Unlikely Place of Comfort
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,595
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
2
Ch.2: Homework Can Be Entertaining
At the end of school I went straight to my locker in hopes of leaving before Simon could find me, but fate just wasn’t on my side. As I closed my locker I saw Simon on the other side, hands on his knees and panting like he had just run a race. “Elenore, wait…”
I glared at him, “Don’t use my first name.”
He stood up straight and smiled, “Sorry, I forgot.” (Yeah, after 10 years he forgot.)
I crossed my arms and stared at him, “Well, what did you want?”
“Oh, right!” He declared as if the bulb in his head finally clicked back on. “I need a partner for the class project.”
I lifted my brow, “What are you talking about, everyone ‘loves’ you!? How can you NOT have a partner?”
He scratched the back of his head nervously. “Well, you didn’t have a partner so I offered to partner up with you. That’s okay right?”
“Yeah, you are better than any of those other Zero’s.” I said as I walked out of the school, Simon following me. “Where do you want to me at?”
“I was hoping we could meet at your place.”
I eyed Simon carefully as we walked down our block. “Why my place, you know I live alone?”
He stared at his feet as we continued down the sidewalk, “ I just need to get away from my parents for awhile.”
“I don’t know…” I stopped walking and turned to Simon as he grabbed my arm to get my attention.
“Please, I’m begging you!” Simon’s lip quivered and his blue eyes became all together adorable like a puppy. (If it wasn’t Simon I might have thrown up at the cuteness.)
I smiled, “Begging huh? Alright we will go to my place.”
* * *
“So what did your parents do?” I asked as we sat at the kitchen table, with our project papers decorating the top of it.
“They constantly watch over me like I’m made of glass, it is kind of creepy.”
I nodded, “Seems like a reasonable excuse.” I laughed in wondering what his parents would do if they found out that I was alone with Simon?
“What’s so funny?” Simon asked with a grin.
I leaned forward in my chair, “Oh, nothing really. It’s just, the thought of torturing you brings me joy.”
Simon paled and his smile instantly disappeared, “R-really?”
I grinned at his nervous response. “No, Simon. Unlike you, I can lie.”
And that was when I noticed it: As the silence increased and Simon went to work, I noticed how tidy and neat his work space was. Papers staked, pens placed neatly, folders coordinated by color.
It was disgusting.
Immediately I stood up from my chair making it fall with a loud clatter onto the floor, and crawled on the table before attacking the pile: I through folders onto the floor, flying papers went everywhere, and boy did I feel ten times better.
I sighed with relief and sat on the table with my legs hanging off the edge. When my eyes landed back on Simon I couldn’t help but smirk.
He stared at me, mouth a gape, his blue eyes wide with shock and slight fear, the pencil in his hand was held in the air ready to write on a paper that was no longer in front of him. “Wha-“
“What?” I asked as if my behavior were normal, which it was.
“Why did you do that?” Simon asked bewildered.
“It’s the same reason why I mess up your hair on Sunday’s, it was too neat.”
Simon sighed and ran his hand through his blond curls making me smile as it messed up his ‘perfect’ hair. “This project is due this coming Monday and I want it finished…”
“Before then, I know and it will be.” He stared at me for awhile before I asked, “Are you going to clean it up?” I pointed to the mess on the floor.
Simon grinned, “Yeah as long as you don’t throw another fit.”
I grinned as well, “I won’t throw a fit as long as you’re not so neat and tidy.”
I sat and quietly watched as he crawled on the floor, picking up papers and folders. “You missed one.” I said as he put a stack on the table. I pointed under his chair and he gave me another one of his grins.
“Thanks, I would have missed it otherwise.” He went back down on his knees and reached under the chair to get the paper. I enjoyed the sight while it lasted.
Simon got back up and put the last paper on the table triumphantly. “There! Can we get back to work now?” He asked kindly.
I nodded, “Sure.”
At the end of school I went straight to my locker in hopes of leaving before Simon could find me, but fate just wasn’t on my side. As I closed my locker I saw Simon on the other side, hands on his knees and panting like he had just run a race. “Elenore, wait…”
I glared at him, “Don’t use my first name.”
He stood up straight and smiled, “Sorry, I forgot.” (Yeah, after 10 years he forgot.)
I crossed my arms and stared at him, “Well, what did you want?”
“Oh, right!” He declared as if the bulb in his head finally clicked back on. “I need a partner for the class project.”
I lifted my brow, “What are you talking about, everyone ‘loves’ you!? How can you NOT have a partner?”
He scratched the back of his head nervously. “Well, you didn’t have a partner so I offered to partner up with you. That’s okay right?”
“Yeah, you are better than any of those other Zero’s.” I said as I walked out of the school, Simon following me. “Where do you want to me at?”
“I was hoping we could meet at your place.”
I eyed Simon carefully as we walked down our block. “Why my place, you know I live alone?”
He stared at his feet as we continued down the sidewalk, “ I just need to get away from my parents for awhile.”
“I don’t know…” I stopped walking and turned to Simon as he grabbed my arm to get my attention.
“Please, I’m begging you!” Simon’s lip quivered and his blue eyes became all together adorable like a puppy. (If it wasn’t Simon I might have thrown up at the cuteness.)
I smiled, “Begging huh? Alright we will go to my place.”
* * *
“So what did your parents do?” I asked as we sat at the kitchen table, with our project papers decorating the top of it.
“They constantly watch over me like I’m made of glass, it is kind of creepy.”
I nodded, “Seems like a reasonable excuse.” I laughed in wondering what his parents would do if they found out that I was alone with Simon?
“What’s so funny?” Simon asked with a grin.
I leaned forward in my chair, “Oh, nothing really. It’s just, the thought of torturing you brings me joy.”
Simon paled and his smile instantly disappeared, “R-really?”
I grinned at his nervous response. “No, Simon. Unlike you, I can lie.”
And that was when I noticed it: As the silence increased and Simon went to work, I noticed how tidy and neat his work space was. Papers staked, pens placed neatly, folders coordinated by color.
It was disgusting.
Immediately I stood up from my chair making it fall with a loud clatter onto the floor, and crawled on the table before attacking the pile: I through folders onto the floor, flying papers went everywhere, and boy did I feel ten times better.
I sighed with relief and sat on the table with my legs hanging off the edge. When my eyes landed back on Simon I couldn’t help but smirk.
He stared at me, mouth a gape, his blue eyes wide with shock and slight fear, the pencil in his hand was held in the air ready to write on a paper that was no longer in front of him. “Wha-“
“What?” I asked as if my behavior were normal, which it was.
“Why did you do that?” Simon asked bewildered.
“It’s the same reason why I mess up your hair on Sunday’s, it was too neat.”
Simon sighed and ran his hand through his blond curls making me smile as it messed up his ‘perfect’ hair. “This project is due this coming Monday and I want it finished…”
“Before then, I know and it will be.” He stared at me for awhile before I asked, “Are you going to clean it up?” I pointed to the mess on the floor.
Simon grinned, “Yeah as long as you don’t throw another fit.”
I grinned as well, “I won’t throw a fit as long as you’re not so neat and tidy.”
I sat and quietly watched as he crawled on the floor, picking up papers and folders. “You missed one.” I said as he put a stack on the table. I pointed under his chair and he gave me another one of his grins.
“Thanks, I would have missed it otherwise.” He went back down on his knees and reached under the chair to get the paper. I enjoyed the sight while it lasted.
Simon got back up and put the last paper on the table triumphantly. “There! Can we get back to work now?” He asked kindly.
I nodded, “Sure.”