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Simon had spent the night at Hillerska with Wille. They had always been subtle about it but this time it hadn’t gone according to plan, even if they had done this numerous times now.
Simon would arrive through Wille’s window during supper when all the boys were eating together, as to not be seen by anyone. He would wait there for Wille, who would bring him back something to eat, and they would spend the night together. The next morning, they would make sure to wake up early enough for Simon to go outside before anyone would be out and he would come to eat breakfast with everyone as if he had just taken an early bus. One of the good things about Hillerska was that even as non-res, they had access to food for each meal of the day. They would sit in front of each other, like at lunch, and would go on with their day as if they hadn’t spent the night pressed together in Wille’s small bed.
It was a very good process unless they didn’t wake up and, for the first time since they started doing this, they woke up late.
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Simon groaned when he heard the incessant beeping noise near his ear. He pressed his head more firmly in the pillow and pressed back against the warmth behind him. Wille let out a soft sigh and squeezed Simon tighter in his arms before going lax against him, still asleep. Simon could feel the hot puffs of his breath against his neck. He loved waking up like this.
It was only when someone started banging on the door calling for Wille to wake up that Simon registered the meaning of the beeping sound. He grunted something unintelligible to the person in the corridor to let them know that Wille was awake (nobody would be able to tell the difference between their morning voices through a door like that, it was fine), before grabbing the phone under the pillow and looking at the time.
When he saw how late it was (it was still early but it would be much more difficult to get out of there with everyone awake now), Simon jumped out of bed, swearing. He blindly grabbed clothes off of the floor and quickly put them on as he tried to wake up Wille, who only furrowed further under the blanket. His face was squished against the pillow and his hair was messily sticking out of different sides of his head. Wille had freckles on his neck that Simon loved and he couldn’t help himself, he kissed them sweetly. Luckily, this woke up Wille.
“Hey Simme,” Wille said in a soft voice.
Simon ran a hand through the sleepy boy’s hair. “Wille, come on, get up,” he said hurriedly. “We woke up late, breakfast is now.”
Wille sat up abruptly, swaying as the blood rushed to his head. “Fuck,” he murmured as he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up properly.
“Get dressed, I’ll meet you soon in the dining hall,” Simon said as he pecked him on the lips. He took his backpack and put on his coat before getting out through the window, walking through the little forest in the direction of the bus stop. Wille knew that he would then walk back towards Forest Ridge through the right path as if he had spent the night at his own home.
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Wille searched through a pile on the floor for clothes to wear for the day. He picked a random cozy feeling sweatshirt and put it on, as well as a pair of jeans. When he was dressed, he got out of his room, checking the time on his phone. He had a text from Simon telling him that he was near the residence and would be waiting for him near the dining hall.
Wille rubbed his eyes again, willing the sleepiness he was feeling to go away. He looked back up from his phone and made eye contact with another boy, who looked at him with a weird look. Wille frowned, but soon forgot about it when he spotted Simon.
When Simon heard him walk towards him, he turned around, ready to greet Wille as they always did. However, when Wille stopped in front of Simon, he found the other boy staring him up and down, before letting his gaze fall on Wille’s face. Simon was looking at him with big eyes and a blush that made Wille frown.
“What’s wrong?” Wille asked him.
Simon pinched his lips, looking around, before returning looking back in Wille’s eyes. He was being unusually shy. “You’re wearing my sweatshirt,” Simon said as he slightly pinched Wille’s shirt between his fingers.
Wille looked down at his chest and saw that he was indeed wearing Simon’s purple hoodie. No wonder he felt so comfortable and warm right now. Simon wore his clothes until they weren’t wearable anymore, something Wille’s stylist never let him do. Wille liked wearing Simon’s clothes because of that; worn-in clothes were the best. They also smelled like Simon, which was always something Wille would appreciate.
He looked back up at Simon and his gaze locked on the logo he hadn’t noticed on Simon’s shirt, under his jacket. Simon had also taken the wrong hoodie, he was wearing Wille’s one. “Hum,” Wille stuttered. “You have mine on.”
Simon looked at his shirt and blushed even harder. He opened his mouth but before he could answer Wille, they were pushed into the dining hall as other boys arrived to eat breakfast. Having no choice but to stay there and hope no one would notice, Simon put his backpack down on the floor and met back with Wille, making his plate too.
They quietly made their way to the table and sat in front of each other, as per usual. Before Wille could take a bite out of his food, Walter sat down beside Simon, narrowing his eyes at both boys. “You are wearing each other’s sweatshirt,” he told them, talking loud enough for other people to turn and look at them.
