wilmon
i dare you to call your crush!!!
hello! thank you so much for this prompt<33 I hope you enjoy a little bit of pining Simme... (we've very much moved away from five sentences now. now it's all vibes)
“I dare you to call your crush!” Henry called, followed by a loud burp, and crushed his empty beer can between his hands.
Simon groaned and rolled his eyes. “What are we, twelve?”
“Come on, Simme,” Ayub taunted, nudging his shoulder into Simon’s. “Don’t be lame.”
Because he couldn’t help it, Simon's eyes found Wille’s across the room.
It was odd that they weren’t sitting together, but Wille looked so good tonight that Simon simply couldn’t handle sitting next to his best friend. So, he’d purposefully but some distance between them. However, all that had done was make it impossible for Simon to look anywhere else but at Wille. But, then again, what was new?
Wille was already staring back at Simon, a soft, kind smile on his face mixed with an odd bit of curiosity. He had absolutely no clue. Though they’d been friends for years, he and Wille never really talked about this sort of thing. Of course, that was a purposeful avoidance of topic for Simon. Not for much longer, it seemed.
Keeping up his defensive front of annoyance, Simon took out his phone and held the screen close to his face as he pulled up the phone number, not letting anyone see. He got a few jeers for being so secretive, but he scowled right back at them.
“The dare was only that I had to call my crush,” Simon quipped, bringing the ringing phone up to his ear. “Not that I have to say who it is.”
Everyone sat in silence, soft pop music playing in the background, staring at Simon as Simon’s nerves built and built and built as the phone rang and rang and rang.
Simon did everything he could not to look at Wille, but, again, he couldn’t help it. Wille’s expression was unreadable now. Just that blank, intense stare of Wille’s that made Simon squirm, the way having Wille’s attention on him did every time.
Their eyes were locked on each other now, and Simon couldn’t look away. Wille’s head tilted slightly to the side, and Simon felt like his heart might beat out of his chest, blood rushing loudly, washing out the sound of the seventh ring, then the eighth.
“Damn,” Rosh chuckled. “This is tough to watch.”
Simon managed to tear his eyes away from Wille to glare at her, then fumbled to quickly hang up the phone before the voicemail message could start up.
“Laaame,” Maddie said, dramatically falling back into her beanbag.
He shrugged and pocketed his phone. “Not my fault he didn’t answer.”
The attention quickly moved away from him, onto the next dare, and only then could Simon take a deep, steadying breath. He’d put off the inevitable for now.
Later tonight, though, when Wille went back into the kitchen to check his phone that’d been plugged in and charging for the past few hours, he would see that he has one missed call from Simon. Then, Simon might have some explaining to do.
