boys don't cry | simon

[Nathaniel David Forrester]

now you see me.

IT WAS EASY TO PRETEND LIKE SIMON WASN'T Nate's biggest competition when the kid wasn't draped all over his easy girlfriend. Truthfully, Simon was a pretty decent guy with a pretty decent right hook. And he had some pretty decent weed on supply. It hadn't taken much for Nate to ease his way in to the Gryffindor common room during afternoon classes. The portrait barely even looking at him from below his heavy hooded robe as he mumbled the ridiculous password and slipped behind the creaking doorway.

Inside was sparsely lit and quiet, most students in classes or at the library. Generally doing what was expected of them. Nate had a free period and a very empty baccy tin. The afternoon trundling along, he wanted something rolled behind his ear for after the dinner feast and he knew only one person who definitely had a stash. Plus, Nate could never quite tell when he and Simon were on good terms. If ever, now that he'd shackled himself to the girl Simon had been fawning over. Then again, he'd had a little girlfriend of his own. One Nate knew all too well.

Up in the dorm rooms, Nate found Simon's shrouded, messy bed fairly quickly. A sticky open packet of blood lollies on the nightstand and a quidditch poster hanging halfway off the wall by his beside. Nate crouched below it, upturning the bottom drawer of the nightstand and then shoving his hand under the bed. Nothing under the bed, but the drawer had a false bottom that surprised even him. He pried it back and pulled out a tin with three neatly rolled jointed lined up in a row. He took all three and replaced the tin, throwing himself on the bed afterwards and crossing his legs, one arm tucked underneath.

It hadn't even been a full 24 hours since Simon had been paired in Potions with his girlfriend. With the girl they'd both obviously fancied. Maybe he was feeling petty, or he was still laughing at the tantrum little Jessie had thrown when the news had blown through the room. Nate waited patiently, rolling one of the joints between his fingers and wiping the bottom of his shoes on Simon's crumpled sheets. Half of him expected, when Simon did return, that he would bring Claudia with him. That she'd gladly go back. When Simon finally pulled back the curtain around his bed, if Claudia wasn't far behind him, well... he wouldn't have been all that surprised. Tension coiled in his belly like a cold, sickly snake. 

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Simon was completely miserable. He hated how he felt most days, his brain was in a constant fog and he recently came to terms with it....he felt like he was trapped in his relationship with Jessie. They fought about dumb shit all the time and he just wasn't into her. It didn't help that Jessie's favorite topic of interest was Claudia Watkins and her dissatisfaction with the Potions finals assigned partners. Today, he was completely off track and he couldn't seem to get a grip, so on his free period, he decided to go back to his dorm to grab a spliff to smoke before quidditch practice. It was an old habit he hadn't succumbed to since last year, but today it was a much needed attitude adjustment. He didn't know how else he wasn't going to be a complete dickhead to everyone in his path without it.

As Simon ascended the steps leading to his dorm, he could sense something was off. Usually, nobody was in the quarters this time of the day, unless if it were him, or someone in another dorm down the hallway. But someone was in his dorm...he could sense it. He entered the room and was met with Nate and his stash drawer dangling out of its home. It didn't take much more evidence to put the pieces together. Nate was helping himself to his stash. Well, one of his stash spots. And it wasn't the first, or last time. Simon didn't have a problem smoking a friend out but he didn't like when it was done behind his back.

The half vampire's eyes narrowed on El Diablo sitting on his bed with his shoes, holding one of his perfectly rolled spliffs between his grubby little fingers. His mouth gaped in surprise at the sight of Nate making himself at home on his bed, "You...seedy motherfucker..." he said slowly, seething at the display before his eyes. Without a second thought, Simon barreled toward Nate and body slammed into him with full force. He intended to knock him into the bedside table, or anywhere that wasn't bedding. Simon moved fast so he couldn't hide the goods or get away with them. This week the Gryffindor team was practicing tackling, it only felt natural. And fuck Nate for thinking he could go around doing whatever the fuck he wanted all the time. It was starting to irritate him.

Lately, Nate had a way of pissing him off. Not only was he constantly dangling Claudia in front of him like a piece of meat, he truly knew how to ruffle his feathers in just about every aspect. It was as if Nate took a course specializing on how to get under Simon Svendsen's skin. Maybe Jessie Meadows was enrolled as well. At times, Simon wasn't sure if he and Nate were actually friends, but he honestly cared about Nate and his well-being. He knew Nate didn't have an easy life so he tried to be there for him, but during times like these, he made it extremely hard

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[Nathaniel David Forrester]

now you see me.

