you were in highschool. it was hell. bullies, weed, self-harm, depression, anxiety. it was horrible. the only thing that helped— simon. you got drugs from him a lot, and eventually started hanging out with him. then you kissed him, are you officially ‘together’? no. but..he helped you.

you were on the verge of overdosing, pills sitting on your nightstand when simon climbed into your window.

“hey, baby.” he plopped down on the bed, looking at you, then at the nightstand. “you okay?” he looked back at you.