hatred | miniminter

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"you okay?" i coo, gazing at simon wake up beside me, he simply groans, bring a hand to his head, "i'll take that as a no." i chuckle to myself, watching him stretch his arms out, eager for me to fall into his embrace. i roll my body onto my side and he shuffles slightly, our backs pressed together whilst he wraps an arm around my waist.

"i feel like shit." he whines into my neck.

"not surprised." i sigh, scrolling through my phone whilst simon hides his face into my neck beside me.

"i want to watch all three high school musical movies today." he slowly lifts his head up and i turn my head slightly.

"are you still drunk?" i question, a smirk forming on my lips.

"no." he replies sternly, "i just like them."

"yeah, sure," i giggle, "i've not watched them in a while."

"good." he throws his head back down into the pillows, resting a limp arm against my body, light snores instantly falling from his lips. i let out a soft sigh, continuing to scroll through my phone, until i receive a message.

from josh
how's simon?

to josh
hungover aha, threw up in the street last night so i brought him to his

from josh
at least you got him home :) he really likes you, you know?

to josh
he tells me everyday aha
joking btw don't tell him i said that

from josh
seriously, never seen him be like this about a girl before, it's mad
it's nice though

i read the message before me a few times over before placing my phone down. i begin to stroke simon's arm which remains on my waist, snuggling my head into the pillow, unable to get josh's message out of my mind. it makes me glad to know that simon and i definitely feel the same about one another, that he isn't just full of lies or sugar coating everything. my heart skips a beat at the thought of now that everyone knows, he just sits and talks about me, in hopefully every positive way possible - unlike how it used to be.

simon and i both wake up at around 1pm and i can tell he feels fragile as he shakily reaches for the glass of water beside him. "i think i might order a mcdonald's," i stretch my body out, "do you want anything? you should try eat." i sigh, gazing up at him.

"m'kay," he nods slowly, "i'll try." he huffs, both of us ordering food.

i get the food, laying back in bed beside simon as he refuses to move. he rests his head against the headboard, turning on the tv in front of us and instantly switching on high school musical, "watching all three high school musical movies is basically classed as a date, right?" i turn to look at him.

"oh yeah, definitely," he nods confidently, "i guess this is another date then." he smirks, taking a sip of his drink. i giggle, knowing that we're stepping closer to making things official which sparks nerves and excitement within me at the same time.

i finish my food, simon only finishing half of his, explaining how he still feels rough after last nights antics. i cuddle into him, both of us shamelessly singing along to all the songs, which already lifts up his spirits when he realises i know all the lyrics just like he does. "i hate the fact we could've been doing this sooner." i giggle to myself.

"me too, i'm very sorry for hating you when we could've been watching high school musical together months ago." he smirks, turning his attention back to the movie.

"good," i nudge him, "you better be sorry."

"listen, eden," he prods my cheek, "how was i meant to know that you'd watch high school musical with me? or listen to rock music in the car with me? or how was i meant to know we'd have amazing sex?"

"well," i smirk at him, "you were just too scared to talk to me. and besides, i don't know what you're on about because i'm a virgin." i shrug my shoulders.

"shit, yeah." he face palms, "the sex is just in my dreams because i'm a virgin too." he nods confidently.

i don't think i've ever had such amazing chemistry with someone before. the similar humour, the stubbornness, the music tastes that are so alike, it's refreshing to find someone i can listen to it with and the fact we take care of one another even we're not officially a couple yet. maybe hating each other has brought us together in a different sort of way, his annoying laugh and arrogance actually beginning to mean something to me and something about his confidence on holiday was a complete turn on for me which has led us to where we are now.

"wait, i have something to show you." he laughs, grabbing his phone and going to youtube, pausing the movie in front of us.

"what?" i watch him with a confused expression.

"hang on," i wait for a moment, "here." he hands me his phone, a youtube video titled 'dear simon's future girlfriend...'

"fuck off." i turn to look at him.

"watch it." i sigh, pressing play, cringing at the 30 second video in front of me. i try not to throw up like simon last night, turning to look at him with a disgusted face.

"i actually hate you." i laugh, handing his phone back.

"you have to do all those things for me, like wipe my tears when i'm down."

"i'm not your future girlfriend." i smirk, shaking my head at him.

i curl my body back into his, wrapping an arm around his torsos as i turn to face the tv at the end of the bed, our bodies pressed closely against one another, simply enjoying life. even if simon has a raging hangover. "i know i've said this is a date," he mumbles, still focused on the tv, "but can we go on another actual one like next week or something, when we're both free."

"yeah, of course." i mumble, listening to the sound of his racing heartbeat drum through my ear.

"okay, good." he lets out a sigh of relief, "what do you wanna do though?"

"i'm just happy with food and drinks again," i shrug my shoulders beneath his embrace, "honestly, i'm not fussy." i hum, quickly throwing my body up as 'breaking free' comes onto the tv.

"i would fully go for it right now if i wasn't feeling so shit." he sighs.

"guess i'm both troy and gabriella for today then." i grin at him, instantly belting out the lyrics to the song which sounds awful.

"wow, you're so good." he mutters sarcastically, chuckling at me.

"yeah," i nod confidently, "i know i am." i laugh, quickly falling back into his embrace, "anyway's, i actually don't mind what we do."

"i'll plan something for us then."

"hmm, okay." i slowly turn my head to look up at him, pressing a soft kiss onto his lips which quickly turns rough as he moves his hand to grip my body tightly, "thought you were hungover." i whisper, pulling away.

"well," he rolls his eyes, pushing my body back into the bed so that he's now on top, "i told you before," his lips slowly move along my neck, "i'm never too hungover for this." humming against my skin, he sucks on my sweet spot, my legs instantly swinging around his waist so our bodies are even pressed tighter together.

"whatever." i smirk, pulling his face up to meet my own, holding eye contact for a brief moment before he smashes his lips against mine.