A/N: Here is Part 2! Enjoy everyone! Please let me know what you think! By the way for those wondering...There will be a sequel to this story...and yes, it's going to be Fluffy, and full of rainbows, and definitely have drama, but nothing crazy.

Simon vs. The Reunion

Chapter 6 Part 2

"W-wow…that's actually pretty depressing, Bram," Leah frowned, taking in my story.

"You can say that again. It took months for Bram to move on, and honestly I don't think he ever really did," Garrett explained.

"You're talking like I'm not even here," I rolled my eyes.

"Look, I've got a plan, so don't worry. You're going to get redemption tonight. Simon is all yours," Garrett smiled, crossing his arms over his chest confidently.

"What's this plan of yours?" Leah questioned.

"Don't worry about it, just go with the flow and everything should work out perfectly fine."

I shook my head, "Okay, but you realize Simon's boyfriend-"

"I said don't worry about it," Garrett pressed, coming over to sling his arm around my shoulders. I laughed at him at first, but then I saw Simon and Jenson approaching. My mood shifted slightly upon seeing Simon, and the way he was dressed. He had on a pair of dark jeans that hugged all the right places around his thighs, which took every part of me not to bite my lip while looking at him. He was wearing a crimson red t-shirt hidden underneath his gray hoodie, that I'm sure he's had for years. He looked like…Simon. He doesn't have to try to look beautiful and even thought he's older and things about him have changed, he still looks the same to me- if not better. His smile still lights a fire in my soul, and the simplicity of his laugh warms my heart in a way I can't explain. I forgot how much I missed being around him in person. On Facebook and social media is one thing- but I don't truly feel complete unless he's around.

Back to 2 Hours later…

Simon's Point of View:

I stood beside Leah as the guys stepped away to partake in the basketball shoot out game. I had no interest in watching them, so I took this time to look around me. I was still having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that half of our graduating class looked like strangers. There were several people I recognized, but honestly, without a yearbook in front of me, I was useless with names.

My eyes scanned just about every guy that passed by me that offered up even the simplest of smiles. One of them could be Blue, just waiting for me to get alone so they could approach me. I had to step away, but I couldn't do that without Jenson being up my ass. I kept checking my phone in hopes of getting some sign from Blue that he was around. Instead I kept getting notifications on Facebook from my dad to play some pointless game. No, dad, I will not join just so you can get free coins…

"I'm kind of hungry," I spoke up, looking around casually.

"Did you eat dinner?" Leah asked.

"Well yeah, but I'm always down for a snack," I chuckled. She shook her head with a small smile and gazed up at me.

"So go get a snack, fatty."

"That hurts you know. I have been working really hard at a six pack," I teased, running a hand across my abdomen. This sparked a deep laugh from Leah's throat, nearly sending her into hysterics.

"Oh, okay Spier," she continued to laugh. My mouth fell open, realizing she actually couldn't imagine me with a toned body.

"Um, excuse me. I'm not kidding," I dropped my arms at my sides. She composed herself, and stared on at me in disbelief.

"Wait…you've actually stepped foot in a gym?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed with my eyes bugging at her. I can't believe she didn't believe me.

"So all those times you would hang up because you just got to the 'gym' wasn't a cover for the 'Dairy Queen'?" she asked, tucking the hair behind her ears.

"Well…not all the times," I blushed, looking down at my feet. I kicked a small stone and glanced up at her with a crooked smile.

"Simon, you're such a dork," she snorted.

"But I'm your dork," I playfully elbowed her. She shook her head and tried to hide her smile by looking away from me. "But seriously, I'm hungry. I'm going to go find food," I said. I was about to walk away, but Bram caught my attention when he stepped back from the game.

"I think I'm gonna sit this one out. I'm not that big on basketball," he confessed, moving away from the railing. Abby perked up and pulled her hands from her jean jacket pockets before approaching the empty spot beside her husband.

"I'll join!" she chimed, taking her place. Jenson glanced back at Bram walking towards me with a heated expression, but the buzzer went off, pulling him back to the game.

