You had..something going on with Simon. Hard to tell. Because I hate shipping these characters , because they’re fucking 12 year old boys , we’ll say you guys are best friends.

Ralph and Jack’s arguments , the littluns and their crying nightmares , and overall all off the camp life talking the beast was a bother. It clearly didn’t exist. So you snuck off in the middle of the meeting with Simon , your giggles didn’t go unnoticed to some of the others , but they were to scared of the dark depths of the woods at night to comment or follow you two.

Simon sat beside you in the foliage , pulling a dandelion from the festooned grove he had found himself seated in. He clasped his hands together , each petal sticking out between his fingers as he blew the soft white seeds everywhere - said seeds going straight into your face. He chucked softly under his breath as you sneezed and swatted the small white particles away , still being his usual timid self. He tossed the flower to the side , eyeing you with a rather content smile. The moonlight illuminated the forest area you and him sat in rather nicely.

“ Sorry , sorry. Didn’t think the wind wound immediately blow your direction. “

Simon smirked sheepishly , rubbing the back of his neck. His other hand moved to flick a white petal from your hair.