a young king ;;

confirmed simon was definitely valedictorian

look i love this hc, it works so well :’) 

Riley hummed, slightly leaning back as if her body subconsciously told her to be wary.  It could be purely COINCIDENCE as there’s probably a lot of people named as such, but she knew one person, and from a distance anyone could tell that he’s taken the crown as connard among connards.  She would’ve scolded Simon, but it was not her place to do so.  Besides, manipulative people have a knack for making you think you could trust them. “N-Nick… R-Rojas??”

     she flinches a bit too NOTICABLY at his nudge, before giving him a small ;; not all that reassuring smile. “ actually … a sand castle sounds REALLY nice right now. — i’ll have you know, that i’m HORRIBLE at making sand castles. so i can’t help all that much. ”

     He had noticed the flinch, but instead of asking, he just made a mental note not to do that again. “Oh, I’m not too great at it either,” Simon laughed, “so I guess we’ll just have a sand lump instead of a sand castle? But it’ll be fun either way.”

    Nick snickers, but doesn’t offer much more than a roll of his eyes in response. “i’m not! what, you want me to prove it?” it isn’t exactly a lie when he’s not chronically suicidal, but there are those nights he wakes up in a cold sweat and wishing for the sweet release of death. just, Simon doesn’t need to know that. “hmm…” he trails off, as if considering the idea of not slinging him around like a ragdoll for once. “i’ll think about it.” it’s not a promise, but it’s not the instant denial that usually ends up as his answer. “let’s check the place out first, and then we’ll see about being fair or not.” he nudges Simon, offering a wink before he starts off for the jetty.

     “How can you prove that you’re not suicidal?” Simon asked, looking at him like he was crazy. Which, funnily enough, he was to a point. “I mean like-- you can say it all you want, but I don’t know how that’s something you can prove.” He shrugged his shoulders before following Nick to the jetty. He knows things probably won’t go too well, but considering they had a whole week at the beach and they were stuck in the same cottage, Simon was hoping that things would have a slow roll. “Thanks? You’re so kind.”

Andi was thankful Simon came along. “Oh yes please… I am so thirsty.” He reached out to take the juice. “How is your vacation going so far? How’s the water?”

     Simon smiled brightly and handed him the juice box, “now, I also grabbed some dried mango cause it was really yummy, and strawberries, so if you want something to munch on just tell me. And vacation is going rather nicely actually? I’m feeling really nice, mostly, and I haven’t gotten in the water much but I’ve stood at the edge and let the waves run over my legs which has been nice. How about yours? Have you been doing alright?”

    “aw, babe. it’s so hot that you’re into death like that,” he teases, flashing a crooked grin. he treats everything like a joke, and his endless banter ( mind games ) are no exception. “i thought we’d already established that you’re suicidal and i’m not. if i really wanted to die, i’d have offed myself by now.” and he’d definitely take Simon with him. “Simon, as much as i’d love to humor you, it’s just not realistic to commit suicide at the beach. so… how about we go check out the jetty instead? i’m sure there’s tons of ways to bruise you up out there.”

     “It’s so hot when you shut up,” Simon nudged him with a laugh before shrugging at his offer. “Yeah, sure. You’re definitely not suicidal.” It wasn’t that Simon was projecting, it was more that he knew how Nick’s mind worked and he knew that he had the death thoughts sometimes. It was inevitable, especially after what they had been through. “You have a point...” He murmured quietly, “alright, we can do that. But maybe we not bruise me up because I want to relax for just a day before you start to screw with me here. Or is that unfair to you?”

    “Simon, sharks don’t even eat people. that’d be the biggest waste of time in my life. if i really wanted to die, i’d just slit my throat with a sharp rock, or some shit.” he shakes his head, sighing at the audacity he has to assume he’d commit like that. “besides, brooklyn made me homicidal, not suicidal. god, i thought you’d remember the difference by now.”

     “Yeah, that works too. Anything to get rid of you,” Simon smiled sweetly at him, even though the situation was anything but sweet. “Brooklyn did a lot, Nick. Homicidal, suicidal, it’s whatever you want it to be if you think about it long and hard enough. Besides, I can’t swim so this is the most enjoyment I get when it comes to ocean activities. C’mon, just give me this?”

