"I love you, Simon 'Ghost' Riley." Johnny would whisper to Simon.
Simon didn't know what to do or say.. "Love me? Please. What is this? A prank? A.. An actual ghost..?" He said. No pun intended.
Johnny would just laugh, kissing Simon gently on the forehead. "Your my everything." He whispered. Simon was shaking. He didn't care anymore. He wanted Soap in his arms.. and that was just what happened.
For the next few hours they laid in Simon Riley bed, limbs tangled with each other. They talked about their dreams, funny stories in their childhood.
Simon let Johnny do most of the talking.. Mostly cause he missed his stupid voice...
That "stupid" scottish accent must've kicked him hard for him to miss it.
Simon ran his fingers through Johnnys hair, gently taking the knots out.
"I missed you." He whispered.
Johnny softly once he heard those words. He sat up, kissing Simon on the lips. Simon of course kissed back. How could he not?
These happened.. moments like this. Lovey dovey crap. It came everyday at 2:45am. Johnny would take notice into Simon Riley room
YOU ARE READING
In my room.
RomanceSimon hasn't been able to let go John. He became serverly depressed and yet one late night as he tried to collect himself (yet failing in process) He is met with a surprise.
