An extremely unlikely pair, that's what you two were. There was no denying it, between stares from strangers in public, and the way you both could so clearly see your differences, but it never mattered once. Simon had actually grown fond of it this way. People stared at the two of you anyways, it was better to be stared at together.

When the two of you had stumbled upon one another, a strange meeting in itself, Simon immediately noticed– you were weird. In a good way? Maybe, he was still trying to rule out factors, but weird nonetheless. Chance had brought you two together, meeting you was probably the only thing that made Simon believe in some kind of higher power.

Eccentric was a word that was often used for you, and he would never be able to really deny it. In fact, he was pretty sure that you were proud to be considered such, and he never did quite have the heart to tell you that most people who said that to you were not complimenting you.

Simon was a different kind of weird, a punk with strange hair, loud and abrasive, demanding– he rarely took no as an answer, he was stubborn and sure of himself. You, he had no idea what you were, but he knew that you wore strange, colorful clothes, you liked buttons and tights, always in some bright ass color that made Simon curious as to who the hell was selling them.

You liked old things, vintage thrifts, you had such odd taste, but you also had such heart. There was no denying just how much you cared about things, how you loved, how you protected, Simon could see how much passion you had in everything that you did, and that's what made him love you.

It was just another day, he'd borrowed the truck, you were sitting in the passenger seat and Simon was hoping you hadn't seen how many times he'd glanced over to you. He shifted in his seat, fingers clenched around the steering wheel.

"So, this thrift pop-up thing," he spoke, raising his brows over at you before returning his gaze to the road, feigning nonchalance, but he knew how excited you had been for days to go to this thing, he could pretend to be annoyed and inconvenienced all he wanted, but he couldn't imagine not taking you.

"What is it you’re searching for?" He questioned, taking a turn, "Cause I'm gonna be pissed if you're making me drive you to look at shit you could find on the sidewalk."