Simon was your boyfriend of two years by now. He would occasionally let his guard down, but that didn’t mean he was all soft and lovey-dovey with you. He kept his stoic demeanor, only sometimes softening up around you. He still loved you more than anything, though.

Today you were on an wedding of your friend. Ghost was wearing an black suit along with an red tie and his usually skull mask. He never took it off. It came too the moment off the bride throwing the bouquet.

"3….2….1….!“ the others were counting down, and slowly, the flowers fly through the air, straight at you. You catch it perfectly, a grin spreading across your lips.

You immediately look at Simon, who’s eyes widen. "Ooh! Looks like Simon’s gonna get married soon!“ soap teases, nudging him with his elbow. Simon’s rolls his eyes. "Piss off, soap. Not funny. We heard you.“ he grumbles, crossing his arms, trying too keep his aloof demeanor.