I have three notes to tack onto the start of all this.
1) This is my first fanfic, it may be total rubbish
2) This is set in the 9th year at Watford and the summer beforehand. The spring ball never happened.
3) Enjoy it!
SIMON
I know he won't be here for another few hours ( four hours, thirty-seven minutes at least), but I'm waiting here for him. Seven months is a long time. I've done a online course in history of politics;I can't leave the house with my wings, and I can't m-... hide them, so I stay in. Money hasn't been a problem. Penny finally found a spell for her seventh year assessment: Money, money. It...uh... gives you money. (Penny's mortified by it. She says using it is cheating at life, and so won't. Baz has no such morals and c-... takes care of it for me.) But online classes, ordered in food, and a treadmill are a poor substitute for a boyfriend and friends...
So I'm here to surprise Baz. Well... he did invite me over for the summer. But he thinks I'm coming tomorrow. I'm actually waiting for him at the driveway to his house. It kinda hurts to be back here, what with all that happened last time. But I refuse to think about that. About Watford, and about ma- I raise a (slightly numbed) fist and hit my forehead with it. No thinking! I'll be fine here, and I'll be with Baz for two whole months over the summer. We're banking on the fact that his parents don't chuck me out immediately.. They probably won't...
I settle down on the grad and wait for Baz's car to appear over the rise in the road.
BAZ
I haven't been sleeping well lately. Or rather, I haven't been sleeping well for five months. The first two months I barely slept at all. I couldn't sleep in that room without Simon (bloody pathetic, I know), not when he's been a major constant in my life for nearly seven years. I only started sleeping again after I collapsed halfway through a history class.
We have exchanged letters a few times, but I miss him more than I feel comfortable admitting. So when I first see him lying at the top of my driveway, I freak out. I jam the brakes on and jump out before it's properly stopped.
I think Simon's dead. He's lying on the grass, with no-one else here, not moving. I'm just about to flip out completely, when I notice five things:
1) His bags are stacked next to him. (Stupid)
2) He's cradling his head in his hands.(I'm stupid)
3) There's no blood. (Outside of him, anyway). (So stupid).
4) He's breathing gently through his mouth.( Still a mouth breather) (I'm so bloody stupid)
5) Somehow, he's got even more gorgeous in the time since I've seen him last.(I'm hopeless)
In short, the idiot's been sleeping at the top of my drive. With his wings out. Crowley, its a good thing no normals come near this place much- just a few tourists, and never halfway through June. The sleeping demon at the top of the drive would have been hard to explain.
By the time I'm close enough to hear his heart, I'm furious.
SIMON
"Fuck, Snow!"
Someone's shaking me.
"Snow, wake up!"
I groan, but stay put.
"Early to bed, early to rise!"
I jerk awake. Baz is standing over me, wand in his hand. "Baz! You just- fuck! You cast a spell on me!"
The spell didn't do any damage, but I don't like having magic used on me. Not any more.
Baz is scowling at me. God, I've missed him scowling at me.
"What were you doing!?"
"Waiting for you?"
It comes out a question.
"With your wings out in broad daylight! In the open! No-one to help you! You can't just protect yourself anymore! Crowley, Snow, what if a normal came?" That stings, and I don't really have a response for it, so I change the subject. It hurts that all he can do is shout at me when we haven't seen each other for months. But still...
"God, Baz, I've missed you."
He pauses, derailed from his earlier rant, and looks at me. I can see now that he's just worried. And there are bags under his eyes. He hasn't been sleeping.
"And I missed you, Snow."
"You called me Simon before."
He raises his eyes to the heavens as I bring up the old argument/ teasing joke.
"Shut up, Simon."
And he kisses me hello.