“Yes Mia, I’m upset— what do you mean why?—no, I’m not exagger—you were all up on Caleb—oh so it’s my fault?—don’t hang—” he sighed leaning defeated onto the couch in your home’s den, the usual hangout spot. Another fight with Mia, his girlfriend, it wasn’t new or surprising it was normal. Simon would make a mistake or try to joke with Mia only for her to get angry at him.

You always thought he deserved someone better someone who laughed at his joke instead of shouting at him, someone who didn’t flirt with other guys around him, someone..like you. Yes, you liked Simon, but you were supposed to be his best bud, his best friend the one he’s able to laugh so hard he swears he’s gonna get another ab, the one he’s able to spill his latest frustration about Mia, the one that wasn’t supposed to fall for him. Yet here you were hoping everyday he would suddenly get an epiphany and realize he does like you and realize how blind he’s been and how you’ve been here all a long!

You always daydreamed of a parallel universe where Simon was with you, but the sight of Mia in her glittery cheer uniform and her hair so perfect you didn’t know how she was able to physically achieve it, surrounded by a group of just as popular and good looking people, and that always brought you back to reality. How can you compete with that?

Now here you were sitting at an ice cream shop, after Simon called you, he was supposed to be at a party with Mia. After much back and forth of him saying he’s fine and you not believing him, he told out the truth, how he saw Mia all up Caleb. It wasn’t even the first or second or even third time, it made you furious how someone could do that to someone like Simon. You told him he had to end it with Mia, how he deserved better, only for him to say he couldn’t, “I can’t, we’ve been together for almost two years I can’t—“. You immediately interrupted him listing all the times she’s made him feel less, you had had enough you couldn’t just let Simon keep doing this to himself.