AN IMMEASURABLE AMOUNT OF TIME PASSED before Simon returned to the dorm. Nate languishing in comfort, occasionally running the joint under his nose to smell the heady mixture of tobacco and weed. Simon was a pussy-whipped bitch at times, but he could roll one hell of a joint. Nate asked himself time and time again why he didn't just steal from him all of the time. And then he'd come back, spluttering curses and throwing himself at Nate without a second thought.

Grunting, Nate's head knocked against the wooden poster of the bed, his hands fisted but wedged between them as they wrestled for possession of the joint and the upper hand. Nate rolled, throwing them both off the bed on to the floor and wedging his elbow in to Simon's gut. He rolled back and was suddenly wedged under Simon's fat, Quidditch playing shoulder. His arm looped around his neck at an awkward angle, their faces smooshed together uncomfortably.

"What-" Nate panted, tongue wetting his bottom lip as they leveraged each of their weights against one and other. "We gonna kiss-" He remarked snidely. "Or are you gonna share the... fucking joint." He bucked against Simon, huffing in frustration. Nate could fight, but he wasn't as athletic as Simon. Plus, he'd been tackled unexpectedly. Or, so he told his pride as he used his free hand to smack the side of Simon's head, rattling his ear as he did. 

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Simon was satisfied with the way Nate hit the post of the bed, nearly tearing his poster completely off the wall in the process. They rolled to the floor in a small scuffle, feet and bodies smacking the floor. It wasn't an actual fight, more like roughhousing, but Simon was about one step away from knocking him in the face. As Nate's elbow went into his side, he let out a grunt and pushed him back with frustration, breathing heavy.

The part that was the most upsetting was that Simon didn't think Nate would steal from him, but he was stupid to ever believe that. Nate Forrester was an opportunal criminal and would steal anything that wasn't chained down, and even then, he'd probably find a way. Simon didn't believe he'd become victim to his sticky fingers and that was what disappointed him most.

Their faces were oddly close and Nate asked if they were going to kiss. Simon face scratched with utter dissatisfaction, "You'd like that wouldn't you.." he rolled his eyes. Simon flinched when Nate slapped him on the back of the head, and his one true reflex that moment was to turn his body to face him and 'bitch slap' him as hard as he could with an open palm. His face flushed with anger as he demanded to share his weed with him. "Why would I share anything with you when you're in here going through my shit?" he asked him, irritated. Simon pushed himself off the ground, anger slowly fading because he did want to smoke that spliff. "-And how did you get in here anyway?" Simon asked Nate with threaded brows, surprised to see Nate in the boys Gryffindor dorms. 

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[Nathaniel David Forrester]

now you see me.

THOUGH IT LACKED THE TYPICAL FERVOR OF A real fight, Nate knew that Simon wasn't far off of it. Be it the strength he put behind his pinning weight, or the way he seethed and spit when he spoke. It was a slippery slope, but Nate found a certain thrill in pushing back. He liked a fight, always had. It just sucked that he actually liked Simon as well. Though, not enough to not screw his puppy love.

"You'd like if I liked it." He retorted back petulantly, his jaw clicking as he opened it to laugh spitefully, pursing his lips and kissing the air by Simon's pressed cheek. The slap came next, echoing his own but this time right to his face. Nate reared back in surprise, his eyeing alighting with real, furious anger before he shoved Simon with a renewed strength. Making enough room between them to wedge his leg underneath and kick out at him, before he leapt after to pin Simon this time. His leg wedged under the bed to leverage himself and stop Simon's freakish, broom juiced strength from throwing him back.

It was short lived, Simon shoving off the ground this time but distancing himself. Nate rolled on the ground but didn't get up, a hand rubbing the side of his head that he thwacked the bedpost. He was sprawled out and breathing heavy, cheek red from the slap Simon had doled out. "What, we ain't mates, nah?" Nate asked breathlessly, his hooded eyes blinking wide to stare up at Simon seriously. "I steal your rollies all the time." He confessed, snickering as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "Don't worry, I stayed out of your knicker drawer, darlin'." He blinked hard but flattened his smarmy mouth to say hesitantly, "What're your fuckin' problem?"

It was a serious question, sometimes Nate didn't know what Simon really thought of him. They'd fought viciously before. Nate had a burst nose for the time he'd screwed Jessie for a laugh. Or maybe it was Claudia - it always came back to Claudia fucking Watkins. What a cold hard wedge of a bitch. Nate hated her for that. For ruining the closest thing he'd had to real a mate since Nessa. Wouldn't stop him from seeing her later, though. "Don't worry," Nate kissed his teeth and unfolded his legs, chin tilted up spitefully as he spoke, "I didn't ask Jessie for the precious password." And then he laughed again, leaping to his feet in case Simon followed that up with a stomp. 

