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Simon woke up to Ralph fanning him with a makeshift paper fan. It took him a minute to remember what had just happened, and when he remembered, it felt like someone had put a huge weight on his shoulders. Jack was going to kill him… Simon realized how badly Jack must feel right now.
"Ralph?" Simon asked the blond, wide-eyed.
"Yeah?" Ralph stepped back, allowing Simon to sit up.
"Where'd Jack go?" Simon looked concerned.
Ralph swallowed. After Simon had fainted, Jack had taken one look at Ralph in disgust and had run out of the room. Ralph guessed he was downstairs waiting for Simon, so that was what he responded to the brunette's question.
Ralph felt horrible; he really didn't know that Jack would've reacted that way… He still wasn't quite sure what had happened and why. He didn't feel like asking Jack now, though, because he figured it would make him even angrier.
"I'll be right back," Simon swallowed and walked out of Ralph's bedroom as calmly as possible at the moment. When he didn't see Jack downstairs like Ralph had told him. Simon checked the front stairs. And there, as the thought, he found Jack.
"Hey," Simon mumbled. Jack jumped slightly and put his head in his hands.
"I don't want to talk to you, Simon. Leave me alone." Jack ran his fingers through his red hair. Simon ignored what his friend said and sat down next to him. He figures that it would be for the best.
"Jack, really, I didn't mean to-"
Jack looked up and locked eyes with Simon. He had marks on his forehead from where the heels of his hands had been resting.
"You didn't mean to what, Simon? You knew I like him, too, so you can't play innocent on this one."
Simon raised his eyebrows.
"Jack, what the hell do you mean, 'on this one'? I've never played innocent before!" Simon's tone was cold. He couldn't believe what Jack had just said.
"Simon, it's all you do. You just think that because you're so delicate and quiet you can get any with anything." Jack knew it was true, too. When they were little, Simon would be able to blink his blue eyes and be able to get any adult to believe him. Sometimes it was useful, but other times it was wrong.
Like now.
"Jack, I didn't say anything that is even remotely close to 'playing innocent'! And I'm sorry that I kissed Ralph, okay? It's just-"
Jack looked at Simon with a look of disbelief.
"What, Simon? It's just what?"
"I thought that he loved you, all these years, if I could've guessed. Up until the time when he kissed me, I was purely convinced that he liked you. I'm sorry. I was caught off guard." Simon looked up at the older boy. "I didn't know you would've seen. I'm sorry."
Jack placed his head in his hands once more and sighed loudly. Simon smiled. He could tell that Jack was starting to forgive him, which was good. Simon really couldn't stand fighting with people; it made him really confused and sad. It was mostly because of that feeling of wanting to reverse everything that he had said afterwards. It was the worst feeling in the world, Simon had always thought, that feeling horrible regret.
"Simon," Jack groaned, "I really don't know what to do about you, but I'm going to forgive you." Jack sighed once more.
Simon's eyes lit up, and he hugged the lead choir boy.
"Jack, you won't regret it, I promise. Oh thank you, thank you! I am really sorry, Jack, I hope you realize it!" Simon jumped up, gabbing Jack's hand.
"Come back inside Jack!" Simon exclaimed, tugging at the ginger's limp hand.
"I'll come inside in a minute, Simon." Jack said.
"Okay, if you say so," Simon responded, tilting his head to one side a bit, and walked inside. He made sure to leave the door propped open for Jack.
Jack made sure Simon wasn't within earshot when he let out a loud groan. He realized what had just happened, and he wasn't happy about it. Simon had just conned him into forgiving him.
As Jack sat on the Matheson's front steps, he understood how much he was going to regret forgiving Simon.
It had been a week since Jack had seen Simon and Ralph kissing. Ralph, Jack, Simon, and the twins were all hanging out at Roger's house. Simon and Ralph were, naturally, sitting next to each other. Roger sat by Jack, and the twins sat next to each other. They were all watching Paranormal Activity On Demand, suggested by Roger. Everyone hated watching horror movies with Roger, it was always quite creepy. Not because of the movies Roger chose, but the fact that the boy laughed every time, with no fail, someone died. This normally ended up with one of the twins yelling at him for being so 'cruel' or 'heartless', which results in more laughter.
They were at the part where the demon dragged Kate out bed by her feet when Simon, the twins, and Jack screamed in unison. Roger started laughing like a maniac.
"You know Roger," Jack said, "Sometimes I wonder if you're the demon in this movie. You guys seem to share the same interests."
Roger rolled his eyes.
"Jack, if I was that demon, I would have possessed you, and you know it." At this, Roger promptly turned around and threw some popcorn in his mouth. Eric started laughing at Jack's facial expression. It looked as if Roger had just told Jack that he watched him sleep, which everyone had already figured was true. It just seemed like something Roger would do.
"C'mon Jack, I think that was almost a complement!" Sam joked, earning a round of laughter from Simon and Ralph.
"In Roger standards, calling someone ugly is a complement." Eric noted.
Roger ate another handful of popcorn.
"Both of you can shut the fuck up."
"Thanks Roger!" The twins chorused. Everyone continued to watch the movie.
Simon turned away at the part where Kate was possessed, because he said that possessed people are creepy, and so are demons. Ralph laughed when Simon said this and tried to reassure the brunette that he would never get possessed by a demon.
Once the movie was over, the boys had gone through four bags of popcorn and a lot of cans of soda. No one wanted to clean up, but Roger threatened them that, if they didn't, he would made sure that they would wake up in a place far away from where they fell asleep. The twins, Jack, Ralph and Simon knew that Roger could make that happen. Soon Roger's basement was spotless and everyone was back to sitting on the couch. Sam turned to Simon and Ralph, who were once again sitting next to each other, and said,
"How's the romance going, you two?" The older twin wiggled his eyebrows, and Eric hit him in the arm.
"Sam! They don't want to answer that!" Eric scolded.
"And we don't want to hear the answer," Roger rolled his eyes.
"You know, Roger, maybe if you were more caring and nice, you would be dating someone right now." Ralph smiled at the brunette.
"I've never been a fan of… people," Roger muttered.
"We all know that, Roger," said Jack, patting Roger on the arm.
Jack looked at Simon and Ralph. They were holding hands, he could tell, even if they were trying to make it not-obnoxiously-obvious. Jack felt a pang of jealously whenever he looked at them, so he tried to refrain from it. Instead, he tried to concentrate on whatever the twins or Roger did. It was easier said than done. Jack had no idea how he could stand this for much longer.