Baz:

He was the sun. The sun that made me live, the one if I touched, I'd get burned and turned into ashes. It was hard, loving someone like Simon Snow. We have hated eachother the moment we met. Or more accurately, he hated me and I fell in love with him the moment my eyes laid on him. We go to Watford, a private bording school, about 20 minutes away from central London.

We were appointed roomates eight years ago and ever since then Snow has been adamant that I've been trying to kill him , when in reality, it was me trying to get his attention, in probably the worst way possible.

We were in Magic Words class and the teacher was teaching us some harder magic words.

"Today, I will be teaching you harder and more complicated words. Such as, "Home sweet home."

There was magic in her words, but not enough to actually send her anywhere. It was a teleportation spell, and very difficult to get right. Sometimes someone would lose a leg because they didn't bring all of them with them. Thats why instead of casting it on ourselves, right now we are casting it on a chair. I'm paired with Snow, Surprise surprise.

He looked at me with his blue eyes. His eyes were just blue, no sapphire blue, no baby blue, no sea blue, no blue with a bit of green in it. Just blue. And his hair was a mass of curly blonde thick hair, and it always fell over his eyes especially when he was hard thinking. It was a horrible habit and it drove me absolutely bonkers. Especially when he wouldn't push it back. I had fantasied about putting my hands through his thick curly hair and pulling his face to mine so I can kiss him. It was such a hard life I lived.

I heared someone call my name and I noticed it was Snow.

"What is it Snow?" I sneer, my eyes looking down at him. I was a good foot taller then him so it was quiet easy to look down at him. I almost wish to see him looking down at me.

"You've been stairing at me for the last five minutes and we haven't even tried to get the spell to work. Are you scheming again?"

If scheming meant finding a way to get into his pants then sure, I've been scheming.

"Nah, not at all."

(AN:/hello guys, this is my first Carry On fanfic and I had just finished it like two days ago. I absolutely LOVE Simon and Baz and I had to write a fanfic about them. So Here is my take on their story)