Baz leant against Simon's green apartment door, casually brushing against the doorbell. The door came open almost immediately, not giving Baz time to step away from the door. From the floor, Baz looked up, expecting to see Simon's bare feet. Buckled shoes, argyle stockings, a plaid skirt- not Simon.
"Bunce!" said Baz, getting up and brushing off his pants. "This jacket cost more than your college tuition," Penelope scoffed. "Also, you spilled Simon's latte. He's going to be pissed." they heard Simon's "what? You spilled my fucking latte?" Baz gave Penny a knowing look and proceeded into the apartment. "There he is," said Baz, wrapping his hands around Simon's waist, "my beautiful boyfriend," Penelope scoffed again as they kissed. "I can't believe you spilled my latte," whispered Simon into Baz's ear. "Y'know, this tea isn't going to drink itself," Simon's hand slid down to Baz's- "and scones," Simon's body slid out of Baz's grip as she said the second syllable of the word. "Bunce, I think Simon loves scones more than me," "It's true," yelled Simon from the kitchen. Baz sat down, pulling his phone from his pocket and opening Instagram. He scrolled through, mostly acquaintances from Watford and distant Pitch family members, and the occasional party pic from Fiona. He looked back up, to see Simon standing in a white T-shirt and jeans with a scone in one hand and a steaming mug in the other. "Alastair Crowley, Snow, do you have to stuff your face?" Simon nodded and smiled, crumbs spilling out from his mouth causing Baz to cringe and cover his eyes. Simon sat down next to Baz, practically on his lap. "Hey Bunce, you might want to clean up that latte that you spilled," there was a growl from the kitchen. "You spilled that fucking latte, Basilton, you clean it up," "it's not my appartment!" retaliated Baz. "I wanted that latte." whispered Simon into his ear.