Why Does He Have to Look Like That?!
Simon
I woke up, breathing hard. Sitting up in bed, I tried to remember what nightmare had awoken me this time. It was always nightmares. It was impossible to think of a time when I wasn't constantly plagued by them. As I blinked a couple times, I realized why my sleep was interrupted. Loud sobs came out of the bathroom. I looked around the room, my eyes adjusting to the darkness and I didn't see Baz anywhere. I turned, and saw light coming from under the bathroom door.
The sobs got louder and I quickly threw the covers off of me and padded over to the bathroom. All I could hear was crying. It sounded so familiar, but I just didn't know why... Then, I realized it. This was the sound of, well, of me. It was the sound of someone who's given up. It was the sound of someone that had absolutely no words that could even come close to explaining how they felt. It was crying until you run out of tears, and you're just sitting there, gasping for air. I should know, because I'm constantly crying like that.
I pounded on the door and yelled, "BAZ! ARE YOU OKAY?!" The sobbing only got louder. I twisted the doorknob, but it was locked. I slammed my shoulder against the door but it didn't budge. "Shit," I thought. The door was still closed and now my shoulder hurt, but I was determined. Another heartbreaking sob resounded from the bathroom and I had had enough. I snatched my wand from the table, (for all I know, he's being attacked and I've just been standing here like an idiot the whole time), and I yell at the door, "Open Sesame!" The door flies off of its hinges and it crashes into the bathroom, knocking down the shower curtain in the process.
I stepped in and started to ask what the hell was going on, but the words got caught in my throat. I must have not heard the water running in the background, because Baz was obviously taking a shower. "Oh," was all I could think.
Baz
My skin, my clothes, even my hair smelled disgusting. It was my own idiocy that caused me to eat that absolutely revolting merewolf. I hadn't fed in five days and when I walked into my room earlier, I turned on my heel and walked right back out, because as soon as I opened that door, Simon was everywhere.
I could see him, smell him, hear him, hell, I could even taste him. He glanced up from the book he was attempting to study, and looked at me with those bloody, blue eyes and all I could smell was his damn sunshiney and cinnamon scent and I could hear his crimson warm blood gushing through his veins. I was so close to just saying, "Fuck it," and climbing on top of him, shoving his head back, and draining him on the spot. But I couldn't. So I left. I was so hungry and it was already dark so I decided to catch a merewolf. They're absolutely vile creatures and they taste awful, but they had more blood than rats and I was desperate. Now I wonder if it was worth it.
As I walk back into the room, Simon smells just as tempting, maybe even more so. He looks so beautiful when he's asleep. His golden curls are spilled across his pillowcase and the moles that are splashed across his tawny skin make me want to cry. I step closer to his bed and I know I shouldn't, but I just want to reach out and lightly brush my fingers across his warm skin. So I do. He stirs, and mumbles something about scones. My lips smile slightly, because even in his sleep, the boy is dreaming about his beloved sour cherry scones. "God, I love him." I whisper this to no one, because I don't want anyone to hear me. A sigh escapes me and I trudge off to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
The door closes behind me and I lock it. My clothes quickly fall to the floor as I step into the shower and yank the curtain closed. The water heats up to the point where it would probably be too much for anyone that wasn't me. The water was hot and steamy, but I was still cold. I was always cold. I hated it. I hated myself. I hated the world, because why shouldn't I? The world stole away my humanity and replaced it with the monster that murdered my beautiful mother. The world gave me a family that didn't care about me. The world made me fall in love with a boy that will never love me back. And the world made that boy my roommate.
A tear streaked down my face and I clenched my jaw, trying to hold everything back, but it was too late. More and more tears fell from my eyes and mixed with the hot water that only made me feel colder. A giant sob escaped my lips and I was so worried that Simon would hear me, that I only cried harder. My wand was sitting on the counter by the shower, so I reached out and grasped it. My hand shook as I pointed it at myself and sobbed out, "Q-Quiet-t-t as-s-s- a m-m-mous-se." I let my wand drop to the floor and a huge sob racked my body. I wasn't even going to try to stop. What was the point? I hadn't cried like this since my mother died, and it felt so good to let it all come crashing out.
Out of nowhere, I heard a faint voice. It sounded like Simon, but he was asleep, probably dreaming about scones and ways to finally end me. Just thinking about him made me cry even harder. I couldn't breathe and I was gasping and gasping for air when, "BANG!" The door flew off of it's hinges and knocked down the shower curtain that was hiding me from the world. I whipped around, and I couldn't believe it. Simon fucking Snow was standing right there, in the doorway, staring at me while I was completely naked. I. Couldn't. Believe. It.
Simon
My mind was completely blank. I had forgotten how to breathe, how to move, how to think. I didn't remember my name or where I was or what I was doing there. Ironically enough, I knew exactly what was going on. Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch was standing in front of me, bare-ass naked. There were so many things about Baz that I didn't know, (and didn't know I wanted to know), like how despite his tall, lanky stature, he had muscles. Baz had muscles. His arms were long, but he definitely had strong biceps. He had prominent shoulders andhis pale chest looked like it had been carved from marble. It was hard and smooth and flawless, with slight muscles that just defined his chest even more. His lower abdomen had the shadow of a six pack and when my eyes darted further down, my slightly pink face now flushed a deep red. I was so fucked. I quickly looked up to meet his grey eyes. They were wet. Well technically, every part of him was wet, (he was showering for fucks sake), but his eyes glistened and they were a little puffy underneath. Well, he was crying pretty hard before I…. uh… interrupted. "Fuck," I breathed, because that was all I could think to say.
Baz
Obviously my spell didn't work. He totally heard me crying. It's just like him, you know. Something's wrong and he has to rip the fucking door off of it's fucking hinges. Then I wondered if he was actually worried about me. I quickly banished the thought, because I had more pressing issues at hand. Simon was staring at me with wide eyes. His eyes moved from my shoulders, to my chest, then to my lower abdomen. When his eyes went lower, he flushed a deep red and I suddenly became very insecure and nervous and decided it was now time to freak out.
I frantically reached out for my towel and quickly wrapped it around my waist. Unfortunately, in my emotional wreck, I had a grabbed a towel barely bigger than a washcloth and now, it's made very little difference. Finally, my embarrassment and shock morphed into anger and I exploded. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, SNOW?!" He wouldn't meet my eyes and kept looking at his feet as he wrung his hands and stammered out, "I-I-I….t-tried...heard..h-heard crying….h-help…I-I d-don't know….sh-shower….I…..I'll l-leave." He turned around, stumbled, then muttered something under his breath so quiet that the only reason I could hear it was my enhanced senses. "He's evil… why does he have to look like that?! He's, like, kinda hot. I-I mean, what? Shit, Baz, fuck." My whole face flushed pink and felt really warm. Leave it to Simon Snow to make a fucking vampire blush.