"Hey," Bram smiled, standing beside me. I smiled back, but couldn't get myself to say a word. Leah angled her chin up at me, with a wink. She elbowed me lightly and I elbowed her back to knock it off. Say something Simon, you can make polite conversation without it sounding like, 'I'd like to get in your pants'.

"Didn't feel like playing?" I asked. There you go- that wasn't so bad.

"Oh, nah…just felt like sitting this one out," he chuckled, tucking his hands in his pockets.

"Rather kick balls than throw them, huh?" I managed to say, but wishing I didn't. What kind of question was that? God, what an idiot you are. Don't look- maybe it won't be too bad if you just ignore it. But I didn't have to look to know Bram found what I said funny. He let out a laugh that just about shook his whole body, and I felt the blood rushing to my face. I hesitantly looked up at him and smiled.

"You're something else, Simon," he continued to laugh. He looked back at me, and our eyes met. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was blushing- hard. I expected him to look away, but instead we continued to share a look for a moment. It was a bit awkward, but something felt right about looking into his eyes. He bit the corner of his bottom lip, drawing the breath from my lungs. My eyes shot down to the dirt in front of us, acting as a safe zone from Bram's intoxicating aura.

"I'm going to go find that snack now," I abruptly started walking away. I was maybe only a foot or two from where we were when I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, wait up. I could use something too," Bram smiled, taking his place beside me as we walked. Great.

"Could I get a lemonade, and an order of fried Oreo's?" I spoke to the woman inside the food booth. She nodded and stepped away to start on my order.

"Fried? Are they any good?" Bram turned up an eyebrow at me.

"You've never had a fried Oreo?" I asked, sounding rather appalled. Not everyone likes Oreos, Simon, you've learned this…

"Never fried, but I've had the original. You know that," he said.

"Oh, that's right! You like the Halloween ones, right?" I asked. I went back to the first time Bram ever mentioned his love of the Halloween Oreo's to me. We were at lunch and that was the moment I could have sworn he was Blue. Everything made sense for it to be him, but then Halloween happened and I learned quickly that he wasn't even gay…or he might have been, but he never tried to prove it to me otherwise.

"Yeah, I still do," he confessed. I couldn't help the excitement building inside me. Something about talking to Bram made me feel so comfortable, but also entirely too apprehensive to function. I managed a simple smile that hardly exemplified what I was feeling at that moment. Thoughts of him actually being Blue granted me hope, but something just didn't feel right about it. I wanted for him to just tell me he was Blue, but that was wishful thinking.

"Did you want anything, hun?" the woman came back to ask Bram.

He leaned in and put on the same thinking face he'd wear in school, which is still absolutely adorable. "Uh, I'll take a water," he shrugged.

"Okay," she nodded. She got him a water bottle, and handed me Leah's lemonade. I know she'd be expecting me to come back with something for her.

I reached into my back pocket for my wallet, but Bram already had his ready in-hand. He pulled a twenty out and handed it over to the woman.

"All together," he grinned at her. She took his money, and I couldn't help but say something.

"Bram, you didn't have to do that," I shook my head. I felt weird letting him pay for my stuff, including the fact I had stuff for Leah.

"It's no big deal," he shrugged his shoulder at me. "Besides I'm going to steal one of those Oreo's, so it's only fair I pay for them," he chuckled, stuffing his change back into his wallet. I clicked my tongue at him and playfully rolled my eyes.

"Want powdered sugar on these?" she asked.

"Yes, please," I nodded enthusiastically, with a sly lick of my lips. God, Simon, calm down. You don't even get this excited about sex…well maybe if it was with anyone other than Jenson. That's it- I need to find someone who makes me just as excited about sex as I am about Fried Oreo's. Blue, Blue could probably do that. Oh, right- Blue! I was supposed to use this as a way to be alone for him. Shit. Yeah, there is no way Bram is Blue.

I only came back to reality when I realized Bram was shaking his head while smiling from ear to ear.

"What?" I let a chuckle pass my lips. She handed me the warm pile of goodness across the counter, and instantly my heart flipped.

