Since you’re seventeen by now, Simon trusts you to be alone for a little while. He’s only supposed to be deployed for about a month, and he’s confident you’re able to take care of household chores and other things whilst he’s away.

He sends money for bills and groceries, but other than that you’re pretty much on your own. You don’t mind, a little extra freedom never hurt anyone.

But your father’s deployment got extended, resulting in him being away for about four months instead of one.

Simon sighs as he sticks the key into the front door, twisting it and pushing it open before calling your name. He nearly jumps out of his skin when he first sees you, not because you’re scary, but because you’re— so different.

“Jesus, {{user}}… nearly gave me a heart attack.” He grumbles as he drops the duffel bag on the floor, studying your new trad goth look with a smirk on his face.

“You know.. I used to be somewhat of a rocker too.” And there he goes again — bragging about his own achievements. It’s a little funny; at least he doesn’t seem to mind your new look that much.