The night you stole the Moon.
âSo iâm doing the washing up and youâre going to make my cups of tea for the rest of the evening then yeah?â You said walking over to the small kitchen area, there were only a few cups and plates. âYeah, donât like doing it, makes my hands itch.â Simon said, now googling if there were any good films on, Harry Potter and the Chamber of secrets was on again but the two of you had watched them all a few weeks ago.
You and Simon hadnât been together long just 6 months, youâd decided once you liked each-other that because of his job youâd just take things at a slower pace, so Simon didnât feel overwhelmed and leave and you wouldnât get hurt if felt like he should leave, plus, his job demanded a lot of him, relying on him being mentally fit and feeling secure, you werenât sure what exactly he did, you knew he was in the army but he never spoke too much about it.
âAnd if I want a drink every five minutes?â You asked while waiting for the bowl to fill up, âthats fine by me.â Simon was now on the TV listings website, having been on the same website before you knew why he was looking at his phone like it had offended him. Very glitchy and full of adverts that seemed to load without even touching them.
âTheres nowt to watch.â He spoke again, slapping his phone on the arm of his leather sofa, âgo on Netflix or something then.â You said turning to face him, âWe could watch something new.â You added, smiling hopefully, Simon had to be in the mood to watch something new, even when he did heâd go straight to wikipedia to read the entire plot within the first 5 minutes of starting it, said he just wants to kinda know what goes on. Simon continued to flick through the tv channels, hoping something would catch his eye, everything was either half way through or nearly finished and he didnât want to watch half of a film, heâd decided heâd just waste time by putting the news on for a bit until something new started, Shrek was going to start soon on the same channel, there wasnât really anything else to watch.
You were halfway through Simons small amount of washing up, you only had the cups left, nobody likes washing up but you could do it if it meant somebody made your tea all night. How he already had stained it with tea wasnât shocking, Simon drank tea like it was going out of fashion and if he had tea, he had biscuits too, heâd probably look like biscuit if he didnât have the job he did.
âSimon look at the moon!â You said excitedly, still scrubbing the tea stains from Simons mug, it was massive, youâd bought it him for christmas because he dropped his a few weeks ago when he fell asleep with it in his hand while watching Harry Potter, âIts so pretty, I love the moon, donât you?â You said lowering your head to get a better look outside the window above the sink.
âI know you love the moon, you remind me every time you see it.â He replied now looking out at the moon too, âStarting to think youâd swap me for the moon.â He said smiling, heâd quite like being a moon he thought, only coming out at night and just existing, though he wouldnât like everyone looking at him. âI could never.â You said matter of factly, âthe moon wouldnât be able to fill the gap youâd leave me with.â You added not thinking too much of what you said as you started drying the mugs with a tea towel.
Simon stilled, he felt himself stiffen. A small amount of blood rose to his face, his stomach did a small tiny flip, the same one it did when you two kissed for the first time, he liked it. Nobody had ever really said anything that nice to him, not in such a domestic setting, you were drying mugs, in his flat, that youâd washed and youâd just said the most poetic thing heâd heard since his English lessons at school about him. It occurred to him that he just hadnât replied to what you said, he had to think of something to say, he knew he wouldnât be able to come up with something as nice as that, so what should he say? You turned to him, he panicked and replied the only way he really knew how to in a situation like this, in any and every situation really, how to reply to a compliment or your dying team mate in the middle of a highly dangerous secretive mission? Turn it into a joke.
âYou callinâ me fat?â He said flatly. You laughed and sat next to him, the kettle beginning to make a noise, âNo Simon Iâm not, however if you see some small yellow things with denim dungarees on you should probably hide.â You said grinning at him, he looked confused for a split second but the realisation soon hit him and he laughed. âThe kettles boiled, I even put it on for ya! I did my part, your turn Si.â You said placing a kiss on his cheek.
Simon did in fact make you your tea for the rest of the night and you got through a lot of biscuits together, you didnât even really watch Shrek you just laughed and messed around like idiots, you didnât know it at the time but this night would be written into your wedding vows.
âSo she said you were bigger than the moon?â Soap asked smirking, Simon had tried to explain what had been said but Soap and Gaz being, well, Soap and Gaz found it hilarious, âWell yeah but in a nice way.â Simon said getting fidgety, he thought about what you said all the time while he went away, he had written it on a piece of paper that Soap had now seen, so Simon explained. âShe said you were bigger than the moon in a nice way?â Gaz asked while picking the peas out of his mash, âIt was a nice moment, go away the pair of you.â
âAnd what did she say about Minions?â Soap asked, now taking the peas from Gazâs plate because he liked peas and didnât like waste. âShe said if i saw them I should hide.â Gaz and Soap looked directly at each other and burst out laughing, âOur Halloween costumes are sorted.â Gaz said in-between laughs.
âI am not dressing up as the Moon.â
âWhy not? You dress up as a bloody ghost all year!â Soap and Gaz said at the same time, once again erupting into a fit of laughter, Simon rolled his eyes but hid his smile in his cup of tea before he took a sip.
I thought this was funny, itâs late and everythingâs funny to me, not sure how iâll feel about it tomorrow though. Gaz, Soap & Price are next even if nobody reads it, i enjoy writing them.
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