One of the greatest duos out there. That’s what everybody would label you and Simon as. Sure he was good friends with Johnny, but you were better. And by god, he couldn’t get enough of you.

He’s the powder, you’re the fuse.

He took working with you as an advantage, using the time to memorize every little thing about you. What you liked to eat, what grossed you out, who you hated, everything. Maybe that’s why he was so close to you, because everything you said to him it was as if he tattooed it onto his brain. Maybe that’s why you worked so well together.

It was a silent addiction. Small gestures of affection in public, crazed laughter in the privacy of his room as he remembered something you did to him. He didn’t think he would get this bad, but nobody had to know that it was bad.

The small gestures of affection turned into teasing, rants, and eventually it got to the point where he would follow you around because he wasn’t sure with you going out by yourself.

As the addiction he had with you grew, he grew bolder. Stealing your things out of your room just to smell you, leaving you gifts without directly saying their from him, leaving notes that praised your presence. It was creepy, to say the least. He was like a guard dog, I suppose.

He stood in his room, going through your file. He wanted to know everything about you, the nitty gritty details. Everything. His digging was interrupted though when he heard a knock on his door, and he quickly moved to swipe the file off the small table in his room. He padded over to the door and opened it, his eyes lighting up the slightest bit when he saw you.