Love me or hate me, still an obsession~ (Simon)

[chloereese]

Whew. Okay. You're gonna be fine, Chloe. Stop freaking out. Chloe took a shaky breath and readjusted the shoulder strap on her heavy camera she bought the other day specifically for this purpose. All she was going to do was sneak into Simon's dorm and maybe take a pair of boxers, take some pictures, and look at his browser history. No big deal. Okay, chill. It's okay. Chloe sang Fall Out Boy lyrics to herself, thinking of Simon's hair. She turned around, looking at herself in her full length mirror. She breathed out again, standing up straight. Chloe knew in the depths of her mind that this was wrong on many levels, but her heart. Her heart was telling her very differently. She and Simon belonged together. Chloe would give anything to get him all to herself. She grabbed her journal pad and a pen and marched out of her apartment to the boy's dormitories.

113, 114, 115, Finally. 116. Chloe let out a sigh of relief as she stood in front of the door to Simon's dorm. She pressed her ear up to the door carefully. Nothing. Chloe leaned off of the door and raised her hand to the doorknob. She noticed it was shaking violently. Stop that, hand. Chloe held the knob tightly to stop the shaking. She slowly turned it centimeter by centimeter. Please open. Chloe turned it one more centimeter and it stopped. She frowned. Well, that was anticlimactic. No matter, she came prepared. Chloe reached into her bag and pulled out a lock pick. She had been researching how to unlock a door for a while now. Chloe worked quickly on the lock, undoing it within 2 minutes. She smiled to herself, dropping the used pick back into her bag. Chloe opened the door quickly this time, a grin plastered on her face.

Oh. Simon's room smelled just like him. She inhaled deeply, wishing she could capture the scent in a jar and take it home with her. She dropped her bag and camera on the floor, breathing deeply. Oh, God. She could stay in here forever. Chloe had realized that she didn't have much time so she picked up her camera, taking pictures of everything she could find in the room. She flipped through his books, seeing what Simon liked to read. Chloe glanced up at the Fall Out Boy poster, giggling a little. She came upon Simon's bed and stared at it for a long time. Chloe, don't do it. Her mind told her. Fuck you, mind! Chloe jumped face first onto his bed, messing up the sheets. She breathed in Simon's scent on the sheets. Soooo good! Chloe turned her head to the side, spotting his dresser. She immediately rolled off the bed and opened every drawer frantically until she found his underwear drawer. Her eyes were wide with excitement as she grabbed the first pair of boxers she saw. She put the clean boxers up to her face, smelling his scent there. Oh, God. I'm in Heaven! She fell onto her back on Simon's clean floor. She closed her eyes, the boxers clutched to her chest.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps from outside the closed door. Shit. Chloe sprang up to a sitting position, realizing someone was going to try to enter the room. She hadn't even looked at the computer history yet. She glanced over to the computer. Fuck it. Chloe closed all the drawers quickly and ran to his bed trying to smooth out the comforter again. Shit. He's not supposed to be back. She was breathing more heavily as she rushed to her things, almost falling over. Chloe stuffed the boxers into her bag and picked up everything. The items were about to fall out of her arms and she spun around, looking for a place to hide. She heard a male voice outside of the door. "Oh my God!" Chloe squeaked out quietly as she sprinted to his closet just as she saw the knob being turned. She stuffed herself into Simon's fairly sized closet, trying to slow her breath down. Shut. Up. Chloe.

Chloe heard the door open and she sucked in a huge amount of oxygen, hoping to stop the heavy breathing. Oh, God. It was Simon. Oh God, oh God, oh God. She pressed her ear against the closet door. Please don't come in the closet. Oh, God. Chloe was figured out. She was done for.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon had gone out to buy himself a new pack of cigarettes. A good enough way to start the weekend, he thought. That's of course when he's pulled over by a cop. A chick cop. Being the jack ass he tends to be, he decided he could try and flirt his way out of this. Turn on the smolder, you know.

It was obviously an off day for him because the smolder didn't work a bit, and he ended up with two tickets. One was, as the cop put it "for being a douchebag". Well, fuck.

It looked like his cigarette money was going to have to go to these tickets instead. He couldn't let them pile up like last time, he'd ended up having to get a court date and pay a much more ridiculous fine. So, he turned his car back around and headed back to his dorm.

He'd pay the fines later today, right now he wanted to head back to his dorm and just fall back asleep, start this day over again. Swerving into a spot in dorm parking, he hopped back out of his car, muttering something about chick cops being bitches under his breath. As he walked to his dorm someone called his name from behind him. One of his frat brothers.

"Yo, Simon! You're in charge of kegs this week!" Matthew called to him. When am I not in charge of the kegs? Simon thought to himself, rolling his eyes before he turned back to Matt.

