#;v2 fckingreckless

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xxkieren

"Why don't ye come back around   here so I can talk to ye rather than   just starin' at ye? How bout that, babe?'

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pxsitronic

"So uh, ye goin' to one of them costume things?"

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kingsinarow

Why did he think going to America was any better? Stupid decision on his part. New York wasn't any better. Maybe he should have went to California like everyone else. Probably wouldn't have been any either. At least these people here were assholes. No need in trying to be friendly with them. He was one of the friendly ones. That's what he thought anyways. He liked talking to people, but they didn't like it when he talked to them. That's why he started to just no talk to them. That's why he almost didn't stop when he saw Holden. Simon stopped for a moment allowing himself to process it. He looked a little confused didn't he? He turned himself around and started heading towards the boy. "Ye need some help?" He was smiling, trying to reassure him.

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servinglies

So he wasn't expecting to be asked to introduce the boyfriend he had been lying about for a month and a half. Maybe he was catching onto Simon's little lie. All he said was he wanted him to come over to a little dinner get together with him and his girlfriend. Said it would be a real treat. Only problem was that there wasn't a boyfriend and Simon had to make one appear by tonight. This happened every time he told a lie. Something would always happen. Maybe he should stop telling lies. Might make his life a bit better. That explained why he was on Merlin's doorstep, knocking on the door like something was the matter. Well, something was wrong and he needed to figure it out right away. He was on a tight schedule here.  "Open you're fuckin' door! Not funny, mate!" His hand reached down tot he knob and was jiggling it, trying to get the door open. Simon had no time to wait around for Merlin

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axotychia

"I'm not fuckin' doin' that."

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"Maybe you shouldn't come around anymore, if you're just going to show up high all the time. I'm dying, Simon. No amount of drugs are going to fix that. For you -- or for me."

rUDE.

He sat there silent as her words tried processing through his brain. She didn't want him coming anymore. She was dying. Nothing would help her and nothing could help him. He was already dead inside, had been for years. Amy finally said what he knew to be true for a long time. Simon nodded and got up from the chair. His jacket was shrugged off and he stood there, holding it in his hand. "I'm sorry, Amy." 

He disappointed his parents, his family, and now someone he held very dear to him. Simon sat the jacket down over her lap and refused to make eye contact with her. The stayed to the floor. "I'm sorry." He backed up and turned around on his heel. She finally wiped her hands of him. Before leaving, his hand moved up to touch the doorway, holding onto it tightly. Simon looked over his shoulder, still not making eye contact with her. "Keep it, remind you of the good times."

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"Promise me you won't mourn me too long."

promise me

He looked up, hands sliding away from the side of his head. Hair was sticking up, wildly, where it had gotten pulled out of place. "No, you're not going anywhere." He couldn't lose her. She was the first person who actually gave a shit if he was still breathing. She was the only reason he was still alive. "You can't....There's got be something else. Amy." He reached out to take one of her hands. She was cold, weak, and pale. She was tired and he had no right to tell her she couldn't just give up. Simon needed her though. Amy changed something in him. What being alive actually felt like. "We'll go where you wanted to go. The rides, eat junk food!" He didn't want to cry in front of her, but what he was doing was just as bad. The tears were building up in his eyes. She didn't know the issues the psychiatrist had found out, she didn't need to know. She just needed to be the happy Amy Dyer he had taken the time to know."I promise you'll be okay. You have to be okay."