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The slap provided Simon with more satisfaction than imagined was possible. His hand stung after direct contact with Nate's face and damn was it worth it. It felt good to let out a little frustration from his day. When they finally broke apart, Simon tripped a step as Nate kicked his let out from under him. He bumped against his roommates bed with a grunt.

Simon rolled his eyes when Nate asked if they were mates - as if that were a valid reason to take from someone, following by asking what his problem was. "My fuckin' problem is how would you feel if I went sneaking around your shit and taking things?" he asked impatiently, wishing he would understand, but sometimes talking to the snake was similar to talking to a three-year-old. The half-vampire didn't want to fight about it but he also didn't want to seem like a pushover. Simon didn't care if he stole from other people, but him, it didn't feel good. It was upsetting.

Sometimes Simon wasn't sure why he hung out with Nate Forrester. Especially after he unashamedly admitted that he "always" stole from him. Sadly if he had kept better track of his supply, he would have been more successful with loss prevention tactics against Nate. Most days Simon liked to keep Forrester around because he was someone who liked to smoke, always agreed to do dumb shit they shouldn't do, and he had a sharp tongue. Simon knew he was lacking some numbers on the integrity scale, but he also believed Nate was misunderstood by most people. Nate most certainly wasn't a good person but he was a person with problems and dealt a hand of shitty cards in the beginning of his life. Simon tried to be understanding about his situation but today was one of those days it was hard to understand.

Simon finally felt himself willing to light up...just in time to mention Jessie's name. He froze and stared at him with a look that only conveyed 'you're unbelievable'. He shook his head in defeat, "You're disturbed." he said flatly. Not wanting to feed into his reindeer games. Simon shook his head in disbelief from his confession before, "Do you really take rollies from me all the time?" he asked with scrunched brows, more angry that he didn't catch him in the act sooner. Simon inspected the spiff between two fingers, relieved it made it through their scuffle unscathed. He wanted to smoked it but he also didn't want to give into Nate so easily.

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[Nathaniel David Forrester]

now you see me.

NATE MADE NO ATTEMPT TO PRETEND HE WASN'T enjoying himself. Sprawled out across the floor beside Simon's bed, one hand reaching down in to his pocket to pull a second joint he'd stolen. And for the most part, he liked how easily riled Simon was. Teetering on a knife's edge the moment Nate poked or prodded him. Most of the time it was all in good fun. However, after Nate had slept with Jessie and bagged Claudia for more than just a quickie the dynamic had changed. Nate had always been competitive, but Simon hadn't ever been obvious about his own competitiveness.

"Impressed," Nate retorted, loosening his vice like grip on the joint as if to tease Simon just a little bit. "Can't imagine you'd get your fat arse past the door, mate." The Gryffindor common room was low level security. All too busy rubbing elbows and talking over themselves to care about privacy. The Slytherin quarters were different. Tucked down in the dungeons, with a very well documented disapproval of outsiders - the password changed regularly and randomly. Simon was persuasive, but even he had his limits.

It was infuriating, but Nate didn't want Simon to be pissed at him. It was all in good fun, but he usually chilled out after a few swings. At least, most of the time. Lately, his moods had been persistent. His patience non-existent. He disliked it, despite the fact that Simon had every rational reason to hate him. Nate didn't want him to hate him. It was pathetic, knotting up his gut and making him do pitiful things like share his cigarettes and hang around in places he knows Simon haunts. It also makes him mean, stealing his things and sleeping with his infatuated hanger on.

"You're boring." Nate replied, his face slack and unimpressed. Back on his feet and swiping the dust off the seat of his trousers, swaying slightly with dizziness. He reached out and gripped the bedpost he'd hit his head on, blinking stars from his eyes. Trying to make it look casual as he cleared his throat awkwardly. "No," He replied succinctly and honestly. His cheeks flushed as he blinked the black away and worried the skin on his lip.

"First thing I ever stole from you was a silver sickle and the uh-" Nate shifted from foot to foot, letting go of the post and crossing his arms. "The stupid little lighter that turns in to stripper with big tits when you light it." He snickered, head rolling his neck lazily. He didn't really know why he was telling Simon this. Maybe because he was holding his joint like a trophy. Or that he was looking at Nate like he'd spit right in face. "I usually don't need to steal your rollies," He licked his bottom lip. "'Cause you share 'em like a pathetic little house elf."