"Alright, man. No problem." He said, forcing a smile onto his face.

"Don't come without 'em." Matt called back in warning as Simon was unlocking his dorm...only to find it was already unlocked. Shit, I left it unlocked again. He thought, hoping no one had taken any of his drugs while he was gone.

"I won't." He finally called back to Matt as he headed into his dorm, muttering "Fuck you." under his breath as he closed the door behind him. Throwing his keys at his desk, he sighed and pulled off his jacket, discarding it in the corner of his room.

Going into his drawer he searched through it for his most comfortable boxers, not seeing them at the top where they usually were he frowned and continued to dig through.

"Damn it, I must've left 'em at Lacey's....or Britney's...or Michelle's..or- Fuck it." He huffed standing back up and pulling his shirt off. The boxers he was wearing would have to do.

[chloereese]

Simon's closet smelled stale and not like him at all. She wished she was back out there on his bedsheets, next to Simon. Chloe noticed a little space between the two closet doors. She squeezed one eye shut as she shoved the other against the space. She saw Simon clearly through the crack. So. Hot. Chloe swooned over Simon. She bit her lip as he opened his drawer looking for something. Oh, no. The boxers. He knew they were gone. Chloe smacked her palm against her forehead, making an awful loud noise. Shit. Chloe needed to get out. But, how? Eventually Simon would fall asleep, but it was only 2 in the afternoon and Simon usually takes naps. Okay, Chloe would be fine. Once Simon was asleep, she would sneak out and be on her way. She would come back another time for the computer history.

Chloe's thoughts were interuppted by Simon's nude upper half. "Guh." Chloe said to herself. So freakin' sexy. Chloe had never been this close to Simon's shirtless body. "Nngh." Dammit, Chloe. Stop making weird noises. Chloe heard Simon say something about Lacey, and her anger flared up. Leaving boxers at her house? Oh, no. They were having sex. Simon has sex with all these people. Chloe just wanted to murder everybody who touches Simon. Simon was hers.

Chloe snatched the boxers out of her bag and smushed the the fabric to her face again, breathing in his scent once more to get rid of the stale closet smell. She closed her eyes in the darkness, clinging to the boxers. Chloe shoved off her jeans and underwear carefully before she pulled on Simon's boxers over her nude lower half. She inhaled deeply. Simon's parts were in this very fabric. She rubbed against the front opening. He was right through here. Oh, God. Chloe thought she would faint right then and there. She quietly put her bottoms in her bag before settling down on her knees, looking through the crack again. Simon was looking at himself in the mirror. That's nothing new. She bit her lip, watching Simon pose. This was so different without the binoculars. Chloe considered herself a very lucky girl today. She was 6 yards away from Simon, in his closet, and wearing his underwear. Besides the risk of getting caught, Chloe felt so good.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

After discarding his pants as well, he turned back to the mirror, checking himself in it- as he did every few minutes to make sure he was still looking as good as he had those few moments ago. "Yup, still hot as fuck." He smirked, picking his comb up off the dresser and running it through his hair just for the hell of it. Dropping it back down on the dresser, he turned for his bed, and plopped down on his back, hands coming up to rest behind his head.

His eyes weren't closing as easily as he'd have liked them too, he was still too awake. Huffing out a little as he sat up, he paused when he swore he heard a noise coming from the closet. Eyes flickering over in the direction, he gave it a cautious look. No, Simon, he told himself there's nothing in your closet. Stop being paranoid. Blinking away from it after a moment he went back to leaning over the bed, hand searching under it for one of the playboys. Maybe a little visit from Laura Benanti would help him take him mind off of the tickets he'd gotten, and the thought that something might be lurking in his closet waiting to kill and eat him... Y'know.

Sitting up against the headboard of his bed, he flipped open the magazine, lips immediately turning up when his eyes ran across the first model. Where were these girls hiding? There certainly were none at Winchester- other than Lacey...and well, yeah, that was about it. It was a bit disappointing. There were almost more eligible bachelors than bachelorettes running around.

His eyes flew back up to the closet when he thought he heard something else...but no, nothing was in there. His eyes lingered longer, though, as if he were trying to gain x-ray powers just to make sure there was nothing in there. He gave up finally, resigning to the idea that he was just being paranoid.

Snap out of it, Chapman.

Flipping through the pages until he found a model who's name he didn't bother to go over, he bit into his lip and ran his eyes over her for a moment before slipping a hand into his boxers. His dorm mate was never around, this he was glad for. At first he'd been bored to have the dorm to himself all the time, but now he saw the appeal...of being able to dig into his pants while looking at playboy bunnies. Yes, definitely better without a dorm mate there.