Wille passed a hand through his hair and looked at Simon, who stared at him with wide eyes and his mouth open, his fork still hanging in the air. They then both turned to Walter without saying anything. They couldn’t really explain how they had mixed up their shirt this morning when nobody knew Simon had stayed the night. Not that telling them so would be subtle at all.
“Ah! Like those disgusting lovesick couples,” Henry chuckled.
Wille saw Simon’s cheeks become red. He knew he wasn’t better by the heat he felt rising in his face; it would show up even more on him anyway, his skin was much paler than Simon’s.
“Um- No,” Wille stuttered, trying to find a decent enough excuse. “I’m pretty sure this is my sweatshirt.”
Walter gave him an unimpressed look. “Well, I’m pretty sure this is Simon’s. He wears it like 3 times a week. And Simon can’t afford the sweatshirt he has on right now.”
Simon glared at Walter for this comment. “Paying this much for a sweatshirt is dumb anyway,” he scoffed. “It’s a stupid way to spend the taxpayer’s money.”
Wille silently agreed. Alas, his wardrobe was carefully curated for him; a prince couldn’t even choose his own loungewear.
“Then why did you buy it?”
“It’s not mine, it’s Wille’s,” Simon said indignantly.
Walter looked pleased with Simon’s admission. “So you are wearing each other’s hoodies then.”
“So what if we are?” Simon scoffed.
“It’s early in the morning, when did you have time to exchange them?” Walter asked. That was a great point, Wille didn’t know what to answer. Nor did Simon, it seems, as the boy was pointedly looking at his plate. “Unless you slept here with Wille, I don’t know when you would’ve done it.”
“I didn’t sleep with Wille last night!” Simon exclaimed. Wille didn’t think he had ever seen the other boy blush this much before. It was cute if he ignored the situation they were in right now. Wille knew his face was radiating as much heat as Simon’s.
“Then where did you sleep?” Henry asked, confused as he always was.
Simon blinked at him and Wille saw the moment he realized what Walter had been suggesting. “Oh, shit,” he said quietly. “No, I did sleep in Wille’s room. Yeah. We were sleeping. Definitely.”
Walter was still looking at them with an expression that bodes nothing good. “You seem to sleep at each other’s a lot,” he narrowed his eyes at them, smiling knowingly.
Wille exchanged a glance with Simon, who looked like he wanted to melt through the floor. Simon was pinching his lips close together as if he realized that talking more would only end up in revealing —or rather confirming— their relationship.
“Only a normal amount,” Wille said, trying to seem nonchalant.
“I don’t know, your sleepovers seem to be way more frequent than what’s normal.”
“What best friends can’t have sleepovers now?” Wille asked.
“Sure, best friends can have frequent sleepovers , I guess.” Walter definitely knew what was going on between Wille and Simon.
There was an uncomfortable moment where Simon, Wille and Walter all started at each other, all trying to convey different things through their eye contact. The moment was cut short by Henry, who seemed to remember some important piece of information.
“Wait,” Henry said as he looked at Wille. “I heard noises coming from your room yesterday. Did you sleep with a girl while Simon was there?!” Again, the boy never knew when to keep his voice low. Everyone was definitely looking at them now.
Simon choked on the orange juice he was drinking while Wille let out a sigh, letting his head bang on the table. There was definitely no coming back now.
Walter looked at his friend with an exasperated expression. “Hen, he was sleeping with Simon. Not a random girl.”
“You two slept together?”
Wille and Simon both let out a groan.
“Can we not? It’s breakfast time,” Wille said, embarrassed. He wasn’t embarrassed of Simon, he just didn’t want to talk so publicly about his sex life.
“So what, you two are fuckbuddies?” Walter said, ignoring Wille’s wish of putting a stop to this conversation.
“No,” Wille sighed.
“Then what, you two are dating?”
Wille looked over at Simon, just to make sure the other boy would be okay with them telling everyone about their relationship. Wille had been the one wanting to keep it quiet, but he still wanted to have Simon’s consent before answering Walter’s question.
Simon was smiling shyly at his plate, his cheeks still slightly tainted red. He glanced at Wille from the corner of his eyes and as they made eye contact, Wille couldn’t help but smile back. Yeah, they would be alright with telling the boys about their relationship.
Wille was brought out of his head by Walter. “How long have you been dating?” he asked them teasingly.
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The rest of the day was filled with people asking them questions. They answered some of them —they still wanted their privacy— and the rest of the questions were answered by Maddie, Felice and Sara, who already knew about them. They had a fun time trying to come up with the weirdest answers, which both Wille and Simon appreciated; that way, it was much more difficult for people to know what was true.
From that moment on, the two boys also started wearing each other’s clothes frequently at school. People already knew about them, how could they not use this to their advantage and be comfortable exchanging sweatshirts?