"You are…" he started, but stopped himself by curling his lips in. He shook his head at me for the millionth time. Was I doing something wrong, or maybe embarrassing? My whole life is an embarrassment, so maybe I understand. He didn't finish his statement, but instead grabbed napkins. I wouldn't have thought to do that, but because it's Bram, he did. I've known ever since high school how meticulous he can be, so it doesn't surprise me in the least how thoughtful he is about things…another reason to maybe think he's Blue? God, Simon, Blue isn't the only thoughtful person in the world…even if it seemed that way. I don't know…I just don't know.

We walked off a little bit to let the other people have their turn in line. I placed Leah's lemonade on the ground, and held up the Oreo's so Bram could take one. He reached into the red and white checkered paper dish with his long fingers, and retrieved a golden beauty with a mountain of powdered sugar atop it.

"Ugh, these smell amazing! Ready for the best thing that will ever happen to you?" I asked, taking one between my fingers. I looked up at Bram, who met my eyes with a genuine smile.

"Ready," he nodded. He looked like a little boy trying candy for the first time, which made me unnaturally giddy. We both took a bite, and he quickly covered his mouth. They were boiling hot, but so worth it.

"Oh…oh my god, that's delicious," he mumbled through a full mouth.

"Right!" I voiced, devouring the rest of it.

"Hot as hell, but amazing!" He hummed, licking the powdered sugar off his thumb. I agreed with a nod and licked the powder off my own fingers.

"Oh, um…Simon, you've got-" Bram spoke up, swiping a finger over his own cheek. Shit, I must look like a mess.

"Oh, thanks," I said, trying to wipe it.

"Wow, you just missed it completely," he chuckled. I blushed, and tried again.

"Good?" I asked. He shook his head, grinning from ear to ear again. He stepped towards me, and extended his hand to my face.

"Yeah, it's a really good look for you," he teased. "Here, let me help," he muttered under his breath. He used his thumb to brush the sugar off my chin. I really couldn't help the appearance of my rose colored cheeks with him this close to me. I tried to keep my gaze on his chest, but soon enough my eyes found their way up to his chin. I imagined what his lips would taste like after eating such sweetness, and then I thought how we'd make it work with our noses. Suddenly I noticed the space between us was getting tighter as he moved forwards. His thumb was still level with my chin, and his eyes- his eyes were staring back into mine, but they looked troubled.

"Simon," came out as nearly a whisper.

"Bram?" I replied, wondering what was going through his mind.

"I-"

"-What's going on here?!" bellowed Jenson. Our heads snapped in his direction as he stormed up beside us. Bram backed down involuntarily as Jenson stepped at him. "Huh, what were you doing touching him?" Jenson growled, puffing his chest at Bram.

"Whoa, calm down, nothing- nothing is going on!" I hollered, grabbing at his arm as he continued to challenge Bram. Bram narrowed his eyes at Jenson, but continued to back off. "Jenson, knock it off!" I hollered, continuing to pull at him.

"Keep your hands off my boyfriend," Jenson aggressively pointed a finger toward Bram.

"My hands weren't on him!" Bram fought back.

"What do you call that?" Jenson threw his hands back towards me, knocking the fried Oreo's out of my hands. I gasped, attempting to catch them only to watch them fall to the ground. My frown deepened, and 'angry' didn't justify how I was feeling.

His voice was starting to draw a crowd, and I started getting flash backs from the first carnival. God- Blue, I hope you're not watching this right now. If you are, you're probably thinking how much of a mess it would be to approach me… No one wants to pursue the boy with a crazy ex, which is exactly what Jenson is about to be after this whole ordeal.

"Jenson, knock it off!" I called out to him. He was enraged, and I couldn't figure out for the life of me why he had it out for Bram all of a sudden. Poor Bram, Cute Bram Greenfeld, whom I now suspect to be gay-doesn't deserve this. I peered behind us and found the group watching in amazement at Jenson's behavior. Leah mouthed something to me, but I couldn't quite see it through the darkness of the night.

"You're crazy, man," Bram shook his head, stepping further away. I felt the rise of embarrassment in my gut and gulped. People were watching us, and many had their phones out again. Oh god…this really is like the last time. Consider this post carnival stress disorder- I can feel the black out beginning to happen. Instead I fought it, and yanked Jenson back towards me. He looked through my anger and softened slightly.

