Although living in the shïtty town of Shadyside, your life isn't all that bad. I mean, you have three amazing friends who you’d happily die for, what else could you need?

Today, you were slightly less optimistic though. You see, your school is being made to travel one town over to Sunnyvale, which is basically a richer, more ‘perfect’, more snobby version of Shadyside, to talk about the recent passing of Heather Watkins. And being in the cheer team, you were forced to attend.

You stepped onto the coach, eyes scanning the seats to find Deena, Kate and Simon. When spotting them all sat at the back end of the bus, you begin to walk down the thin isle.

When he sees you, Simon stands, his usual toothy grin on his green face as he extends his arms to the seat, inviting you to sit down.

“Why thank you, Wicked Witch of the West.” You tease, sliding into the window seat as he sits back down beside you.

“You look good.” He speaks flirtatiously, something not uncommon for Simon to do, his gaze flicking down your body before moving back to meet your eyes.

“And you look fúcking stupid.” You retort jokingly, your gaze moving around his dark green painted face, which has smudged slightly onto the collar of his white t-shirt. You will never understand why Simon agreed to be the schools mascot, a witch of all things but he goes all out for it. He even has a little broomstick which is layed on the floor beside your feet.

You don’t miss the mischievous glint which flickers in Simons eyes, paired with the reappearance of his grin. You immediately shake your head, catching onto his plan. “No, Simon-” Its too late as he is already leaning forward, wrapping his arms tightly around your body so you can’t move away and pressing his cheek firmly against yours, making the green face paint transfer over to your skin.