The last thing I wrote?
Thanks @centaurianwisdom for tagging me! The latest thing I wrote is for my current fic that I'm trying to wrap up this week! So instead, here's a drabble-like thing I wrote for this post I made a while back.
Imagine this: before S2, over the break, someone posts online that he's the one in the video with Simon.
INTRODUCING WILLIAM FALK It’s a week until the next semester. Simon rotates between shoveling snow for houses and apartments and dog walking with Sara. It’s a treat watching huskies bound around happily in mounds of snow. Although it’s impossible to try to stop them from shaking snow off their pelts and showering Simon’s poor overcoat and jacket with melting flakes. The good thing about Bjärstad is that he can always find decent-paying jobs. He likes the pocket cash. He has plans to treat Ayub and Rosh, the only ones who keep him sane when the world shows up with nasty remarks. Just the other day, Rosh gave the stink-eye to a pair of girls giggling about Simon in a diner. The downside of Bjärstad is that everyone knows him. They know his face was visible in the video. He’s never going to escape it. But when Ayub makes a smart remark against anyone trying to belittle him, when Rosh makes a sudden move to scare the bullies away, when Sara invites him on her dog walking with no hesitation, and when Mama squeezes him tighter than ever for their daily hugs, Simon knows he can make it another day. “Nice ride,” Sara comments. She breaks him out of his thoughts. Simon follows her gaze toward a gleaming Caresto parked across the street from their house. Simon makes a face. It looks okay. But it’s odd orange stripes make it seem like something that tried and failed to be a racing car. Still, by the look on Sara’s face, Simon figures it’s a glamorous model. The passenger door opens, and a boy steps out. He’s tall, eyes directed at Simon and Sara like he’s been waiting for them. His tan overcoat is thick, and his smart pants and clean dress shoes make him look like he’s stepped out of an office. Simon notices a woman sitting in the driver’s seat. She stays there as he closes the door. “Simon!” he calls from across the road. Simon pauses. Sara slows down as well. The boy jogs toward them. “Who’s that?” Sara asks. “I don’t know,” Simon mutters. His face looks vaguely familiar, though. “He knows you,” Sara points out. Simon bites his tongue to stop himself from saying, Everyone knows me now. The boy approaches them, looking serious. He sticks his hand out. “William Falk. Sprucewood first-year resident. I’m part of the rowing team.” Simon raises his eyebrows. Ah, so that’s where Simon recognizes him from. He shakes William’s hand belatedly. William offers Sara a handshake as well. She obliges, puzzled. “I thought Forest Ridge and Sprucewood are mortal enemies,” she says mildly. “We are!” William grins. Simon doesn’t smile. “What do you want?” William breathes out in a gush. His exhale turns white in the chill. “I would like to offer you a deal, Simon,” William says. “My sister’s a lawyer.” He says this as he nods back to his car. Presumably, the driver is his sister. “Okay,” Simon says. “She has grand plans to sue Hillerska.” “Oh… kay?” “And we think the video of you and the prince is the last straw on that hump of a place,” William says with a smirk. Simon stares. “I don’t--” “It’s the prince, obviously,” William says. “Everyone in school knows. Everyone in our circle knows. Hillerska’s been letting things like this slide for years now. My sister--she’s a Stockholm attorney--she just made partner at her firm; she wants to expose the truth. And I’d like to help her.” Simon doesn’t know what this is, but it does not sound safe. He shakes his head and steps back, pulling Sara with him. “We’re not doing interviews.” “Simon--” “I’m not talking about this with reporters or people like you--” “I’ll pay you a hundred grand!” Simon and Sara stop. “One hundred thousand kroner,” William repeats. “And it won’t be like a sit-down interview or anything. We’ll just have a short little reel or a story that I can post online. When that goes viral, my sister swoops in and represents us in court against the school’s security.” Simon frowns at him. “No interview. No reel. I don’t know what your game is--” “That’s the best part!” William announces, beaming. “We tell everyone I was the guy!”
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