"We're going- now," I growled. I took him by the wrist and dragged him towards the parking lot. I could tell he was angry with me, but I wasn't about to become the embarrassing drama of this reunion. Fuck that.

Once inside the car, we both aggressively belted ourselves in and remained in deafening silence until we were back at the house. I felt awful leaving my friends like that, but this needed to stop. He was acting like a lunatic. Leah had texted me a million and one times asking if I was okay. I told her Jenson would never lay a hand on me, if that's what she was worried about. I'm sure being the father of a daughter comes with being able to deck someone- so, my dad would be all over kicking his ass if he ever did.

We parked in the driveway and I got out of the car quickly.

"Are we going to talk about this?" Jenson called after me, shutting his car door. I turned around, glaring strongly at him.

"Not until we're in my room, you hear me?" I barked. He rolled his eyes and followed me. We got inside, and I didn't even take notice to if my parents were home. I dragged him up stairs and slammed my door shut behind us.

"I have no words for you," I inhaled sharply through my nose. I walked past him to my desk and unzipped my sweatshirt. I draped it over the chair and folded my arms over my chest.

"No words? How about me to you? What the hell was that back there, Simon?"

"What are you talking about? I had something on my face and he was trying to help me get it off!"

"Nice choice of words," he flexed his brows at me.

"Oh, god. Jenson he's not even gay, get over yourself!" I yelled. Jenson threw his head back and laughed.

"You think he's not gay? He's so fucking gay it makes me look straight!" he fought back. I shook my head, walking past him to my bed. I sat on the end of it and stared up at him.

"How do you even know that?" I sighed in disbelief of his words, but then I went back to my thought about him being gay only a little while ago. Him being super quiet and not openly dating any girls that I know of does not warrant the title 'gay', but tonight with the Oreo's?

Jenson slapped a hand to his chest, "Simon, he's been giving you what my mother would call 'baby makin' eyes' the whole time we've been here!" animatedly pointing two fingers from his eyes to mine.

"Oh, shut up. He has not!" I scoffed at him. I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips.

"Simon, you know…you're so smart that you're stupid," he shook his head, slapping his hands against his sides. I took immediate offense to his words, letting my chin fall to my chest.

"Excuse m-"

"Simon…look…I lied to you earlier when I said your email wasn't open. I know all about your Blue person. I read the emails you sent him, and what he sent you…I also read the email you recently sent him. So yeah, I was a little on edge tonight," he confessed. If my jaw could detach from my face, it would fall to the floor. I should have known not to trust his word.

"Jenson…I can exp-" I started, but he stopped me by holding a hand up at me.

"Can you?" he furrowed his brows at me. "Tell me something, Simon. If Blue showed up tonight, would you have dumped me right then and there?"

"W-well…Jenson it's a little more complicated than that-"

"Really? Cause in your email to him it kind of sounded like it wouldn't even be the question on your mind."

"Jenson-"

"You know what the best part is? I made a mistake, and I owned up to it. I apologized to you, and told you how I was going to fix what I did. I was going to make it up to you, Simon. What gets me after all this time is that Blue, he left you- but me? I'm still fucking standing here. I'm the one who's been here all along, but you can't get over pixelated words on a fucking computer screen to see that," his voice cracked as he held a hand firmly to his chest. I had no words.

"I was really going to try for this Reunion for you. I was going to be the boyfriend you deserved because that guy you're waiting for? I don't see him showing his face any time soon. He's a coward, and a fraud and you deserve better than him. You deserve someone who loves you, not someone who's too afraid to tell you how he feels."

"I'm sorry, Jenson, okay? You're just never going to understand what we had," I shook my head. I rested my elbows into my knees and landed my head in my hands.

"What did we have, Simon?" he asked, drawing my attention.

"You really want to know?" I offered him up a deadpan expression.

"Yeah, I'd like to hear it for once instead of a fucking facial expression showing how pissed you are at me," he shrugged, crossing his arms.

