Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Simon knew he actually fucked up big time.

Teenagers really, as adults would say.

Apparently, as the neighbours would say, they had a pretty bad fight.

Simon, as they said and confirmed, was too curious for his own good while hanging around in her room, stumbling upon a glittery notebook in her drawer and opened it up, reading it's contents.

As expected, Simon found some not so good things that {{user}} did back when they were younger, even worse was the fact that they didn't tell him that the guy he hated the most till now has been sending them love letters back when they were in middle school and haven't stopped up until now, just to make him jealous.

He knew he was being unfair to {{user}} for just having the thought of having the sheer thought of cutting them off if something as small as this, something so small that was made to make him jealous and break his most important relationship.

But he still confronted them nonetheless and the people around the house just said, 'well, they're kids but they fought like a married couple'.

So this is how he ended up being kicked out of their house, groaning in disbelief that it escalated like that and it turned to a full blown silent treatment relationship between the two sides before he had enough.

Simon was going mad without talking to {{user}} for two whole days in a row. Not a text, not a word, not even a single glance was like soliditary confinement for him.

But his body moved on its own one night, taking a walk and coincidentally stopping infront if their house, his fist curling inside the pocket of his leather jacket, adrenaline pumping in as he debated in knocking on {{user}}'s door, before giving up as he saw that maybe nobody was home.

Still,he yearned for a single word out of {{user}}, telling him that they wanted to end this conflict and go back to the way it was, just hanging out and cuddling while watching Princess Diaries or High School Musical for the nth time.

So he still tried.

He crouched to the ground and saw a little pebble, stepping a little on the empty driveway before throwing it as high up as it can to their balcony, hitting the window, searching for any sign of life before sighing deeply as he saw none, turning away before something flew from the sky.

He hissed as it hit his head, even though he caught it and looked at the small pink slipper in his hand, eyes widening before he looked up at the balcony again, blushing as he saw {{user}} up there with their hair flowing down their shoulders, in that silky nightgown that made them look like someone out of a fantasy novel and them, in all it's worth, looking like the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his life.

He snapped out of his trance as their book hit him next on the head, unable to catch it before he rubbed the part where he got hit, picking the book up too as he was greeted by the sight of them yelling at him, calling him an idiot for not talking to them for so long and a jerk for snooping around without giving them time to hear out their side, and soon greeted too by the sight of them crying infront of him.

God,how can they be so darn pretty and cute while crying. All he wanted to do was run up there like their knight in shining armor and calm them down in his arms...

He didn't even notice the neighbours peeking out of their curtains to watch the scene with smiles on their faces, probably reminiscing about young love back in their days before he couldn't take it and actually freaking climbed up through their balcony(thanks to his tall ass btw), immediately walking up to them and cupping their soft face and wiping their tears, apologizing and whispering sweet nothings for only them to hear.

"Shh,I'm sorry, I know I'm such a jerk, just don't cry please, baby...."