Chapter 3

When Simon woke the next morning, his hand was still in Nathans and as he tried to pull his hand out, Nathan's grip tightened.

"Nathan! Nathan, wake up you prick!"

"What! What is so important that you need to wake me up, Barry."

Simon gestured to their hands. Nathan did the same thing he did last time they had accidentally held hands for too long, he pulled his hand away quickly.

"I don't remember anything that happened last night...did you roofie me?"

"No, don't be a dick. You drank like 4 bottles of vodka. I'm honestly surprised you didn't puke more."

"I puked?"

"Yep. All over me."

"Sorry about that. Anyway, it's weird, I can normally hold shitloads of alcohol."

Simon didn't need to hear Nathan's speech on how good he was at holding alcohol. SO he cut in "Has anyone ever told you, you act like a giggly little girl when you're drunk."

"No. No I don't."

"Yes, you do. You told me I was 'the best'."

Nathan raised an eyebrow.

"...And you told me you'd use any excuse to hold my hand." Nathan's face turned scarlet.

"Then you held my hand, and we fell to sleep." Nathan gave a half-smile, not sure if Simon was happy about the fact that they'd been holding hands all night, or creeped out.

"Well, that's just so fucking romantic." Simons expression dropped.

"You always ruin the moment."

"Sorry."

Simon looked at the clock. Their community service started in an hour.

And what an awkward hour that was, Simon needed to get dressed, so Nathan was kicked out of the upstairs of the house. He occupied himself downstairs, in a room that must have been Simon's study.

The walls in there were lined with dvds. Nathan found one that said 'for Kelly.' And put it on.

The beginning of the video was dark and said 'Nathan Young 1989-2009'. Then the clips began to roll, all different clips of him, being stupid, trying to find out what his power was. The clip ended with the text 'He will be missed.'

Nathan hadn't realised that his friends had been that affected when he'd died. He was touched that Simon had even bothered. He'd always been such a dick to him.

Nathan checked the time. They had fifteen minutes.

"Barry, hurry the fuck up!"

"I'm coming now."

Simon walked down the stairs. "You take so long to get changed." Nathan moaned.

"You didn't have to wait for me." He had a valid point. Nathan didn't have to wait for him.

"Well, I did wait for you. So c'mon." Nathan dragged Simon out of the house.

They didn't talk. It just seemed too awkward for that.

Nathan was the one to break the silence. "I wasn't lying, you know."

"What do you mean?"

"Last night, where I said I was looking for excuses to hold your hand, I wasn't lying." Nathan wouldn't look Simon in the eye.

Simon smiled at Nathan. He reached out his hand and pulled Nathan's hand into his own.

"I'm glad." Simon replied.

They walked into the community centre like that, hands clasped together. Nathan's hand was sweaty. Simon smiled at Nathan, encouraging him that it was okay, they were going to be fine.

Alisha raised her eyebrows when she saw them "What, did you two fuck or something?"

"N-no." Nathan stuttered. He tried to pull his hand away from Simon, but Simon held him there, rubbing circles on his palms.

"Whatever."

To be honest, Nathan was surprised how well the group accepted his and Simon's relationship. Everyone seemed a little confused at first, but were soon fine with it, and that's pretty much how that whole week went. Nathan and Simon holding hands.

But Nathan began to get bored. He'd taken this long to shag someone in a relationship, let alone kiss them, but he was positive Simon wasn't going to initiate their first kiss, so Nathan would have to do it.

He took it upon himself to use every moment they were alone as a time to try and kiss Simon, and usually fail miserably. Whenever he reached his hand out to touch Simon's face or press their foreheads together, Simon didn't want to know. Nathan didn't know why or what his problem was with intimacy. Nathan didn't know how he would kiss Simon. He wasn't exactly romantic at the best of times. And he thought Simon might still be a little freaked out at the thought of kissing another boy. Nathan didn't even know whether Simon had even kissed a girl. Probably not. He didn't seem like the type to go around kissing people. Nathan would have to take it slowly, like they were now, but encourage Simon to kiss him. He just hoped it would work.