"Fine. What we had was nothing but a run-around joke. You asked me to be your boyfriend by taking me to a bar, buying me a beer and saying 'so, I told my mom we're dating, so she can stop thinking I'll be alone for the rest of my life'. That- that is when I should have walked away the first time, but I felt like there was something about you," I stood from my bed, and walked towards him. "I won't lie about the fact that I dated you as a way to get over Blue. Unfortunately, it never happened because I'm still in love with him…I know it wasn't fair of me to lead you on, but that doesn't make up for you cheating on me. You did that all on your own. Do you have any idea how fucking shitty that makes you look? It wasn't even just with Jason, you had so many booty calls on that fucking app-I'm surprised I didn't rush myself to get tested for an STD! So you know what? You're right- I'm so fucking smart, that I'm stupid. I should have seen you coming miles away, but I didn't."

"Wow, Simon…just, wow," he shook his head, walking away from me. He stood across the room with his back to me. "So now what, are you just going to hope your fake love is going to show up and sweep you off your feet?"

"What's it to you?"

"If you didn't want to take me back, why did you agree to letting me stay for as long as I did, and then still offer to bring me to this stupid thi-" he stopped mid word and this look of pure surprise clouded his face. I grimaced at his expression with a tilt of my head.

"What?" I snapped.

"You fucking used me!"

"What?"

"You were using me this whole time. You brought me here for what? To show you could get a boyfriend?"

"To be my plus one, Jenson- what are you talking about?"

"To make it seem like you could still get someone without Blue around? This was all for him?" he questioned, waiting for me to answer. He placed his hands on his hips, and licked his lips furiously. "Well, Simon?"

Was I just about to admit to using him again? Be the bigger person, Simon.

"Well what?" I spat back. That's not being the bigger man…

"You're no better than me, Simon, face it."

"At least I'm not a cheater, Jenson."

"But you're a liar. Stop lying to yourself, Simon. It is only going to make you seem even more pathetic than you already are," he shook his head, laughing softly to himself. He walked over to his suitcase and started packing it up. His words hurt me, and almost made me question myself. Was I really lying to myself? Was I really the pathetic loser I was trying to avoid being?

"You don't have to leave, it's late," I sighed, walking to his side.

"I'm not staying here. I'm also very sure this is over, so why stick around? I'm going to a hotel, and when you get back home, I won't be there. I'll have already left…I'll turn in my key at the office when I'm done moving my shit," Jenson frowned, zipping up his bag. He stood straight, and turned to face me. For once he appeared genuinely distressed.

"Jenson…I'm sorry it happened like this," I offered my apologies.

"Yeah…me too, I'm sorry it had to come to this," he redirected his glance around my room, bouncing his leg out of frustration. He shook his head, taking his luggage into his hands. I walked him out of my room and down to the foyer. I opened the front door for him and he walked past me without a word. I closed the door behind him, and stared at it. I felt empty all of a sudden, and I'm sure it had to do with our fight or even the words he said to me.

He's right; I'm pretty fucking stupid for someone with a lot of brains. I saw right past everything happening and the worst part is that I think I'm seeing right past everything with Blue. He's not going to show…he's probably not even here. Either that, or the carnival tonight was enough of a show to cause him to back off entirely. Who want's a shit show like me? Who wants me?

"Simon…is everything okay?" I spun my head to the right and saw my parents standing across the room. They were watching me as I carted my ex-boyfriend out the door without a word.

"Yeah…everything is fine," I pursed my lips. I fought back tears, and turned around to go back to my room.

"Simon, come here," my mom called out to me. I stepped off the bottom stair and spun myself into the direction of the living room.

"What happened, bud?" dad spoke up. I sniffled, and tried to hide the fact that I was physically upset.

I rubbed the back of my neck nervously, "Jenson had to go, something with work," I avoided eye contact with both my parents. My dad looked to my mom with a deep frown.

"Honey, we heard you both yelling at each other. Did something happen?" she confessed.

I froze in place and exhaled deeply, "You heard that?" I asked.

"Yeah, I was about to come up there," dad admitted. I left most of the air out of my lungs and trudged over to the couch. I plopped down, and rubbed my hands over my face.

"ARGH!" I screamed out. My parents jumped slightly, and took their places around me. My mom sat beside me on the couch, and my dad in front of me on the edge of the coffee table.

