Baz
I'm just about ready to shoot my own foot when the Mage makes his announcement.
The entirety of Watford's six, seven and eighth year magicians are completely screwed. Apparently, we're going on a bloody trip to some site in the woods, one about as far from campus as you can get.
Let me tell you that I fail to see the purpose of how exactly this will be beneficial to any of the magicians attending Watford. Honestly, my best guess is that the Mage is done with our shit, and wants us to get the hell off of campus for a few days to be babysat.
After I hear the words 'campsite' and 'woods' my brain shuts off and I'm no longer listening to what the Mage is rambling about.
Because I know pretty damn well how screwed I am.
If the Mage means to send us over to the woods to sing campfire songs and hold hands, for crowley knows how long, we're going to need sleeping arrangements. I'm just waiting for him to announce that we'll be stuck with our same roommates we have here at Watford.
You know what that means for me, I have to share a cabin with the love of my life, bloody Simon Snow. Shit.
Thank the Lord we're dismissed of today's classes, but we have to pack. We're leaving tomorrow.
I'm have my head in a drawer when I hear the door open, and the person who could only be Simon walk in and drop his things by his bed.
I turn around and start putting some t-shirts in my bag, not even giving him a glance.
"Snow." I say.
"Baz." He says. Then plops down on his bed with an exaggerated sigh.
"We're stuck in a bloody cabin together for a while, aren't we now Snow?
He ignores me and walks into the bathroom, then re-enters holding a few toiletries for the trip.
"We're not in a cabin Baz." I can hear him shuffling things around in his bag. "We're going to be sharing a tent."
What the fuck. "Oh fuck no." What can I say? Sometimes I speak my mind. He whirls around. "You think I'm happy about this, Baz? Because I'm not exactly jumping up and down." He turns back to his bed and continues packing.
I snort. "Not like anyone wants you rolling around with Wellbelove either, Snow."
Simon
The magicians file out of campus bright and early the next morning. Can't say that I was too happy about that.
Someone's reading out the bus list. "Simon Snow and Basilton Pitch!" I trudge over to the doors of the bus. The girl reading off of the list looks up through her glasses at Baz and I.
"You two will be paired for the entirety of this trip, activities included. I want you seated next to each other on this bus, and I'm sure that you're already aware of sleeping arrangements…" She drags her finger along the list and calls the next names.
I crawl into our seat, -which is near the back of the bus, and dump my bag on the ground where I can rest my feet.
I'm not about to strike up conversation with Baz -who settles in next to me, so I rest my head on the window and go to sleep.
Baz
Simon falls asleep about twenty seconds in to this road trip we're calling 'educational', but I'm not complaining. I tilt my head to the side and lean it on the seat.
To anyone, it will look as if I'm enjoying the view of the outdoors. To me, it looks like a beautiful sleeping Snow.
I start to feel tired myself after staring for a while, and my eyelids begin to droop. It doesn't even register in my mind when the bus hits a bump and Simon's eyes fly open, to find me staring at him.
By the time my mind catches up with me, I blink a few times and look the other way, as if nothing happened. I caught the way his eyes widened when he realized I was staring.
Simon
Baz watches me sleep? Does he always do that?
He just… turned away. Not even a sneer, or a scowl, or a snort. "Baz!" I whisper-yell. He turns back around -and there it is, the signature scowl.
I continue my whisper-yelling. "Why the fuck were you just watching me sleep!"
He lets out a breathy laugh. "Wouldn't you like to know."
Baz
Wouldn't he like to know.
I turn back around because I can only take so much pretend-to-hate-the-bloody-love-of-your-life in a day.
Simon grumbles to himself but eventually gets over it. I close my eyes and realize why people sleep during long travels like this. Crowley knows I need some sleep -and to get my thoughts off of Simon.
He's waiting for me in my dreams.
Simon
The bus rolls to a stop a few hours later. The view is actually really beautiful. Rocky mountains and grassy hilltops for miles.
Then my eyes find the crappy site we'll be camping at.
I sigh and turn around, then jump because I'd nearly forgotten Baz was here… and asleep. I have to wake him up.
I lean over to his ear. "Wake up, little vampire." His eyes fly open and he says fuck maybe a little too loudly. The people sitting close to us snicker. He gives me the finger and it makes me smirk.
I can see why Baz finds pissing me off this amusing.
Baz
It's nearly dark when we arrive, and you know what that means! It's sleepy time bye-bye for all of us! I have to share a tent with Simon Snow! I want to die!
Turns out Simon can't put up a tent for shit. Neither can I, not that I tried.
"Cast a spell, will you?" I tell him as wave my hand at the tent. It's so cute when he gets all frustrated. "Why don't you?" He says.
I laugh. "Because you need the practice! Go on now." He grumbles and pulls his wand out of his pocket, pointing it at the pile that is our soon-to-be tent. The one that I'm going to be sharing with Simon against my own will.
I can see that his hand is shaking as he points his wand. Tears prick at his eyes. The only reason I'm able to tell is because of the sun setting, conveniently lighting up his face, and the tears that are probably blurring his vision.
I feel bad.
I can't say I don't because I really do. "Stop." I say. He begins blinking rapidly, a failed attempt at keeping his unshed tears from escaping.
Soon enough a few stray tears roll down his face, but he whips around so he's facing away from me to wipe them away. I grab my wand and spell the tent together.
Then I turn back around to where Simon stood. He shoves past me into the tent, and doesn't look at me for the rest of the night.