Being back at Plath, Sawyer’s main goal was to reconnect with Simon. That was her whole reason for coming back anyways, so it made sense that it would be her biggest goal. The only problem was that in the month that she had been back, she had barely seen him. Between Nick taking all his time, and her really reconnecting with Sarah, and her actual effort to do this ‘school’ thing, time had not been her friend. Every time she made plans to go see Simon, they somehow got interrupted. This beach trip was going to be really good though, because Sawyer was determined to really get some alone time with her best friend. 

After practically bathing any open skin, not that she had much, in suntan lotion she made her way out of the cottage and towards Simon and Nicks. Sawyer only hoped that she didn’t have a nasty run in with the male that she had come to despise. If she ran into Nick, who knew if she’d actually get any time with Simon today. So as she reached the cottage she knocked loudly and just swayed back and forth on her feet, hoping that she could quickly convince Simon to leave with her once the door was opened. 

@simonsreign

     Simon hadn’t seen Sawyer since before graduation, briefly at the airport before the plane and he just wanted to see his best friend. But before that, he had to figure out how to approach the whole ‘beach’ thing. He had swim shorts, that wasn’t his problems. It was more that Simon didn’t know how to swim, nor did he want the entire student body and faculty of Plath Academy to see the assortment of ugly scars that streaked his skin. He heard a knock on the door that pulled him to reality, “uh-- just a moment!” He pulled on a shirt over his head and answered the door, relieved and so happy to see Sawyer. “Hey! Hey, you uh-- let’s go to the beach? Please?”

It might have been a beach but he was still dressed from head to toe. Sitting down in the sand, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. “It’s already way too hot out here.”

     Simon saw as Andi sat next to him and he smiled brightly, “hey, Andi. You want a juice? I grabbed a couple from the buffet with some fruit and stuff. Nice snacks that’ll keep you cool as well.” 

            “ FUNNIEST THING ;; i can’t even swim. ” she’s FIDGETING with her strings that linger on the side of her pink neon suit. please don’t look at me. please don’t. 

     “Hey, same. I can’t swim either,” Simon laughed awkwardly and nudged her gently. He wore a t-shirt and swim trunks, no need to flaunt all the scars that ran along his body. “Do you want to build a sand castle instead?”

Who suggests sneaking out past curfew hours?

BOTH. It depends on the night, the mood, the situation, the vibes in the room. Sometimes Simon offers, because he can tell Sid is tense, and their cramped room is too much to deal with, even though neither of them have a grand total of roughly thirty-one (31) possessions between the two of them. 

Who gets excited about being nominated for the royal court at dances?

NEITHER. They both know it’ll never follow through, it’s mostly just a joke and a popularity contest. And why do the most lonely loner orphans get nominated for the garbage Plath Royal Court except for it to just be a  j o k e  at the end of it all? Just some humiliating prank to make them look at their sad lives and contemplate death even more.

Who gets accused of being the Creeper and who punches the accusers in the face?

SIMON gets  a c c u s e d  because SID is g o n e.You can’t punch accusers in the face if you’re not around to hear the accusations. 

Who panics and runs to check on the other the second Shit Goes Down?

BOTH. But it’s never a run, because that means their caring is too obvious. It’s a slow, almost careless wander over to the other. Just as a quick but still meaningful, “hey, just checking in, want to make sure you haven’t died yet or anything.”

Who talks the other into parenting a dorm pet together?

SIMON. He convinced Sid to let them get a beta fish. Sid pretends he’s not into it but it’s a sweet beta fish and he makes a point to feed it when Simon’s not there to do so.

Who writes about the other for their poetry assignment in English class?

SIMON. He writes about Sid because he cares, and it’s his only way that he can show he cares. 

Who goes all out for the school event festivities and who gets dragged along?

NEITHER. Both of them are extremely uninterested in school festivities. But they both always show up anyway. Out of social obligation or curiosity as to what ridiculous incident will occur next, no one knows.

Who does all of the work on their group projects?

SIMON. He doesn’t mind really, the work is good for him, it’s mind numbing. 