"Chairs exist for a reason, Jack, go sit on one," mom whispered, shooing my dad from the table. He rolled his eyes and got up to change positions. "Now, what's happening?" she turned her attention to me.

"That's a loaded question," I sighed, slapping my hands down in my lap.

"We have all night," my mom smiled, reassuring me by rubbing my arm.

I should have known my mom would be up for a story, even this late at night. When I started with how Jenson and mines relationship has been for the past year, dad got up and poured me a glass of his finest scotch reserved only for his elite company. I took it happily and continued on explaining what caused all of this- Blue.

"Wait, wait, wait…so you basically fell in love with this guy over the Internet?" dad questioned, "and you still haven't met him- but you're still in love with him ten years later?"

"Y-yeah, pretty much," I shrugged, placing my empty glass on the table. I settled back into my seat on the couch and watch my parent's exchange looks that only parents know how to do. It's their secret language they use as a way of speaking without letting the kids hear, and they've done it our whole lives. Nora and I would sometimes try to figure out what they were saying, but we never could.

Mom turned back to me with a smile, "well I think it sounds really romantic if you ask me," she shrugged with a gentle smile.

"Yeah, well now it's all going to shit… so," I mumbled.

"Who says?" dad furrowed his brows.

"I say, dad. The crap Jenson pulled tonight is bound to scare anyone away- especially Blue."

"Go get your year book, let's figure this kid out right now. Then you can confront him for the scaredy-cat he is!" dad encouraged, standing up to grab another glass of scotch. "And honestly, I wouldn't let a fuck boy like Jenson keep you from finding your true love. I can't believe you didn't tell us what Jenson had done, I wouldn't have allowed him in this house!" dad continued on. Mom stood from the couch and grabbed the bottle from my dads' hands.

"Jack…I think that's enough," mom whispered, placing it back on the stand.

"You know what would be funny, what if he works for Crayola now?" he said, as serious as he could. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

"Jack," Mom warned, sitting beside me again. I laughed at his comment, and she rolled her eyes.

"You're both drunk," she smirked, "I'm going to go get something for you to eat," she disappeared into the kitchen. This left dad and I to continue laughing at each other. I don't think I've ever been drunk with my dad, and I have to admit it's pretty fun.

"I needed this tonight," I continued to laugh. I took my glass into my hands and handed it off to him. He filled it less than before, which was a very dad thing to do, and handed it back to me. He settled in beside me on the couch and pat my leg.

"Gipping me I see," I chuckled, throwing back the smooth liquid.

"Can't let you have all the good stuff," he replied.

"Fair enough," I nodded, cradling the glass in my hands.

"So what is it you like about this 'Blue' guy?" he asked.

"Well we had a really deep emotional connection and-"

Dad threw his head back against the couch and groaned, "you and your mother are both so 'emotionally connected',"

"Um…so?" I laughed. "You're the one that cries all the time," I choked on my laughter.

"Shut up, that's being 'sensitive' and I admitted to that years ago! You and your mother on the other hand use 'emotionally connected' to justify why you hold onto shit."

"Like?"

"Like memories. That's why you're so attached to this guy you've never even met before," he explained. "Think about it- in a way you have met him, and could say you know him without even knowing him in person, which justifies why you have such an attachment to someone you don't even know," dad slurred.

"Um…I'm not sure what you just said, but I'm going to interpret that as I may not know who embodies Blue, but I know him enough to love him. I don't need to see a face to know he's maybe still in love with me?"

"Sure- that!" he nodded. The words were probably still swimming around in his head like fish. I shook my head at his drunkenness and jumped slightly when my phone went off. I pulled it from my pocket to see Leah's name.

"Hey," I greeted her on the other end.

"Si, you okay? You haven't answered any of my texts," she asked.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I was sitting here with my parents."

"Is Jenson still there?" she felt the need to whisper.

"Ha- no!" I slurred somewhat. I regained my composure, and exhaled deeply into the phone. It probably sounded like a wind tunnel on her end.

"Si…are you drunk?" she said, sounding amused.

"Whaaat? Nooo," I closed my eyes, relaxing into the sofa.

