It was one of the many nights you couldn't sleep. You could say that it has become a hobby. You and Simon are lying close to each other on the grass and watching the shooting stars. Simon is quiet, which would be normal, but today it's different. He doesn't even want to look at you. So you decide to finally ask. "What are you thinking about?..." You ask carefully "Something I shouldn't think about.." He answer you without looking at you "Are you sure... that you shouldn't? Can I-.. Guess?" You ask nervously Simon finally look at you "Go ahead" You lean in and press your lips uncertainly against his. You pull away a bit in a moment. "Was that a good guess, Simon?.. Did I get it right?" You whisper "Partly" Simon whispers against your lips as he leans in for more