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All this week, Baz has been going off without telling me anything. Here I thought he was done with this “plotting” theme he had back in school, but it seems like he’s back at it. I’ve been tempted to follow him to who knows where he goes, but I’m worried. What if he’s cheating on me? Or he’s trying to find the way to kill me this time? Was this his whole plan? Fall in love with me, live together outside of Watford and then kill me? Penny said I shouldn’t be thinking like this. Baz still has family issues. He still hasn’t come out to his family and the Old Families still have blood boiling.
Shoot! The pasta! The pot in front of me was starting to boil over. Water was spilling from the pot onto the stove. Sizzling and mist came from the stove. I pulled the cover off and put it on the counter before pouring the noodles into the bowl. It was already eight and I was starving. I had called Baz to check when he was going to get home, but no answer. I guess he was busy doing who knows what. Probably hunting a deer or something similar. The bottle of blood in the fridge was almost empty. I texted him about that just in case.
I had ate dinner alone again. It feels like I’m living in this flat alone during the day. Once I had finished up, I had texted Baz again. I was started to worried, but nights like this he wouldn't get home until nine or ten. So I shouldn’t worry too much right now. Though the clock was ticking loudly and my anxiety was raising every minute when I didn’t get a reply from the fourth text I sent.
I could hear Baz telling me to calm down right now. I took that advise and focused on breathing. Once I knew I was as relax as I could, I had called up Penny to chat with her. It had been a month or so since we had talked. We had met at the cafe in town and chatted. Now it was on the phone, but it was still nice. I had sat on the couch and grabbed my phone. Before I dialed Penny’s number, I texted Baz once more to tell him I already ate. It felt wrong, but I was hungry.
One ring. Two. “Hello?” A familiar voice sang through the phone’s speaker.
“Hey Penny!” Gosh I sounded a bit too excited to call her, but I love talking to her. It’s just been getting harder to since her sleep schedule has been use to the American time zone (zones?).
“Oh hello Simon. How’s it going?”
I could hear someone else in the background on her end. Did she have a friend over? “It’s good. Oh am I interrupting something? I can call back later if you like.”
“Huh? Oh no. I was just walking home. That’s good.”
“Hmm.. and yourself?”
“Oh it’s great really. I got to skype talk with Micah again.”
I still have yet to meet this Micah from America. He’s the reason Penny wasn’t completely use to our time zone again. She had visited her boyfriend a week ago. Not sure how long it takes for one to get use to the time zone, but I’m glad she’s back.
“That’s great!” Though I hate changing the topic to a different boyfriend, but it’s been bothering me tonight more than ever. “Have you heard from Baz tonight? He isn’t with you is he?”
There was a bit of a silence from her end, but I finally got a response. “Not tonight. He’s not with you?”
I shook my head as I answered. “No. Haven’t gotten a text either. He’s been doing this all week. Disappearing without reason” I should’ve told her sooner, but I guess it has escaped my thoughts.
“Hmm… You sure he’s not dealing with the Old Families issue? Is that still going on?”
“It’s been quite. He’s hasn’t talked about his family really, so maybe?”
“Well that could be it, ask when he gets home.”
“Will do.”
We seemed to talk for a good hour. I got to know that she arrived home safe. It actually made her feel better really. She had told me that she was still working on a way to reverse my wings and tail. Mostly my wings. (Baz enjoyed my tail too much to want it to disappear.) Sadly, she hasn’t found anything, but she wouldn’t give up. I love that about her. So focused on that, but she didn’t have to do that. She even had asked some magicians from America if they had any idea on how to figure this out, no luck.
When we finished, I had checked my texts and noticed I didn’t receive one from Baz. I texted him once again asking where was he. Time was still ticking and no message came through from Baz. Another hour past and I got nothing. I called and left a voicemail.
I was starting to get worried by eleven. I had called up Penny again. I could tell that I had accidentally work her up.
“Hmm.. hello?” Penny answered with a drowsy voice.
“Sorry for waking you Penny, but I still haven’t heard from Baz.” I felt so bad that I woke her up.
“He’s probably fine Simon...maybe getting a midnight snack.” There was a yawn that came from her, slightly muffled.
“Maybe.” Maybe not. “I’ll let you sleep. Night Penny.”
“Night Simon.” The line went dead again.
