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I sit up quickly as I recognized the name on the screen.
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Friends in common, that makes sense. I have practically half of Watford on my phone, someone must have Baz. He is popular after all, well mostly, his last name is popular. I doubt anyone could be both Baz and my friend at the same time.
I wonder what he uploads. I bet he brags about his life. He probably uploads his fancy Christmas dinner, his expensive gifts, his bloody fantastic life. I realize my finger is almost touching the Add next to his name. I get chills from the idea of having Baz on my phone. I shake my head and start to lay back on the floor.
“Simon!” I jump scared and hit my head on the couch behind me. I turn to see Agatha as I sit up again. “Are you okay?” She smiles apologetically at me. I only nod in response.
I reach for the phone, that fell off my hands. “Fuck.” I swallow.
“What?” There wasn’t any Add option next to Baz’s name anymore, instead, I could Snap him or chat with him. “Simon?” I look up and block my phone.
“I-It’s just…just that the screen scratched when it fell.” I give her a nervous smile. I am so bad with lies. But Agatha brushed it off and only told me that dinner was almost ready.
When she leaves I lay my back on the floor again, this time succeeding.
It’s fine, I’m sure he hasn’t noticed. I can eliminate him. I put my finger on his name, but I don’t do anything else. I just stare blankly at the phone. I notice I’m biting my nail when Agatha calls me again. I give my phone one last glare before locking in it and putting it in my pocket.
I…I’ll do it later.
***
I forgot.
How could I forget? Fuck.
After dinner, Agatha and I watched Doctor Who in her living room. Which clearly was uncomfortable for her. It was her father’s idea to bring me on Christmas break even after we broke up. Well, since she broke up with me. Until now I gave up on trying to talk to her, for now. At least while we are at her parents’ house.
Between all of that, I forgot about my phone. It was late now. Really late, 2 or 3 am. He probably noticed already. When I open Snapchat I am surprised to see that he hasn’t blocked me. I go back to the original plan to eliminate him hoping he didn’t say anything when we're back at Watford.
He uploaded something to his history.
I click on it before I can think on what I’m doing.
My phone goes black, mostly. There are small, bright spots across the screen. It finally hits me, it’s the sky… Lastly, I realized there are words, but the image shuts down too fast for to read it. I click on it again.
Darker things are hidden within you.
I stare blankly at his name on my phone, I open his chat to stare at it instead. What is could he outside at this hour? He usually goes out to the catacombs to eat earlier. What could he be plotting at this hour? I quickly take a photo of the end of the bed, barely illuminated by the moonlight of the window next to me. What are you doing outside?
I lock my phone and rest it on my chest. Though I am still gripping it tightly. I feel my heart beat fast, and my breath quicken. I can almost hear Baz mocking me when we are back at Watford when my phone vibrates in my hand. I unlock it and click on his name fast.
It’s none of your business. Behind his words, there is forest, full of shadows and tall trees that didn’t fit in the picture.
I take a picture of the roof this time. Thanks to the Crucible, we are roommates. I have to know if you are up to something After I send the picture I noticed he immediately opens it. I wait.
It’s the forest again but from a different angle. I have more interesting things other than plotting against you. In the picture there is more of the grass and less of the tress; spread across of it I can see his legs as if he was sitting on the ground. I recognize the pajama pants like the ones he uses more often on Watford. Another comes in, just the grass this time. It might be shocking for you Snow, but the world does revolve around you.
It doesn’t have to be against me I roll my eyes and take another picture of the roof again. There isn’t too much in this room really.
You can sleep in peace, and leave me alone Snow. I’m not plotting. He shows me the sky again, with the top of the trees touching the stars this time.
I frown staring at my phone. What are you doing then??
I already told you it’s none of your business. It’s just his feet are surrounded by grass this time, he is standing this time. Besides, shouldn’t you be cuddling with Wellbelove instead of bothering me?
Penny would definitely tell me not to do this. And she would be right (she is always right). He is the last person I should tell this. Nobody but Penny knows, Baz should not be the second one. But Penny is not here. We broke up. I send it. He opens it but doesn’t respond immediately like before. I get anxious, just when I am about to do something I get the snap.
It’s the forest from afar. It looks different from the forest in Warford, it almost looks more daunting. Maybe the forest is not so bad after all. That’s what you are doing up at 2:43 am then! Moping.
I roll my eyes, hearing his mocking tone in my head. I take a photo of me showing him my middle finger.
I laugh quietly at his answer. Oh, please don’t take a selfie. It’s enough with seeing it every day at Watford. Just his feet again, but this time it’s not grass, it’s carpet instead. He is back his house then. I sigh.
I go back to show him the end of the bed. It’s not like your face is much more pleasant That’s a lie. He has always looked better than me. Not that I’m going to make his ego bigger.
That’s harsh coming from someone texting me at 3 am. His roof is so tall, that I can barely see it in the darkness. Another comes in same picture. As much I enjoyed this little conversation Snow, I need to sleep. You should try it, maybe beauty sleep is what you are missing.
I take another picture of me, sticking my tongue out this time, just to annoy him. Goodnight Baz
Not expecting an answer, I stand up to leave my phone charging. Halfway there, my phone vibrates.
His hair is spread across the pillow, it looks darker, and I see the bump of a half bun. He is mid-rolling his eyes, still, there is a small smirk hanging in his face. The rest of his features loos more intense under the poor light, anyway I noticed the tiniest pigment of pink in his cheeks and lips. My eyes follow to his next, and that small exposed part of his chest.
Goodnight Simon.
He called me Simon.