"Oh my gosh…Simon, I'm gonna come over."

"No, Leah. You don't have too," I shook my head, but stopped when I realized she can't see me.

"I am. You need me, I'll be right there." I couldn't even say anything before she hung up.

"Leah's coming over," I said, drawing the phone away from my ear. I scanned through her texts and sighed. She was so worried for me, and apparently so was everyone else. Nick texted me, and so did Abby. Dad let out an obnoxious snore, which grabbed my attention. I looked at him beside me and rolled my eyes with a small laugh. Only him.

The one person I wish I could have texted to tell I was sorry was Bram. He didn't deserve what Jenson did to him. It was so embarrassing, and I honestly couldn't believe it myself.

Bram…Cute Bram Greenfeld, I used to call him- still call him actually. He was so sweet tonight, and I think that was the most I've ever talked to him apart from the bar the first night back. I wish he could be Blue-that would be wonderful. Maybe Leah and Abby are onto something. They may not know who Blue actually is, but Bram is a good candidate. He's tall, and smells nice- oh fuck does he smell nice. Wow, I'm really drunk right now.

The thought of Bram being Blue can't stop my drunken mannerisms. I start laughing at myself to the point it's embarrassing. That's a crazy thought- Bram being Blue. I exhale deeply, trying to clear my mind. I don't need a boner right before Leah comes over. That'd be hella awkward. But Blue? Bram, I mean…B-but Bram? As Blue?

"That's not possible," I say aloud. My mom comes in to find my dad passed out, and me staring off into space. She places down a plate of microwave pizzas.

"What's not possible?" she licks her finger and looks at me.

"Nothing…Leah's coming over. She wants to talk to me."

"Oh, okay. That's fine. She staying over?" she asked.

"Probably," I shrug lazily.

"Oh, Simon," she frowns. She walks around to my side of the couch and takes my head into her hands. She kisses my forehead and stares into my eyes.

"You're so bright, and you'll always be my beautiful boy…even if this guy can't get himself to come out to you- someone is out there waiting to love you just as much I do. You just haven't met him yet."

"Thanks mom," I smile, touching her arm.

"Always," she whispers and kisses my head again before leaving for the stairs.

"What about dad?" I called back to her.

"Throw a blanket over him," she laughed. I chuckled at her response and did as she asked. I got off the couch and caught myself as the room began to spin a little. I adjusted accordingly and walked myself to the bathroom. On my way back the doorbell rang and I let Leah in.

"You look like you've had some kind of night," she grit her teeth, furrowing her brow at me.

"I've been talking to my parents," I said.

"I think there is more going on than that," she nodded, patting my shoulders. I took the plate of pizza up to my room with Leah and we sat on my bed, eating. I told her about my fight with Jenson, and how I told my parents about everything. I told her about my parents knowing about Blue, and how my dad almost volunteered to figure him out himself.

"That's hilarious," she held a hand over her mouth as she chewed.

"Yeah he was really pumped," I added, tearing my slice in half.

"I'm sorry you had a fight with Jenson, but I'm happy for you that he's gone," she admitted.

"Yeah, me too…was Bram upset with me?"

"He wasn't upset with you at all, but he was pretty heated with the way Jenson had been acting all night."

"All night? What do you mean?" I asked.

"What do you mean, 'what do I mean'? Simon, you were there, you had to have noticed how Jenson was acting."

"Um, no- what are you talking about?"

"Wow… you were that distracted about Blue you didn't see how your asshole boyfriend was purposely going after Bram?"

"Wait…what?" my eyes grew in shock. How did I not notice that?

"Jesus, Si- you're whipped. Jenson was nothing but a jerk to Bram tonight, and you were so oblivious to the fact that-"

"-I sent him an Email," I spoke up.

"Huh?" she leaned in.

"I sent Blue another email and it didn't bounce back…Leah he opened the email address again."

"When did you send it?" she asked.

"Before we left for the carnival, and I know it was stupid of me to think he'd look at it before then, but I had hope."

"B…Blue didn't respond?" she hesitated. It seemed like she wanted to say something else, but stopped herself.

"I don't know, I haven't checked in a while because I had been fighting with Jenson since we got back," I explained.

