I'm so sorry that this is so late, but a series of things happened in the space of about a month.
1. My laptop broke. So I'm writing this on Word on my phone and uploading it, but my phone's internet browser won't let me update the chapters, so I'm having to borrow my sister's laptop to do anything.
2. I started a new course at college, so I'm not able to write all day and constantly edit like I used to. Add that to the fact that my orchestra rehearsals started up again and I'm learning to play the french horn for it, I don't have anywhere near as much time as I used to.
3. I'm moving house on Friday, and it was a bit of a quick process, so we didn't really have anything packed up before now. Therefore, the majority of what free time I have has consisted of packing.
So sorry.
But thankyou for all your reviews and story alerts and favourites. They make my day. I do hope you're still with me even though I took so long to get this out.
"I don't like religion." Simon stated, out of the blue. We were repainting the gates and doors on a local church, so it wasn't really out of the blue, but it was still fucking weird.
"Why's that?" I asked, shocking myself when the words actually left my mouth. That had been happening so much with Simon lately. Things I had thought I was just thinking I was saying, and yet the words I wanted so desperately to tell him I couldn't fucking say to save my life.
"It changes people" he said, after a while of staring intently at the metal railings, watching as the brush in his hand swept back and forth, slowly replacing the old beige paint with a new bright blue. I thought it was pretty symbolic, Simon being the one with the bright blue, painting over the old, bland, awkward shade of brown with something exciting and vibrant, surprising myself with my deep thoughts. It seems like Simon wasn't the only one to be going through a change
"What do you mean?" I asked, dipping my brush back into my pot of white paint.
He paused to think again, watching the sweeping movements of my hand this time, and I tried to stamp down the fluttering feeling in my stomach that was there just because he looked at my hand. Fuck, how ridiculous is that?
"These people who 'find' religion suddenly. I don't like how their. whole basis of faith can just switch like that. It makes no sense to me how people can go through their whole life believing - or not believing, as the case may be - in something, only to completely change their mind after a dream, or after someone just says something to them. I can't imagine ever just flipping my whole world view like that." He went back to painting, but I stopped.
No, I can't imagine ever just switching my world view like that, but I had certainly switched my view of Simon in an instant, and I grew worried. Fuck, what if when he finds out he doesn't like me, just 'cause I changed my opinion of him so fast? Fuck, I couldn't let that happen.
misfitsmisfitsmisfits
The pub again, and we're sat in the same place as we were last week, and we all have the same drinks set out in front of us. I look up at Simon as he stands, and he gives me a half smile, one of the ones I've never seen him give anyone else, and I should know, I've been watching him like a fucking stalker for the past few weeks.
"Toilet" he states, before twisting and walking away from the table. I watch him cross the bar, all the way to the door across the room labelled 'Gents', and don't even blink until the door swings shut behind him, blocking him from my view.
"You should tell him" Kelly whispers to me, leaning as close as she can get without actually touching me, and I spin round to stare at her, immediately forcing a confused look onto my face, while inside I'm fucking terrified.
"What?" I whisper back, quirking my eyebrow at her to carry on this 'lets pretend to be confused' thing I have going on.
"You should tell him how you feel. I know, it's a bit weird that you want to bonk Simon's - of all people's - brains out, but I can see it killing ya. Just tell him. He'd be a fool to turn you down. Anyway, I'd tell him before Nathan finds out, or you know what he'll be like." She gave me one of her looks,one eyebrow raised and a dead stare, and I knew I'd take her advice. One thing about Kelly hearing everybody's thought's, it doesn't half make you trust what she says about other people.
I smiled, and she patted my arm through my denim jacket, just as Simon walked back over to the table. I couldn't help but stare at his ass as he squeezed past me to take his seat on the sofa next to Kelly. I knew she had noticed when she let out a snort, trying and failing to hide it in the rim of her glass of vodka and coke. I glared at her behind Simon's shoulder, but she just shrugged at me, turning to talk to Nathan past Curtis and Nikki, who were sat on the chairs across from me,holding hands and whispering between themselves.
"Your hair looks lovely, Alisha" I heard a quiet voice from beside me speak, and my heart caught in my throat. I bought one hand up to my chest as the other travelled up into my hair. It was straight for the first time in what felt like years, though was probably only months, and clipped behind my ear with a massive red flower clip, matching my sun dress.
"Thankyou" I whispered, turning to face him, and his eyes widened as he caught sight of my blush, it felt like my face was as red as a fucking tomato, so I'm pretty sure it looked it too.
"Anytime." he replied, taking hold of my hand without thinking and squeezing it gently. I gasped as nothing happened, apart from my heart feeling like it would explode out of my chest any second, of course,and looked up to meet his eyes. I saw Kelly's knowing glance out of the corner of my eye, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from Simon's blue stare.
There you go. Sorry again for how late it is, and please let me know what you think.