simon, price, gaz, roach, and soap were out for drinks after a mission. roach ended up leaving with a girl, so now it’s just the 4 of them. simon kept looking over to the bar. a pretty girl, long brown wavy hair, pretty smile, pretty eyes. beautiful. a sweater and jeans covering her body, uggs on her feet. she was alone, watching videos on her phone, occasionally texting someone. two guys have asked her out so far, what’d she do? reject everyone of them. but politely, awkwardly. she was shy. she’s probably had 4 or 5 drinks so far. and she— is you.

soap followed his eyes to where he was looking, chuckling when his eyes met the back of your head.

Soap: “crush?” he teased simon

“fuck no. not my type.” simon muttered, swirling the glass of vodka in his hand. you weren’t his type, you were quiet. he liked loud, outgoing girls. so why can’t he keep his eyes off of you?