SnowBaz One-Shots

Chapter 8

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S I M O N

We stumbled into my room and I flop down, face forward into the mattress.

"At least take your shoes off."

"It's my bed."

"Yes but still."

I kick them off with my feet and curl up in a small cocoon. My limbs feel all hot and jittery from all the walking, magic, and Baz.

"Snow. Move."

"You move," I'm too tired to think, let alone move. He just picks up my legs and sits on the bottom of the bed, leaning against the wall.

"Did you ever think of me?"

"If you want me to compliment you, just ask."

"Baz I'm serious. Did you guys ever talk about me? I- I don't want to be egoistic. I'm just... curious. Did Penny mention me?"

"Simon. I think it's stupid of you to think we didn't. We tried to hard to find you. Simon, you scared the shit out of us."

"You didn't even know me. Or were friends with me."

"Simon. I lived with your crazy antics for 7 years. Almost every memory of Watford I have includes you. I know that you don't like your scones too hot or too cold. I know that you and Wellbelove didn't work out because you weren't sure, no matter the rumors. I know that your magic doesn't drunken my mind like everyone claims to happen. I know that you mummer in your sleep and I know that you like the room cold so you can pile up blankets when you sleep. Simon. I know you. Don't try to tell me otherwise."

I don't think I can function.

What the bloody hell doesn't he want me to say after that? I was never the one for words. And his hands are mindlessly drawing circles on my ankles, sending jolts through my entire body. I want him to know I feel the same way. I want him to know, but I don't have the words.

"Baz- I-"

"It's okay. I know. Too much."

"No. No. Stop doing that. Stop assuming the things I'm going to say. I - I'm not very good at this. But Baz. I really want to. I really really want to," I'm turned sideways and so when he looks at me, his eyes are soft and slightly dreamy. Like he's here, but also like we're in our own little place.

"Okay."

"Y-yeah. Okay."

We go to bed shortly after. Baz is already curled up when I plop down beside him. I know he's not asleep as he turns away from the wall to watch me make a fuss with the tie that's wrapped around my ankle.

"You should clean up."

"Maybe I could just ask you to do it."

"You wish. I'm not touching half the things laying on the floor here," He says as I tuck myself in beside him and he moves over to give me space. It's like our bodies already know the perfect way to mold to fit.

"Oh please. I promise there are no rodents."

"I think that moving shirt may have a different thing to say," I hastily flip my head over to look.

"You idiot," I slap his chest. No rodents. Of course.

"Night, Snow."

"Night, Baz."

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B A Z

The New Year's passes us, and when the school days start again, Simon moans relentlessly while getting dressed. Complaining about the 'unfortunate timings' and whatnot.