[chloereese]

Chloe definitely felt like she was in Heaven when Simon took off his pants as well. He was almost naked, only a few yards away from her! This was fantastic. Chloe couldn't stop the wide grin that spread across her face when he combed his hair and laid on his bed. She could just imagine her body right next to his, feeling his body heat. She closed her eyes, thinking about this very thought. It sent chills through her body. She shivered, opening her eyes again only to find that Simon was looking over at the closet. Chloe moved her head out of the way. After a moment, she moved it back only to find Simon looking at a magazine. Oh, of course. He was looking at playboy. Simon always did this. She remembered writing it down in her journal. Chloe pulled her journal and pen out of her bag, sketching a little with the light she had, which was little to none. Chloe gave up, placing the journal and pen down on top of a box next to her.

Glancing over at the space again, she had to look closely to see exactly what Simon was doing. Was he..? "Oh my God." Chloe whispered, shoving her face as close as she could to the crack, watching Simon. Her face was on fire. She felt a little embarrassed, watching him this close, even though it really wasn't that different from watching him from the window. No matter, she kept watching him anyway. Beautiful, beautiful man. She bit her bottom lip studying his face closely as he finished. It was even more gorgeous closer up. This is only the beginning. You'll be the one causing that face soon.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Any thought about something being in his closet had definitely gone out of his head, and with lazy effort he dropped the magazine back under his bed, running the hand that hadn't just been in his boxers through his hair. He knew he should probably shower, but now his eyelids were actually getting heavy. A little nap before he showered couldn't hurt.

Pulling his covers up and out from under him, he wrapped up under them, head nuzzling into his pillow. With a bit of an after thought he gave a last look to his closet. Something in him just felt uneasy, but he was sure he was just being silly. Eyes shifting back up to his ceiling he sighed out.

It didn't take long for him to drift off. Playboy bunnies drifted through his dream, putting a dopey grin on the dozing Simon's face. At one point he even mumbled "Oh, Laura." Turning over onto his stomach and hugging his pillow close.

Good thing no one was here to see this...

[chloereese]

After getting over the fact that Chloe had just watched Simon do this thing right in front of her, she had to sit down in his closet, nearly hyperventilating. She had just watched Simon jack off and it wasn't from her window. Oh, dear God. She almost died just watching Simon fall asleep. He was so precious. She smiled widely, staring for a good while at Simon's sleeping body. She had never actually watch Simon sleep before.

Eventually, after she knew Simon was out, she opened the closet quietly grabbing her bag and her camera. She walked on her tiptoes out of it, making sure to close the closet door behind her. Chloe leaned against the closet, grinning at Simon. Why couldn't she have him? Chloe would be the best girlfriend ever. She sighed, turning on her camera to snap a picture of Simon's sleeping. She was grateful for the silent shutter sound it made whenever she took the picture. "Night, Simon." Chloe blew a kiss to Simon before heading out the door quietly. She had realized she was still in his boxers. Chloe looked around, making sure nobody was watching her as she sprinted to her car and back to her house. Single greatest day ever.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

The sound of something buzzing woke Simon up with a jerk. It was his cell phone. Leaning over to grab it on his bedside table he turned it off, not bothering to give the text a look right now. Running a hand over his face groggily. Pushing the covers off of himself he got up, remembering how he needed a shower after his look at that playboy magazine.

He dragged himself into the bathroom turning the shower on and waiting for warm water to run over his hand before stripping from his boxers and getting it. Once he'd dried off, he turned back to head to his closet and search through for a shirt.

Opening it up, his eyes fell to an unfamiliar looking book. Frowning at it slightly, he bent down, holding onto the towel around his waist as he brought it up to take a look.

"The Flynn Rider Chronicles?" He read aloud, laughing slightly to himself. Lacey must've left this here for him. Or Farren perhaps? He didn't know how he wouldn't have seen it before now, though. Flipping open to a random page he ran across what looked like a schedule. "What the...?" He said, voice trailing off as he read across it. What was this schedule for?

Hold on, what a minute... Was this a schedule of him!? This all sounded far too familiar. His eyes stopped wide when they ran across his name. "Holy fuck, what!?" He sat back in his desk chair slamming the book down on the desk and leaning over the schedule. This was Thursday of last week! And everything he'd done! "I- what- who- how!?" He was saying as he kept reading, stomach clenching when he saw that someone had obviously watched him...touching himself.

Letting out a strangled noise he pushed the book away, heart beating way too fast.

Someone was watching him, all day on Thursday... Did that mean this person was watching him all the time. Did that mean that the noises he'd thought he'd heard in his closet had actually been someone in there. Ohshitohshitohshitohshit. Was all that was going through his head.

He had to figure out who's book this was before he had his whole life recorded in this thing.