Re: Wes / Sim
Christmas had always been a special time for Sim. When he'd been much younger, his parents always returned home to the family farm for Christmas, but after he turned 9, the show had gotten in the way of his free time, and they'd stayed in California, usually to work right through the holiday. But the cast of the show had become his family, so spending it on set became so much better than going back to a racist old couple who didn't really like him.
And, in a way, this school was like his new family. Sim hadn't heard from his parents since coming to the school, but he had made a bunch of new great friends. And one friend who, maybe, was something more than a friend. He'd never had a for real, actual boyfriend before, but it looked like Wesley might want to be. So tonight for the party, Sim had dressed up in a gorgeous little number he'd found online, and his hair was swept up and festive. He was hoping to get noticed, but mostly to make Wesley's jaw drop when he saw him.
And of course, his boy was behaving like a dork and flirting with everyone who'd shown up. Sim waited somewhat patiently while Wes made his rounds, gradually moving closer until he was right behind Wes, and he said in a low and sweet voice, "Hello, handsome."