"Up, up and away," Simon said once more, trying to make the feather move up.

He swept his honey-brown hair out of his eyes and sighed. Baz, who was on the other side of the room, looked in pity at the struggling boy. He looked at Simon, amused. He was just waiting for that moment for Simon to give up, that one little thing that would throw him off…

"Agghch!" Simon said in annoyance, throwing the feather away. It only floated down slowly. Baz smirked and sat down across the frustrated boy. His honey-brown hair seemed to flash. The angle where the light hit him seemed to make it whiter. Simon's eyes were cast to the floor, deep in thought. He looked like an angel, Baz thought. He shook his head, as if it would make the thought go away.

"Baz?"

Baz jumped, not expecting to hear Simon's voice.

"Yeah, Snow?" He replied, looking Simon. He was trying to not look at his face, afraid that he might kiss his pink lips.

Baz was scared at first; not knowing this new feeling Simon gave him. Every time Simon would sweep his hair off his face, it gave Baz butterflies. He wasn't sure of himself. Falling in love with his roommate? A boy? He asked Agatha about it, the time they hung out in the forest. He was bawling his eyes out and Agatha pat his shoulder. This feeling Snow gave him was so unnatural and nothing Baz felt in his life could amount to it. He was in love. He was so in love with Simon that he would follow his eyes around the room as if it were the brightest thing. His heart hurt just thinking of him and how he would never love a vampire. Boy or girl.

"Gah, Vampires," Simon hissed, putting his book down and cringing.

Baz gulped. He wasn't so sure anymore.

"I hate vampires. You know? I'm going to kill them."

Baz wanted to burn himself—on the spot. If Simon ever knew about what he was…

"Baz? Baaaaaaz?" Simon prolonged the vowels in the other boy's name. Baz's eyes were so distant; so out-of-this-world.

The raven-haired boy didn't move. He was still stuck in his different world. Simon waved his hand in front of Baz's face. He yelled in his ear. He ruffled his hair—which would normally get Simon a slap in the face. (Baz hated anyone who touched his slick hair.)

"Morgan's grace, Baz," Simon mumbled, his cheeks growing pink on the thought of the next thing he was about to do, "You're forcing me to go to extremes."

Simon let their foreheads touch and closed his eyes. He tilted his head to the side and let his chapped lips touch Baz's own. Baz's lips were so soft and tasted of apples. Simon broke the kiss and Baz opened his eyes. He wasn't going to let Simon see him cry. Especially after the kiss they shared. His first proper kiss in fact. Simon would've never kissed him if he knew what he really was. A monster.

"Simon…I…"

"Baz…I…"

Baz couldn't take it anymore. He had to tell him. "I'm a vampire."

Simon smiled. "I know."

"What?" Baz asked in bewilderment. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened.

"I would never kill you, Baz. I love you."

Simon let their foreheads touch and caught Baz's hands. They were bigger than his. He intertwined their fingers and whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

"I love you, Baz—vampire or not. I love you just the way you are. You don't need to be scared."