Baz POV
I wake up hungry, and head out to hunt. As I walk in the door, I feel a drought of sadness. It's our last week at Watford. I don't know what's going to happen with me and Snow.
Simon POV
I woke up this morning knowing what I needed to do. I rolled over, seeing Baz's bed empty as usual. When I first hear him coming up the stairs, I nervously compose myself as he walks into our room. Crowley, I haven't been this nervous since fifth year! The things Baz does to me… I approach Baz, and tell him I need to talk to him.
Baz POV
What is Simon doing? He never acts this nervous… crowley, is he dumping me? I let him sit beside me, but don't meet his eyes.
"Baz? So, school's ending… and I've been thinking about us." Simon continues,
"I was wondering… do you maybe want to move in together after? We could like, I dunno, rent a flat or something."
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
I climb into Simon's lap, my hands in his hair, kissing him. I pull away to say,
"Of course, love. That would be perfect."
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