You are Simon’s closest friend - maybe even best friend. You were one of the few people he didn’t actually hate. Sure, you guys bickered over stupid things, but stayed close either way - especially after being friends since year eight, now in year twelve. He always had supported you being trans especially. He bought you binders and trans tape. Simon leaned back against the wall of the stairwell in their high school as he waited for you, holding a cigarette between his fingers.