BAZ
Today is gonna be perfect. I spent whole months on research, study and preparation for this day. If only effort matters, I´ve succeeded already. But Snow is Snow. One would never be certain what will come next if Snow´s around. He´s just incredible. Who else would conjure himself wings and tail, and then simply get rid of his magic? Simon Snow is an oaf. And I will never stop loving him for it. Who else would be capable of such sacrifice?
Over time, I realized that the greatest acceptance that you can get from Simon Snow is that he puts you to the last place of his value list, behind everyone and the world. The place you share with no one else but Snow. And then there comes the time when the world is content and Simon is just yours. I know I can´t expect anything like fireworks or bursts of ecstasy but these are the moments of complete safety and warm embraces. These moments are worth living.
That´s why I am leaning against the wall waiting for one incomplete reptile. He was supposed to be here. He does this to me all the time. How would he like if he had to wait for me somewhere? He´d be crazy thinking about the devilish plans I´d plan for him. Where can he be? He´s ten minutes late already. Obviously, he´s helping some old woman to cross the street and next he will do the shopping for her. Screw you.
Fifteen minutes. Stoic pose faded away. I put my hands in my pockets. I hold the phone and I try to convince myself that I don´t want to look at it every single second. What if Snow sends me a text? No, it wasn´t his style. I imagine him how he runs and attacks each puddle crossing his path. He appears breathless covered with mud and dirt like he always does.
"I´m here," Simon still wheezes, broken in waist he tries to cope with his unexpected exercise. In the moment I lean down to him to show regret over his lack of condition, he straightens up with the speed of flash. I move instantly. That was so close. If I hadn´t such fast reflexes, I´d lose my nose. He asks, curls still floating in the air: "Are you waiting long?" I´d like to kill him for it immediately. But I stay calm.
"What do you think?" I answer with a question.
I don´t own Simon or Baz. They are greater than I can make them. And also, please excuse my language, I make a lot of mistakes that I´m not able to correct. I hope I writing style won´t disgust you.