Simon had only recently gotten his own car, working as the butchers apprentice wasn't the best at bringing in money, but it was more than nothing.

He leaned over the center console and popped the passenger door open. It was nearly midnight, so he left the headlights off. If either of your parents found you sneaking out with him, you'd both be dead. Your bedroom window slid up, and Simon couldn't bring himself to care about the consequences. Seeing you run, staying low to the ground as you hurried to his car, made Simon smile.

"There you are." Simon pressed the gas before turning his headlights back on. You were giggling, glancing back at your house in excitement as you successfully snuck out, "Oh my god, mom and dad had just laid down. I hope they don't suspect anything."

Your dad would've killed him if he found you and Simon out in the middle of the night. Not that Simon was particularly afraid of your dad. He had his own father to fear, but be was sure you wouldn't be too happy about him fighting your dad.

The night was perfect. Stars shone brightly outside of the city, Simon let you pick the music, and you got to bother him while he drove. The fabric of Simon's jeans was already tight by the time he gave up and pulled over on the dirt road. "Cmon then." The drivers seat slid back, giving you room between Simon and the wheel. Room that you didn't waste time to occupy.

It was crazy, downright rebellious. But you loved the way Simon didn't always cater to the rules. You two were animals when you were together. Everyone at school knew that.

Then you both heard it: a small sound on the gravel outside. "What the-" Simon turned to look out the window.

"It's my dad!" You threw yourself in the passenger seat, scrambling to find your shirt as Simon fumbled to find the car keys.