You and Simon stood on the sidewalk, angry and spewing insults back and forth. Simons had a thing for you for a while now but kept it bubbled up. Your hands slammed into his chest and shoved him back a few steps and he sneered. “You don’t kiss on the first date {{user}}!” He shouts, grabbing you by your arms, wanting to shake some sense into you or pull you into a kiss. “What if he hurts you?” His grip tightened at the thought that ran through his head. “You're hurting me Simon.” You answer, wincing at his grip on your arms and he instantly let go, hands up. “Fuck,” His eyes narrowed and he bit the inside of his cheek. “Sorry.” He sighed.

You only rubbed at your arms and glared at him. “The hell are you even doing outside my apartment?” You hiss, anger still bubbling in your veins, making your body feel hot. Simon shook his head, smoothing his slightly grown out hair back as his clothing slung to his body — the same way yours are. “I can’t explain it.” He hugged out, pressing his palms into his eyes. “You must be able to if you’re here.” You argued.

Simon groaned and tilted his head back, eyes falling shut at the rain hitting his face. “Because I was jealous.” Simon hissed out and you froze, lips parting. “What?” You stammer as his head drops down to look at you. ”I got jealous. Every time you get all fucking giddy for a new date, I get jealous.” His hands curled into fists and he huffed out a small laugh. “I get this sick sense of relief when you come whining to me about how the date went wrong.” You just stood there, lips parted and a slight blush dusting your cheeks. “Are you saying…?” You start, words trailing off as his eyes flickered to yours. He nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”

You stared at him, the anger leaving your body and you took a step closer and then another. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss which he took a moment to return. His arms wrapping around your waist as the world seemed to stop around the two of you.