"Fine. You fucking ignorant, rude, scummy-twat-wanker son of a bitch." Nathan rolled his eyes, standing infront of the pale boy in the lounge one day. Most patients were eating their lunch, but Simon had already finished him, and had been allowed to head back to watch telly. He glanced up at the curly-haired boy, wrinkling his nose slightly. What exactly did he want to say with that?
"W-What?" He managed to mumble, a bit confused. Did that mean they could talk again?
"I said, fine you stupid, pyromanic murderer." The other boy groaned. "Everyone else just threatens to kill me as soon as I open my mouth. You don't." He chewed softly on his lower lip, not really keen on showing his more emotional side once more for the creepy, pale patient. "I can live with the fact that you're a sick person."
"I didn't kill anyone." Simon whispered, studying his hands instead. "I didn't go through with it either." He'd always liked animals, and used to have a cat named Tony but his father had ended up killing it because it annoyed him, apparently. Animals were usually innocent, he didn't want to hurt them. Never. Although, Nathan didn't seem so keen on dicussing this subject any longer, and chewed softly on his lower lip.
"Would you like some jelly?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the other lad.
"I... It's not jelly-hour." Simon mumbled, briefly glancing at him before looking back at the TV.
"That's like a thief going "well the door's locked so let's go home and have some tea". Jesus christ, you pussy."
After another few inputs of worry from Simon's side, they were wandering through the corridor leading towards the kitchen. The curly-haired lad whistled, and hummed on some sone he'd heard on the radio the other day.
"Can you walk any slower?" He rolled his eyes, as he glanced back at his friend. If he continued to walk like that, of course they were getting caught.
"Why is everyone so obsessed with jelly?" It was all the patients ever seemed to talk about. Jelly.
"Because it's the only thing to look forward to at a place like this." His tone was bitter, as he once again rolled his eyes. "Which once again reminds me that I'm stuck here with a bunch of wankers like you." His words made him wrinkle his nose, a bit hurt.
"I think Sarah's nice." The words were true, the nurse had been nothing but lovely and kind.
"Well, now that's your poor judgement speaking, Weird Kid." His friend rolled his eyes once again as they got closer to the kitchen. "As soon as you do something she doesn't agree on, I hope you remember to sleep with the light on."
"Are... Are you on her bad side?" Simon couldn't help but wonder, the hatred towards Sarah just seeped out of Nathan's words.
"I'm on everybody's bad side."
"Why?" He'd always been curious, but that usually made him study people, but there was something about this guy that made him want to ask questions in all eternity.
"It's just the way it is." The curly haired boy said, with a weird look. He seemed to be in thoughts, like he was questioning the way things were. But then he quickly popped back, setting his eyes on Simon's. "Don't expect me to like you, because I don't. You're a freaky little physco, but you'll do."
Bellamy just nodded, staring back at him. He could see everything, Nathan was trying to hide away, in those green eyes. But he wouldn't tell, or speak of it, he was afraid of losing the only friend he'd ever had. He was satisfied with the words "you'll do". It felt like the nicest thing somebody had ever told him. He knew it was probably not what the other boy meant, but it gave him a warm feeling inside, a feeling of being enough for at least someone. "Okay." He wanted to say much more, but it was the only thing that would come out of his mouth as he nodded.
"All right, watch the door and I will sneak in and get the jelly, alright Pale Face?" Nathan raised an eyebrow at him before turning around. He fumbled with the lock for a few moments before the door smoothly opened. With a smug grin, he slipped inside. Simon slowly closed the door, glancing around. What was he supposed to do if somebody came along? Nathan hadn't given him some sort of noise to make if somebody was coming, or entering the kitchen.
His heart was beating fast, and he kept gazing around in the hall, like he was expecting a couple of nurses coming running up to him. But he didn't have to worry long, because soon enough there was a knock on the door. He turned around, just staring at the door.
"Is it safe, you wanker?" Nathan's voice hissed from inside. Simon quickly knocked back as an answer and the door opened. He just shook his head at Simon before shoving a package of jelly into his hands. "There you go. Not that you deserved it, you really need to learn about secret codes and stuff, mate. Let's go before someone finds us."
They both sprinted down the empty halls, trying to make sure they didn't drop the jelly, until the reached the door leading to the backgarden. Of course there was nurses and wardens, and alot of patients, but yet it was much calmer than inside. And warmer, for sure.
"It'll be harder for them to caught us with this outside." Nathan said, after moments of silence, just standing infront of the door. He turned to Simon with a meaningful look, who just nodded. And without another sound, they slid out the door, out into the warm sun. Without seeming suspicious they made it to one of the bigger trees. Slipping down to rest against it, Nathan let out a happy sigh. They'd made it. Simon couldn't help but feel proud of himself. They had actually stole jelly from the fridge. Together.
In the middle of eating their cups of jelly, they glanced at each other. Both with a slight smile. And without a warning, they both started laughing loudly, trying not to choke. Every little problem was blown away, and everything felt good. Wether they wanted to or not, the jelly-robbery had gotten them into a friendship. They had an understanding that was hard to find in other places. Despite Nathan's constant mocking of him, Simon felt happy today. It was a weird, warm feeling. He couldn't actually remember when he last felt it, but he just knew what it was. Happiness. At least.