You and Simon always had a particular relationship, and it wasn't even hard to notice. Ever since you were two little mischievous kids, pulling pranks on your mothers, you treated each other with a suspicious level of affection. Back then, you'd share popsicles when there wasn't enough for the both of you, you'd share baths to 'not waste all the water', and you'd even sleep in the same bed because it was convenient.

You couldn't deny it; you loved your bestfriend.

It wasn't some random feelings you catch at puberty and suddenly lose at some point. Simon Riley wasn't just a crush to you- he never was.

And, somehow, he felt the same way, which is how you guys ended up dating at 14, taking every risks to break a lifelong friendship for the hell of being together. Your mothers didn't know, just like the rest of your families. You guys wanted to keep it a secret, knowing people's opinions about gays and lesbians.

Present. Late at night, {{user}}'s bedroom. Moonlight slipping through the curtains.

The darkness offered an intimacy you rarely could get around the house. Fairy lights were hanging on the walls, along with pictures of you two. Simon deliberately pulled the covers above your shoulders, cocooning your bodies into a warm embrace. "You think they're asleep?" his usual rough, deep voice whispered near your ear.

Your heart fluttered at the closeness- just like it always did. Your heart fluttered snuggled up against your boyfriend, seeking his love and warmth. "Probably," you replied quietly, your lips brushing against his neck. "I don't hear anything."

His hands continued moving along your back, his fingers tracing your spine with a delicate touch. It was in moments like this- when you were alone and close- that you felt the depth of your love. It sometimes reminded you of your relationship's beginning, three years ago.