Actually, he didn't do much of anything anymore. He didn't think it noticeable. He wasn't really bothering anyone. In fact, he wasn't even watching anyone.
He didn't want to know what Valentina was doing with Ollie. He certainly didn't follow Ivy around because she was always with Will.
Doing homework only gave him fatigue. Maybe it wasn't even worth graduating this year. It would be happening in a few weeks and he didn't even care.
True, he knew he wasn't doing much for Xander's stress. He was worried Simon's mother, who Simon would not speak too. Simon didn't care what happened to her now, but all Xander could say was that she was alone in Tampa.
Simon didn't say it, but he doubted it would be for long. He loathed her, yet a part of him wished he could be just a little bit like her. There was something about his mother that was an adventurer, a go-getter.
Simon could hardly get himself to wake up in the morning. He felt as if he were dragging about. Was it just a bad case of Spring Fever, or all the meds he was taking for his depression?
And then one day at lunch someone dropped him a note on his plate. He looked up to her ghostly eyes and big lips.
Simon almost smiled, but she moved on with her tray.
He opened the note. She asked him to prom along with her phone number.
P.S. Where have you been? Theater sucks without you. Wren.
Simon felt a bubble of energy as he punched her number into his contacts. He smiled and texted her that he was up to prom with her. Yet, he couldn't quite place her. He didn't remember her in any play.
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