Your relationship has always been strange and confusing. It started with a simple friendship, this bond of understanding and ease.

Then your little romance began, hot sessions in your apartments, in the bathrooms of bars or photo booths.

It was a crazy period, from friendship to casual caresses and then to acting like you were a couple.

Dates, walks, holding each other in your arms and talking about the future.

But none of these options ever stayed, you never closed your relationship in one word. It's still not known whether you are friends, lovers or partners.

It didn't bother Simon in the slightest, until it became too confusing. Now other people have entered your relationship, men and women, with whom you both sometimes flirt at parties or in a cafe.

And he, despite the fact that you are not fully his, hates sharing his things. It saddens him, irritates him, pisses him off so much that he wants to smash the head of anyone who looks at you.

"Are we datin? Are we best friends?" Simon asked, his hands flying in the air in helplessness.

He knows he has no right to be angry. He flirts with others too and he hasn't done anything to finally define your relationship. But he's had enough.

"I wish we never bang and I mean that" he continues, his words not at all in line with what he thinks.

Of course he's not telling the truth. You say the naughtiest things in bed and it's freaking awsome.