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friday, 7.04pm. //
“fuck,” simon yelps as he drops the bag of ice on his left foot. the buzzer for his flat is ringing non stop.
“coming!!” he shouts out of the open window, hobbling on one foot and attempting to fit his arm into his jean jacket, his curly blonde hair is bouncing on his head as he runs down the stairs to open the door.
penny and agatha are outside waving a bottle of absolut vodka about and he rolls his eyes, pushing the door open and standing outside in his socks to give them hugs.
“welcome bitches,” simon says with a smile and penny pushes past him, and walks towards the 3 flights of stairs to his flat.
“we’re so fucking late and i really need to pee” is all she dramatically deadpans before charging up them.
agatha is more hesitant and picks up the grocery bags penny has conveniently forgotten about and left on the step outside.
“hey,” she says. they broke up over 4 months ago but she still tiptoes around him sometimes, he doesn’t understand it but simon guesses that this is her way of coping with supposedly breaking his heart. he realised he never really loved her romantically a week after they split but never really had the heart to tell her. he takes one of the asda bags out of her hands and they walk up the stairs in silence, pennys forgotten to leave the door propped open. he searches in his pocket for the keys.
“fuck, i’ve forgotten my keys inside” simon says exasperated and agatha cracks out a half smile.
"classic simon snow, this is what? the fourth time that this has happened with me being here" and she's laughing.
he punches her shoulder lightly with his free hand, rolling his eyes again. "come onn, pennys too busy pissing herself to let us in, what are we going to do? wait, like plebeians?" and now its agathas turn to roll her eyes.
in lightning speed she pulls out a set of keys from her jacket. she’s wearing this pale pink corduroy skirt with ballet flats and a cream lace top, her hair as wavy as can be. her skirt matches her cheeks.
“thanks,” simon says, taking the keys out of her hand and opening the door. she hangs up her jacket and takes off her purse. simon places the asda bag in the kitchen, taking off his own jacket, throwing it on the chair.
she follows him into the kitchen and starts taking out glasses from the cupboard. they can now hear penny sorting out a playlist in the living room, skipping songs and singing loudly off key. he smiles at agatha graciously and starts emptying the asda bags, placing the copious amounts of alcohol and snacks for the party onto the counter, emptying food into bowls. they work in silence and it’s eerily domestic until they're done. then simon remembers to return the keys to her, placing the set in agatha's empty hand. she stares down at them for a second and there’s a pause.
“uhm i’ve been meaning to give that back to you anyways” agatha says in an even tone.
“oh, okay” and right then, simon remembers of fucking course yeah, they’re proper broken up. she senses his loss for words and smiles kindly.
“yeah it’s not like i’d be needing them now anyways, no big deal!” he can see she’s really trying but agathas drawing a circle on the ground with her foot, dragging her toes. he can tell she’s uncomfortable and he doesn’t know how to fix any of it. fuck.
“well you can keep them if you’d like! penny has a set, you never know!” he says enthusiastically and isn’t that a sore spot, simon knows he’s said the wrong thing. he can see the simmering pot of resentment in agatha's eyes. anytime the circumstances or anything relating to their previous relationship problems comes up she closes off.
“does she? i had no idea” and now that’s definitely a sore spot.
there’s a brief silence and then agatha slowly places the keys on the counter, they make a clanging noise. simon cringes.
she takes a breath and her eyebrows furrow, he can see her thinking as she says “i think i’ll really not be needing them, you can give them to your next girlfriend of course, courtesy of me!” and she sends him a fake smile, gives him no time to reply, and grabs a bottle of rosé and a glass on her way out.
he realises he never did end up telling her that he's bisexual, and that this future girlfriend could also be a boyfriend or just a partner and significant other.
talk about awkward and no ones even shown up yet. simon takes a shot of tequila. this is gonna be a long night.