*The characters or settings in this work are the property of the wonderful Rainbow Rowell except for certain original characters*
Baz
I wake up and Blake is already gone. It's like this every morning. I wake up and he's gone. At first I just thought he was going to breakfast early. But in two months I have yet to see him there.
First class of the day: Greek. I walk in late but I'm not worried when I hear my classmate practicing conjugating verbs that I knew in fourth grade. I like being at the top of my class but it would be nice to have some competition, just once.
Classes drone on all morning. I am starving by the time lunch rolls around. Too bad that don't have what I like to eat on the menu.
I'm walking up to the door to our room after classes our done. I am about to turn the knob when I hear it. Crying. Blake is in our room crying, no sobbing, like a little girl.
Blake
I can't stand it anymore. I hate everything that I am now. I left class this morning early. I said I was going to the bathroom and I ended up here, in my bed crying all day.
I didn't hear Baz come in. Even if I did I don't know if I would have cared. I already know that he hates me. He is such a prick, it's not like I like him much either. I know he will laugh and tell everyone what a baby I am for crying but I just don't care. Nothing seems to matter anymore. I just can't take it anymore. I am going to leave. I am going to run and find a way to change back. I don't care if that devil finds me. Death would be better than all of this.
Baz
I'm in the room and he just keeps crying. Maybe he didn't hear me come in.
"Blake aren't you tired of being such a girl! Seriously will you just shut up already." I shout at him. He doesn't look at me, he doesn't respond. He just shifts away from me and keeps crying.
But he isn't just crying or sobbing. His whole body is shaking. He is rocking back and forth and he really doesn't look good.
Dammit Blake, stop it. Stop crying before you make me do something I shouldn't. Stop making me care so much!
I reach out but stop myself. What would I do anyway?
"Blake"
He isn't listening
"BLAKE" I say with magic. He stops then and looks at me. I see his face all red and puffy and realize he must have been here like this for a while. He stopped crying but he is still shaking. I thinks he is scared and I hope he's not scared of me.
"What are doing" I ask him but he just stares at me blankly. No, he stares through me like I'm not there at all.
"Dammit Blake, what is going on! I may not like you very much but seeing as how we share a room it would be nice if you could figure your shit out and just shut up. I need some peace and quiet it's been a long day and you are not helping." I feel bad. I want to be next to him asking what's wrong, comforting him. But I can't. He's my enemy.
He looks away for a second and I think he is about to start balling again when he doesn't. He just stands up and walks out of the room. He leaves just like that without a word.
I am confused but I am more pissed.
Blake
I can't feel my feet or my legs. I am moving I think but I don't know where I am going. I feel empty, hallow. It's like I'm floating away on the breath of the wind. I just want to go to sleep but when I look down I realize that I am running.
Baz
Its been two months. Two months since Blake showed up. Two months of a new roommate. He didn't seem real at first. He didn't act like everyone else. He walked a little too straight. His hair was a mix of a dandelion and the sun. It was a little too perfect. He is a little too perfect.
We didn't get along at first. We still don't. I didn't want a roommate. The first couple of years I was stuck with Snow. He was even worse, such a prick. I thought I was going to kill him, I wanted to kill him but he ended up saving the world by stopping himself from destroying it (its complicated). In the process though he lost his magic and went back to the world of Normals. I ended up without a roommate which was perfectly fine with me. I had a single and didn't have to worry about getting hungry and hurting someone.
Then came Blake. He was new but not a first year. He was an eighth year like me. I still don't get it though. He has never been to school that wasn't Normal, how did he end up here? He always avoids the question.
We started fighting a lot. I would scream, he would swear and scowl. I'm used to hating my roommate. I'm not used to liking one. And I like Aliston Blake. I've known for a while now but it just makes me hate him more. It would be different if he weren't my roommate. It'd be different if he were a girl. It'd be different if I were a queer.
Blake
I don't stop. I can't stop. I just keep running. Through the gates, over the lawn, toward the Wavering Wood. When I'm running I can't think. I like not thinking.