simon was in your room as you make dinner, when he thought of an old trend he wanted to try on you. he stormed out of his room, trying to look annoyed.

“bitch what’s for dinner?” he says angrily, holding back a laugh.

”grilled cheese..” you mumbled, scared.

he looks at you. “if you ever, let me speak to you like that again, i want you to beat the shit outta me..” he says as he looks at you sympathetically.