                       [text]: hey max? can you tell sid i left him some                        coffee and an outline for the government project                        he could use if he needs some help

And he’s not sure if Sid even does his individual homework assignments. If Simon can help Sid’s grade in anyway he can, he’s going to do it.

Who complains to the other about Mr. Kane’s handwriting?

SID. It’s messy, it’s terrible to read, it looks like chicken scratch. Simon always attempts to decipher what he writes on tests and essays but it never works out. 

Who goes to the other’s house for the holidays?

NEITHER. Holidays don’t exist for Sid & Simon [happy orphan’s thanksgiving]. And orphaned ghost boys have to stick together. They’ve got no where to go, no one to love them, no sense of home, except...                              Maybe just a little bit with each other.

Who’s willing to sleep with a teacher to bring up the other’s grades?

NEITHER. Sleeping with a teacher wouldn’t happen, but that isn’t to say Simon wouldn’t do other less than morally upright things to bring Sid’s grades up if he had too.

Who is more scared for the other’s safety?

BOTH? Both worry about the others safety, Simon is especially concerned considering Sid Wurm just fucking dropped off the face of the planet. No note, no call, car gone, he could be seen, what would people say.

Who gets way too heated in Mr. Michael’s class debates and who calms them down or cheers them on?

SIMON. Simon’s got a lot of thoughts and opinions and even through most depressive episodes, he’s more than willing to argue how he’s right. But Sid doesn’t calm him down, he just flashes Simon quick smirks and winks that do nothing but encourage him.

Who hates the other’s roommate?

NEITHER. They’re both bitter, they’re both sad, they’re both angry. They’re disgruntled, they make sarcastic comments [a lonely loner, with no friends to sit down next to you and offer you graham crackers and cold Dunkin hot chocolate]. They both say things out of spite, but they still care.                      In a really weird, really orphan way, they do care.

Who’s the bigger gossiper?

SID. Though, it’s not gossip so much as casually, brief, unrevealing comments about Max Bronte. 

Who initiates the drunken heart-to-hearts?

SIMON. He’s always in the mood to bond when he’s drunk, or maybe it’s just that intoxication lowers his guard by 1000%. 

Who sends in confessions to PlathGossip about how cute their partner is?

NEITHER. They don’t need attention or validation from the gossip blog. They just kind of... Exist with each other when they can.

Who wants to investigate the scary fuckery on campus and who wants them to stay out of it for their own safety?

SID. And we can blame Max Bronte for that? Since she convinces him to take part in her exhausting excursions

Who talks the other into skipping class to get high in the parking lot?

SID. It’s rare. It almost never happens. But when it does, it’s always when both of them need it the most.

Who spams the other’s phone with stupid memes?

BOTH. At 4AM when neither can sleep and they’re across the room from one and other. Sid didn’t get a phone until later in their weird, roommate dynamic though, so until then, Simon just compiled ones to show Sid whenever he was available and willing to deal with ridiculous memes.

Who suggests sleeping in the same bed first?

SIMON. It’s not that he suggests sleeping in the same bed, so much that he notices that Sid is having a restless sleep and climbs onto his bed carefully to make sure he’s nearby in case something worse starts to happen. In case Sid wakes up crying or in a panic attack.

Just in cause.

Who lets the other cheat off of their test?

SIMON. He’s a Straight-A student that has no care for himself even on his best days and every care in the world for his friends. He sits near Sid and makes sure his test is visible enough for the other boy. 

@sidwurm​

“So, you’re skint?” Luci raised a brow, puzzled at the concept of money problems.

     It took Simon a moment to recognize the word, considering it wasn’t one normally used in American slang. “Uh-- yeah. I’m kind of a product of foster care so I’ve never really had a family or money. I mean-- some money, for basic needs but like... Yeah. Never enough for much.”

“Oh… n-no…?” She responded with uncertainty, taking in every single one of the boy’s movements.  Obviously, that wasn’t the whole story, as clearly all of them had done something to get stuck in that hellhole.  Simon was being defensive about something, and Riley doesn’t want him to feel as she’s FORCING him to tell her, but she ought to know. “What… w-what h-happened?”