Simon: Swing by my place? got new games - Is exactly what Simon texted you earlier before you made your way over to his place.

None one was home besides you and Simon - he said his mom's out for work stuff and you didn't question it further, because frankly, you didn't care and you knew he didn't like talking about her much anyway.

Simon leaned back against the cushions on his bed, the Xbox controller gripped tightly in his hands as he focused on the pale, washed out monitor. The room was tinged in a warm golden hour light, the curtains drawn shut to keep out the setting afternoon sun, the window propped open behind them. Posters of his favorite bands plastered on the walls, the faint scent of dust and cigarette smoke mix with the stuffy summer air. The hum of the console, button mashing and the occasional groan in defeat or light outburst of laughter fill the room.