"Check!" she encouraged me. I took out my phone and opened the account. I had zero inbox messages. My heart sank, and it shouldn't bother me this much, but it did.

"Oh, Si…" Leah started. I looked up at her and tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Why couldn't he just tell me? Why did he have to break my heart, Leah?" I sobbed.

Leah's Point of View:

I watched my entirely too intoxicated best friend break down to nothing, knowing I had the antidote to his pain. I can't tell him…I can't do what Bram is supposed to do. Even though I love Simon with all my heart, I rather see his reaction to Bram telling him who he is. This isn't my love story, even thought I decided to get in the middle of it.

I held Simon as he cried, hoping he'd fall asleep, so the pain could go numb. If only he knew that Blue was around the corner, and so close to telling him. Thankfully dickhead is out of the picture cause now Bram really has a chance. Tomorrow there will be no more pain, and he's going to run down the gayest rainbow road there is, hand-in-hand with his true love. It actually makes me sick thinking about how fucking cute they are going to be.

Poor Bram…tonight was brutal. When Simon left with Jenson, he turned to me with the saddest eyes and the deepest frustrated sigh I've ever heard from him.

'I almost did it, Leah…I almost had him', was what he whispered to me before walking off by himself. As the night dwindled down, Nick and Abby wanted to leave so that meant I had to go too. Then of course I ended up here with Simon. I really hope tomorrow is better than today because I don't know how much more Simon can truly take of this.

Martin's Point of View:

I closed the door to my bedroom and fell onto my bed.

"That…was horrible," I groaned. The carnival was a joke, and for many reasons I felt like it was my fault…actually it totally is.

The whole thing with Jenson was exhausting, and then watching him blow up at Bram was the worst part. That wasn't part of the plan, but I guess I did kind of aid in that happening. Garrett made it clear to me that I better not 'try anything', which goes back to me messing with Simon's life. I have no idea if Bram is aware I know he's Blue, but I did try my best in not exactly keeping a close eye on Simon and Bram like Jenson had asked. I don't like him- at all. Knowing he could take me out in one swing terrifies me, and if I weren't so afraid, I'd just tell him to fuck off.

This whole thing has gotten so confusing and I'm still not sure whom I'm supposed to be helping. Part of me wants to just do as I'm told and help Jenson, but then part of me knows Simon belongs with Bram. I ruined that in the first place, and helping them out would sort of help me move on from this eternal guilt I've been holding onto for years. My phone chimed, and I reached into my pocket to retrieve it. Speaking of Jenson…

I opened the messenger app connected to Facebook and found a message from Jenson waiting my reply.

'Hey, Buddy this was the only way I could find to reach you…sorry about tonight. I didn't mean to put you in an awkward spot. Everything with Simon is okay, and we're fine. We worked out everything, and we seem much better. I'd like to go forward with planning the proposal if you'd still help me? I was thinking maybe at the reunion would be a nice touch, and even if you don't want to help me, I'm probably still going to go through with it. I appreciate all you've done so far for me…and for Simon.

I just really need someone's help, so I hope you would like too. I had to leave tonight because of a work thing I need to take care of early in the morning, so I don't think I'll be making it back in time to go together with Simon to the reunion. At this point he has no idea I'm even going to be able to make it back, but I plan too. So if you're able to help me get in when I get there, you know- as a surprise to him? I'd greatly appreciate it. We talked about his past relationship with Blue, and he said he's moving on…so I'm not even worried at this point about Bram and him running off together. I just really want this to be special for him, and I know you'd love to have your name all over this as a redemption for fucking with his life.'

Ugh, seriously? Fuck, I figured they would have broken up or something after that explosion. Well, good for them I guess…it really sucks that Simon's over Blue. Never thought I'd actually see the day. I was kind of looking forward to them getting together after all this time, but if it's not something he even wants now, it doesn't make sense for me to pursue that.

"Sure, just let me know what you need me to do," I answered back. He sent the smile emoji and I closed my screen. I tossed my phone beside me and continued to lie out on the bed. Simon better thank me for this...

A/N: Oh, how I'd like to punch Martin...It's about to get crazy y'all...