wanted his relationship. Cuddly, kisses, holding hands and most importantly, sex. Alisha had walked to the bar by now, ready to take on the first shift for the week. She hated working nights, but it payed well so she did so anyway. She didn't see Nathan anymore but Simon was there, she saw. And fuck. So was Layla.

Simon heard the door open and saw Alisha enter. She looked sad again, it pinched his chest. "So, editing huh? Can you seriously build a carreer on that? Like, go to class for it and stuff? Because that would be a downer if it wasn't possible. Everyone should have a dream and be able to have a way to make it reality. I would just love to study make up but that looks really expensive. Am I boring you?" Layla did not stop talking. It drove Simon insane. She was pretty, but he'd go invisible if it would help to avoid her. It was like she was everywhere. Now in the bar, where he had been waiting for Alisha's shift to begin, she had showed up and taking the seat next to him. Non-stop there were questions flying around along with some monologues. Well, mostly monologues and a question she directed towards him every now and then. How exhausting is this girl? He wanted to make friends, but girls look like a whole other kind of people. Way more exhausting and complicated. He caught Alisha's eyes and she smiled, causing to form a smile on his own face. "No. I'm just going over there for a minute." Simon pointed to the bar, then to his drink. "You want one?" Layla had forgotten all about his fazing out at this point, ready to begin babbling about something new. She nodded as an answer and let him through. He almost ran towards the bar.

Alisha chuckled as she saw Simon coming over. He looked as if he'd been tortured. Great. "Chatty?" Alisha asked, already aware of the answer. Simon nodded and smoothed his hair like he always does. "Very." Alisha chuckled again, not being able to hold it back. "You can just tell her to fuck off you know. You don't need to be so bloody nice to everyone." Alisha had started tapping a beer in a glass, knowing what Simon always drank. "Am I nice to everyone?" Alisha handed him the beer and looked in his eyes. "Very." Simon started smiling. She couldn't help but smile back, if this was what being around present Simon felt like, she wouldn't mind sticking around. "Simon honey, you coming?" Layla's voice reached both their ears and their smiles fell. "Did she call me honey?" Simon whispered, a horrid look on his face. Alisha tried keeping it in, but Layla wanting to be all loveydovey, Alisha herself being giddy around Simon and Simon looking all mortified by the petname... Nothing had ever felt more funny. So she laughed, she laughed in her fist, trying her best to keep the volume down, but not succeeding. She should have felt shame, or at least regret for laughing about something so terribly not funny, but as she looked up into Simon's face, she saw his lips curl into a smile too. As they both started laughing for real, Alisha felt so completely okay for the first time since the incident. So completely and very unaware of anything around her except Simon, who was laughing with her. She was the first to cut it out, shortly after Layla had left, that is. Simon was still smiling a little bit as he sipped his beer, shaking his head. Alsiah watched him be for a while, as she dried off the glasses she had just washed. "Alisha." She looked up and dropped the glass she had been holding. Simon's head looked at the man standing a bit further from him. One look from the guy to Alisha and back was enough to make the connection. It was him.

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