I was alone in the flat. I turned the teley on just to make it feel more alive. I didn’t pay attention. My eyes were locked on the text app on my phone. I couldn’t keep them open for long.
I felt the vibration on my chest and it jolted me awake. I hadn’t realised that I fallen asleep. The teley was still on and it was was thirty minutes past midnight. I didn’t even read the name of the caller when I had answered it. All I hoped was it wasn’t anyone bring bad news. It was Baz’s number that was causing my phone to vibrate. I was completely shook from my slumberous state. Quickly, I answered it spoke.
“Baz! Oh thank Crowley you answered! I had called Penny to see if you were with her.” I was excited to hear from him, but also I was worried. It’s been almost all day since I had heard from him. It’s not like him. This week has been off for both of us.
“Snow, relax. I’m heading home now. Thirty minutes away.” He seemed focused. I could hear the muffled sound of the automobile in the background. He had me on bluetooth.
I tried to figure out all the places that was about a thirty minute drive from the flat. The town was mainly it and a forest. Was he out for a snack? That might make sense. It had been awhile since he had refilled his stock in the fridge. It took a moment for me to realise the important word in that sentence. ‘Now’. He was heading home now.
“Now?” I was surprised. It was so late and now he’s heading home? What has he been up to and why does he have to stay out so late? I decided to question him. ”Baz what have you been going every other night? You can tell me.” I tried to sound relaxed, but in reality I was worried.
Nothing came through for a bit and I thought he just hit a dead spot for service. (Magic dead spots were still around sadly.) Soon I heard his voice through the mobile. “Family business, Snow. Still a possible war.” No emotion were in his words. The old families are still not on the same terms as everyone wishes. Baz, still a Grimm-Pitch, was in the middle of them.
“Oh...well you should’ve answered my texts Baz.” Disappointment seemed to linger in my words, but that’s because I cared about him. I worry about him too much. “I get worried when you don’t answer any of my messages. Afraid the Numpties got you, or something worse.” He’ll get on my case when he gets home about that.
I wasn’t surprised from the silence he gave me from that, but he soon replied. “Thirty minutes. I’ll be home soon. I’ll see you soon.” I could tell he was trying to focus more on the road than his words.
“Alright. See you soon. I love you.” I spoke happily. I was going to time him to make sure he gets home in thirty minutes. I would go looking for him if he’s a minute late.
“I love you.” He said before I disconnected the call, on accident. I didn’t mean to. My finger had slipped from how I was holding the phone. Hopefully he wouldn’t be mad about that. I sat up and ran my free hand through my hair.
Thirty minutes felt like forever waiting for Baz to come back from who knows where. If only time could go faster. Luckily I was able to shower and get changed before Baz would be home. Even when I jumped out out of the bathroom in my pyjama pants, Baz wasn’t home. I checked the clock on my phone and saw he had five minutes. Still five minutes could feel like hours when you’re waiting for someone to show up. I waited back in the living room until he was home.
Once I had heard the automobile outside I went to answer the door, but it seemed to unlock quicker than I could. I pulled my hand away from the door knob and watch it push forward. The streetlight seemed to flood the hallway and cast a shadow of the figure who had unlocked the door. I stepped back to let the door open all the way and also not get hit by the door. I blinked to let my eyes adjust from the sudden light. Slowly they got use to the light and I figured who the figure was.
Baz. Alive. Unharmed. Safe now in my arms. I couldn’t help but pull him into a hug. He couldn't resist one of my hugs and I felt his arms pull around me. I didn’t want to leave his embrace. Sure it was a touch cold, but the hug was welcoming. I was the one who had let go. A faint yawn had came from him. Staying awake for him every night was now catching up to me. I didn’t want to fall asleep now, but Baz seemed tired too.
“Snow, you need to get some sleep.” He said softly as he dragged his fingers against my cheek. It was the sweet gesture that could’ve just caused me to fall asleep right there. He took my hands and led me to the bedroom.
The bed was too welcoming to say no to. My body just climbed into the bed and laid down. So much more comfortable than the couch. I couldn’t fight it. I was too tired to even notice if Baz changed before getting in bed. He might have said something to me, but I don’t recall anything. Sleep was too strong to say no.
Tomorrow I will talk to him about this. I don’t want to have him disappearing like this without me knowing where. It’s scaring me. I’m just worried about him. We shouldn’t be keeping secrets like this. This is formula for a broken relationship. I don’t want to lose him.