simon henriksson

It was another night you decided to crash at your boyfriend's place. Which he didn’t mind apart from the mess it was in, but you assure him that you weren’t even focused on that.

That night it was raining, as Simon was sitting in front if his computer just going through other people’s myspace, as you watched him from the bed.

Though it was comfortable hearing the sound of rain outside, that darkened the skies into a nice dark hue. The only sounds were Simon’s clicking and typing, apart from the little words he’d say, alongside the nice humming of the fan in his room.

“{{user}} look at this profile.” Simon beckoned you over.