Fic: Color me your color, baby (Simon/Alisha, PG-13)
Title: Color me your color, baby
Author: mrsvc
Pairing: Simon/Alisha
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language.
A/N: southern_heaven wanted epistolary fic between the ASBO-5. d_sieya wrote one called " Edit" and this is my take on the same prompt. I blanked out all the letters because I am constitutionally incapable of saying the f word. I AM A CHILD, COME AT ME BRO. No, but really, I can't say the f word, even in fic. I apologize if it is too much cognitive dissonance or something for you. Title is from Blondie's song "Call Me" because I get all my titles from songs.
to: alisha
from: simon
did you put your number in my phone?
to: simon
from: alisha
yah. wat, u got a problem with it
to: alisha
from: simon
No. I just wondered when you had done it
to: simon
from: alisha
wat is dis, 20 ????s we should have each others number's in case of emirgency
to: alisha
from: simon
alright
"Alright? That's all the little twit sent me was "Alright?" Alisha tossed her down on the duvet of her bed. So she's swiped his phone out of his coveralls and added her number, she hadn't expected him to even really notice. Nathan'd had done the same thing and regularly sent pictures of his shit to all of them.
to: alisha, barry the TWAT
cc: kelly, curtis
from: nathan
does this look liek barry to u?
And she knew better than to download the picture attached after the first time. Then Kelly, God only knew what went through that girl's mind, f---ing chav, when she replied all with,
to: nathan, simon
cc: alisha, curtis
from: kelly
wat the actual f--k, dickhead?!
Curtis could always be counted on for a quick
to: nathan, kelly
cc: alisha, simon
from: curtis
FU
which she hoped wasn't actually aimed at everyone but they all were in the bad habit of adding each other to their text messages at this point.
to: kelly, barry the TWAT
cc: alisha, curtis
from: nathan
thats wat u get for fallin for it, you nosy bastards
Except Simon. He never seemed to be part of their ongoing shit-talking. It was so strange to see his name, and only his name, at the top of the message and a thrill racing up her spine that it was her Simon, the one that only she knew.
Her phone buzzed again, laying against her thigh, and she picked it up, expecting her daily dose of Nathan's bullshit, but instead it said,
to: alisha
from: simon
are you okay?
It was awkward and not exactly a conversation starter but it was Simon and it worked.
to: simon
from: alisha
Ya. Dont open anyting from nathan tho it's all his shit
to: alisha
from: simon
i figured as much :)
She could picture it, that smile on his face. She felt her own cheeks heat up as she imagined it and she bit her lip as she texted back.
to: simon
from: alisha
just thought id give u fair warning
to: alisha
from: simon
Thanks. No one ever texts just me
Shy, hesitant, utterly honest, just a bit creepy, and so him, it hurts.
to: simon
from: alisha
well, i'm not noone then am i
to: alisha
from: simon
never.
She barely got the text open before he sent another one.
to: alisha
from: simon
good night
She held the phone open, the light illuminating her face in the dark of her bedroom, and rubbed her thumb over his name.
to: simon
from: alisha
Night. C u 2marrow, Simon.
to: barry the TWAT, kelly
cc: alisha, curtis
from: nathan
does this look like two swans f--king!
to: nathan, simon
cc: curtis, kelly
from: alisha
bite me, you f--king twat.
to: nathan, alisha
cc: simon, curtis
from: kelly
wat the hell, you f--king dick
to: nathan, alisha
cc: simon, kelly
from: curtis
FU
to: alisha, kelly
cc: curtis, barry the TWAT
from: nathan
F--K YOU ALL
And attached was a picture of him giving them all the two-fingered salute. Alisha shut her phone off for the night with a smile.
Author: mrsvc
Pairing: Simon/Alisha
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language.
A/N: southern_heaven wanted epistolary fic between the ASBO-5. d_sieya wrote one called " Edit" and this is my take on the same prompt. I blanked out all the letters because I am constitutionally incapable of saying the f word. I AM A CHILD, COME AT ME BRO. No, but really, I can't say the f word, even in fic. I apologize if it is too much cognitive dissonance or something for you. Title is from Blondie's song "Call Me" because I get all my titles from songs.
to: alisha
from: simon
did you put your number in my phone?
to: simon
from: alisha
yah. wat, u got a problem with it
to: alisha
from: simon
No. I just wondered when you had done it
to: simon
from: alisha
wat is dis, 20 ????s we should have each others number's in case of emirgency
to: alisha
from: simon
alright
"Alright? That's all the little twit sent me was "Alright?" Alisha tossed her down on the duvet of her bed. So she's swiped his phone out of his coveralls and added her number, she hadn't expected him to even really notice. Nathan'd had done the same thing and regularly sent pictures of his shit to all of them.
to: alisha, barry the TWAT
cc: kelly, curtis
from: nathan
does this look liek barry to u?
And she knew better than to download the picture attached after the first time. Then Kelly, God only knew what went through that girl's mind, f---ing chav, when she replied all with,
to: nathan, simon
cc: alisha, curtis
from: kelly
wat the actual f--k, dickhead?!
Curtis could always be counted on for a quick
to: nathan, kelly
cc: alisha, simon
from: curtis
FU
which she hoped wasn't actually aimed at everyone but they all were in the bad habit of adding each other to their text messages at this point.
to: kelly, barry the TWAT
cc: alisha, curtis
from: nathan
thats wat u get for fallin for it, you nosy bastards
Except Simon. He never seemed to be part of their ongoing shit-talking. It was so strange to see his name, and only his name, at the top of the message and a thrill racing up her spine that it was her Simon, the one that only she knew.
Her phone buzzed again, laying against her thigh, and she picked it up, expecting her daily dose of Nathan's bullshit, but instead it said,
to: alisha
from: simon
are you okay?
It was awkward and not exactly a conversation starter but it was Simon and it worked.
to: simon
from: alisha
Ya. Dont open anyting from nathan tho it's all his shit
to: alisha
from: simon
i figured as much :)
She could picture it, that smile on his face. She felt her own cheeks heat up as she imagined it and she bit her lip as she texted back.
to: simon
from: alisha
just thought id give u fair warning
to: alisha
from: simon
Thanks. No one ever texts just me
Shy, hesitant, utterly honest, just a bit creepy, and so him, it hurts.
to: simon
from: alisha
well, i'm not noone then am i
to: alisha
from: simon
never.
She barely got the text open before he sent another one.
to: alisha
from: simon
good night
She held the phone open, the light illuminating her face in the dark of her bedroom, and rubbed her thumb over his name.
to: simon
from: alisha
Night. C u 2marrow, Simon.
to: barry the TWAT, kelly
cc: alisha, curtis
from: nathan
does this look like two swans f--king!
to: nathan, simon
cc: curtis, kelly
from: alisha
bite me, you f--king twat.
to: nathan, alisha
cc: simon, curtis
from: kelly
wat the hell, you f--king dick
to: nathan, alisha
cc: simon, kelly
from: curtis
FU
to: alisha, kelly
cc: curtis, barry the TWAT
from: nathan
F--K YOU ALL
And attached was a picture of him giving them all the two-fingered salute. Alisha shut her phone off for the night with a smile.