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When Nate pulled the second rollie from his pocket like a weed Houdini, Simon could feel the anger well up inside him. "What. The. Fuck." he said through his teeth, jaw tensed. He didn't want to be angry with the snake, but the amount of betrayal he felt from his so-called mate was unfathomable. Simon felt stupid for ever thinking Nate wouldn't take anything from him. It started to make him wonder if they were actually friends or not. Was Nate only using this all of this time? Fuck, he had a lot to think about.

Nate admitted to stealing from him when asked, listing off various items. He sounded like he was being honest, which Simon found as a surprise, he didn't think Nate would fess up and give details. He didn't want to give any more reactions he already had, though the lighter situation caught him off guard because he could remember asking Nate about it and him lying straight to his face. Simon shrugged his shoulders upwards lazily, "Cool. Well, enjoy your last stolen rollie sponsored by me because security is heightening." he warned with an eye roll, biting inside his cheek not to say anymore. Nate only fed on the more words he said, finding new ways to ridicule him. Merlin, he could kick him in the face down on the floor. He regretted not taking the opportunity when he had it.

Simon didn't know how to react when Nate called him a pathetic house elf for sharing with him. Hell, there was no winning with this guy. Just as he was going to give in and smoke with him, he said that shit. Simons pride and ego wouldn't take that sort of treatment after the current string of events.

Clenching his jaw, Simon stared down Nate while he pinched the spliff between his fingers and rolled the ends forcibly so it would loosen up from its perfect structure and fall apart. He followed by ripping the brown rolling paper down the middle so the herbal guts would spill out. Tobacco paper and herbal goodness sprinkled on the floor of his dorm. He had others hidden, and he was sure Nate knew that, but he didn't have the patience for Nate's shenanigans today. He honestly felt hurt. He had to get ready for practice soon. Simon sighed, "I'm not smoking with you today. Go away, Nate." he told him seriously, not looking at him as he threw himself onto the bed. Maybe if he pretended Nate were invisible he'd just disappear.

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[Nathaniel David Forrester]

now you see me.

IN A WARDED LITTLE SHOE BOX HIDDEN UNDER the last floorboard beneath Nate's bed lay a silver sickle and an obscene lighter. Nate hadn't needed to spend the money and he'd liked the lighter enough to horde it possessively. There were a lot of things in that shoebox. A wealth of stolen items, both expensive and utterly ordinary, all cluttered together until Nate had had to spell the thing in to unmentionable depths. He could lose his arm in it right to the shoulder. He kept stealing things anyways.

Telling Si hadn't felt like a big deal at the time. Nate wanted him to laugh it off. Take it on the chin like he always did. They'd share the joint and joke about nothing. Just like usual. That was not the reception he received and it shrivelled in his gut. Shock widening his eyes just a fraction as the smile fell off his face. The joint was dramatically destroyed between Simon's unyielding fingertips as he split the paper and let the innards scatter across the wooden floorboards. Nate watched it fall silently, nostrils flaring. It was annoyingly symbolic. Nate fucking hated poetic metaphors.

Lifting his chin, Nate looked straight in to Si's eyes for just a moment. He wanted to know leglimens, to find out why the boy was suddenly up his own arse. Why he looked red-faced with a mixture of anger and maybe hurt. It was hard to tell, Nate didn't care to pick it apart. Or, so he told himself. It was just a fucking lighter, he thought. Not like he was hard up for the silver. He turned his face away, fed up with the whole farce.

Lips splitting in a cold little grin as he laughed coldly, lifting his palms in mock surrender. Nate didn't speak again, he simply turned with a careless grace and sauntered towards the door, arms swinging. He didn't care if Simon didn't want to be mates anymore. Maybe he'd go find Claudia instead, he thought viciously. Find company between her legs and put the whole friendship to bed.

Rather, as Nate neared the dorms doorway, he slowed. Only to launch a hard kick to a basket of clean washing parked by the bed nearest the exit. Carefully cleaned and pressed by the elves, it went up in a starched confetti, the basket clattering against the wall by the door and splintering. Nate didn't stop walking, he didn't sling an insult over his shoulder. He just left a big mess and clenched his fists all the way back to his dorm. He didn't find Claudia, he didn't smoke. And when enough time passed that he felt Simon would have unravelled and forgotten about their 'lover's spat', he found himself quietly wrong. Simon appeared to studiously avoid him all at once. It was a sharp kind of rejection - the worst kind. Silent.

[END]

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