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[simonmckinnon]

Simon pulls up into Brit’s driveway, shuts off the engine of his Camaro and jogs up to her door in unbridled excitement. He rings the doorbell once. Twice. Three times in his excitement, honestly couldn’t stifle his grin if he tried. 

“Brit! Come on!” Simon yells up into the direction he knows her window is, his grin wide, “We have to get good seats!”

[simonmckinnon]

Si doesn’t even realize he’s rushed out of the house barefoot until his feet touch the rough gravel of the driveway. He hisses in pain instinctively, pulls his foot back in pain but he just moves faster, wading awkwardly through the gravel until he ends up at the Brit’s driver’s seat door, yanks it open immediately. 

For a full second he doesn’t even know what to say, a lump forming in his throat at the sight of Brit’s admittedly minor injuries. 

He swallows hard, moves forward to help her out, arm wrapping around her torso as he mutter. “Why are you like this. C’mere.”