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SIMON
Miss Possibelf has been droning on at the front of the magic words like class for what feels like hours. Really, it's only been 40 minutes according to the time, and she could very well be giving the most interesting class she's ever taught, but I'm not really paying attention if I'm honest.
I slept like shit last night. Baz and I have had a decent amount of peace between us recently, (who knows why) so when he closed the window last night I didn't say anything. I didn't want to start a fight.
It's not often we can go very long without getting into an argument or scrap-up so I guess I was trying to keep the peace.
I've never been so overheated in my life.
BAZ
I'm hopelessly distracted in magic words. I usually pay full attention, answer questions and take pages and pages of notes but I can't do it today. Every time I close my eyes I see Snow.
This in and of itself is not unusual. The numpty takes up a good chunk of my thoughts on a daily basis, unfortunately. But it's different this time. It's specific.
SIMON
It must have been 25 degrees in that room and no amount of huffing or puffing was cooling it down.
I tossed and turned for hours before I finally decided to take off my shirt. Baz was asleep, it's not like he would have noticed. And I always get up before him anyway, eager to get to breakfast.
BAZ
Simon slept practically naked last night.
He was clearly way too hot (in both ways) but he wouldn't get up and close the window.
No, instead he decided to give me a strip tease. Bathed in the moonlight. Like something out of my dreams. Or maybe my nightmares.
I would have closed the window myself to save myself from him if it wouldn't have revealed my being awake.
SIMON
It only took me a few minutes to realise that taking off my shirt wasn't enough. It was still way too hot.
I considered getting up and opening the window while Baz was asleep, but it makes a pretty loud noise so it would definitely wake anyone. Even Baz, who sleeps like the dead (Is he dead? being a vampire and all? Is that why he sleeps so heavily?).
Eventually, I decided I had to take off my trousers too. I looked over at Baz to be sure he was still asleep but it was too dark, I really couldn't tell. so I took them off and dropped them on the ground next to me, stretching myself as far across the bed as I could, making sure no skin was touching, trying to cool down as best I could.
BAZ
He took his shirt off, he took his trousers off and he posed himself on the bed.
I'd like to say he knew what he was doing but he wouldn't have. He's too thick.
SIMON
By the time morning came around I really hadn't slept much. I woke up sweaty at 6 a.m. and took a long, cold shower.
Now, I'm in magic words and I can't pay attention, trying not to fall asleep is taking all the energy I have.
I try to move my pencil between my fingers but even that's too much energy so I end up dropping it to the ground.
I roll my eyes and lean over to grab it.
BAZ
Now I'm in class and can't pay attention to Miss Possibelf's lesson. All I can think about is Snow.
Snow's freckles. Snow's shoulders. Snow's soft-looking hips. The hair that travels down from-
My thoughts are interrupted by a pencil falling to the ground next to me. I crouch down to grab it and bash my head into something. Not something, someone.
SIMON
I pull back, rubbing my forehead, getting a look at what I ran into and meet Baz's grey eyes.
I'm entranced. Maybe it's because I'm tired beyond belief, but I stay there, half leaning over, staring into them. They look softer than usual right now, lacking the venom that's usually behind them. The icyness. Now, they look as entranced as I do.
BAZ
Snow is staring into my eyes. I don't know what he's seeing in them but he won't look away. Not in the challenging way he usually does though. No, this time he's seeing something different.
His eyes dart away from my eyes down to my lips.
Oh. Oh.
My eyes do the same.
SIMON
I think I want to kiss Baz.
I'd say I've never had this thought before but it doesn't feel new. It's definitely a thought I've had before.
BAZ
I want to kiss him. I always want to kiss him.
SIMON
I can't take my eyes away from his lips. I start to lean in-
BAZ
I think he's about to kiss me.
He's starting to lean in so I do the same, keeping my eyes on his lips.
SIMON
"Boys! Sit up! I won't have you fighting over pencils in my classroom today." Miss Possibelf yells, pulling us out of our own little world. "Really, I thought you two could grow up enough to sit next to each other in peace for one hour a lesson. Come on boys." She scolds us.
Oh my god. Was I about to kiss Baz? Was Baz about to kiss me?
In the middle of a class?
We have our own room for Crowley's sake, don't we?
I write on a corner of my notebook and tear it off, passing it to Baz when Miss Possibelf is turned away.
BAZ
our room. next period.
That's all the note says.
I look over to him but he seems truly invested in the lesson now.
I guess I'll have to go to our room in next period. Luckily, neither of us have a lesson then.