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Simon was really drunk - he knows that much. He’s also pretty sure that Cute Bram Greenfield has been flirting with him all night and he might very possibly be Blue.
Those are literally the only two things on his mind at the moment. Like he’s pretty sure his brain isn’t capable of any other thoughts. And okay - listen, apparently Simon is one of those people who talks to themselves in the mirror when drunk. Simon can’t say he’s all that surprised to be honest.
So you can’t really blame him that he thought it was a good idea to go spilling his heart out to the mirror. Everything seems like a good idea when you’re drunk. And thinking back on it now, it’s not like Simon was being quiet in any way whatsoever, so it’s not really a surprise that potentially someone could've heard him if they were standing outside the door.
With one last statement to the mirror, “Why did I pick Jacques?” he turned himself around on his shaky feet and carried his drunk-heavy body out the bathroom door.
As he opened the door his body seemed to freeze in shock because there standing in the doorway with wide eyes was Cute Bram. At this moment, Simon still has hope that maybe - by some chance that Bram did not just hear him. But honestly Brams wide brown eyes kinda made the possibility seem unlikely.
“Jacques?”
Simon truly didn’t know what the hell he was supposed to do. His drunk-hazy mind made everything ten times harder to process. Was this really happening right now? Is soccer star, Bram Greenfield actually Blue? Is this actually real life or is this all a dream. It would explain why the floor seems to be spinning.
Simon then realizes that he still hasn’t responded to Bram when Brams tilts his head a little to the side a little and says again, “Simon? Are you- Is what you said- I mean….”
And this is when Simon remembers how fucking adorable Bram is. He’s usually so grammatical. He always chooses his words carefully. And honestly, seeing how nervous Bram is calms Simon down because he can’t be the only one feeling like this is the most pivotal moment in his life.
With his sudden bravery, Simon looks Bram (Blue?) in the eye and says, “It’s you. It really is you, isn’t it.” And it’s not really a question but Bram’s smile answers it anyways.
Simon smiles back at him and in that moment he doesn’t think he’s ever felt so free.
“Where you really just talking to yourself in the mirror?” And suddenly Simon remembers how this whole situation started and his face starts to burn. Simon hopes he never sees the day when Bram stops teasing him.
“Bram, I’m really drunk for the first time right now. You can’t use anything I say tonight against me-” Simons shuffles his feet against the floor, face still hot from embarrassment. And right when Simon goes to lean his arm against the wall a random Junior tries to slips past them to use the bathroom and they end up bumping against each other. And now Bram is laughing hysterically while Simon tries to right himself and will the floor to stop spinning so he doesn’t fall flat on his face.
Amidst Brams giggles he tells Simon to follow him so they won’t bump into any more people. And he grabs Simons hand and leads the way because everyone seems to have more courage when drunk off their asses. All good decisions seem to go flying out the window - not that going somewhere private with Bram is necessarily a bad decision but who fucking knows anymore. The world isn’t making any sense.
Eventually Bram stops in front of a door and opens it up and pulls Simon into the room. And at his point Simon’s stomach is doing all kinda weird stuff and he’s honestly not sure if it’s the alcohol or the nerves from being with Bram...alone. Come to think of it, it’s probably a mix of both and jesus christ why can’t he fucking focus.
His eyes refocus on the area around him and takes in Brams clean room. It’s nice with light blue walls and a grey bedspread. It’s warm and welcoming and Brams small little smile is making him feel all light and on top of the world.
“So” and Bram drags out the “o” like he doesn't really know what to say after, “this is my room”
“It’s nice - I mean - um” Simon didn’t really know what to say anymore. All coherent sentences have vanished from his brain and the alcohol isn’t helping either. Bram seemed enamored though so he must be doing something right. He wondered if Bram was as drunk as him and his dumbass thought it would be a good idea to blurt that out, “ Are you as drunk as I am right now?”
“Come er’ Simon,” Simon moved closer to Bram and Bram reached out again and grabbed both of Simons hands. “ I know we’re both a bit wasted right now but I don’t think I’ve ever felt so level headed and sure about my feelings for you.” Bram held eye-contact with Simon and when Simon didn’t respond immediately Bram seemed to deflate a little, “Are you disappointed it’s me?”
This knocked Simon off his feet for a second - not really, though he’s probably bound to fall on his ass at some point tonight. How could Bram ever think Simon was disappointed. If anything, Bram should be dissapointed that Simon turned out to be Jacques.
“Wha- Of course not. You are literally a dream come true. I was hoping it would be you.”
And it could’ve been the alcohol doing the work for him but Simon felt the overwhelming want to kiss Brams cute face. And so he stepped closer and let go of Brams left hand and brought his right up to Brams soft face. Simon slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth on Brams cheekbone and tilted his head in question.
“I really want to kiss you right now” and his heart started beating faster when Bram responded.
“So kiss me”
And so he did.
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Abby walked up to Leah and expressed her concern, “Where the hell did Simon go? I haven't seen him in like an hour”
Nick seemed to awake from the dead on the couch and poked his head out from the top of the couch. “I don’t know, I think Simon said he was going to the bathroom and Bram followed after him like a minute later.”
“Weird.”