A/N Sorry for the inconsistency. I just started school and I've been busy with Marching Band and I'm a mess. Lol. If I hadn't gotten your guys' comments, I don't think it would have been continued. Thank you so much! Hope you enjoy it! :D

*Simon*

I haven't seen Baz.

The last time I saw him was yesterday in class. He hasn't been in our room two days. (Well not that I know of at least.) I have a feeling that he might have been in the catacombs (Just because...stuff happened doesn't mean I still don't think he's a vampire.) Now I'm starting to wonder if I've offended him or made him uncomfortable.

Now I feel bad.

I should stop thinking

I told Penny that he hasn't been in our room (I did not tell her about...the other stuff.) She told me I was probably just too oblivious to notice if he even had been there. That's when I told her that I had stayed up both nights waiting for him...

She stared at me blankly for a while after that.

Then she told me I was officially obsessed I don't think so. I think my reasoning is perfectly reasonable. I told her that he's obviously planning something big. She said I was starting to sound like the Joker. You know, the one that tells Batman he'd be nothing without him. It doesn't make any sense to me.

I mean, the Joker doesn't snog Batman.

The one thing that bothers me is that he never looks at me. Never. There always used to be the glares, passing sneers, and snide comments. Now there's nothing. I'm worried. I wonder if I went too far.

I failed my maths test because I wasn't studying or paying attention. Now Penny's making me study with her.

"You know Simon," she says looping her arm through mine and pulling me with her. "Maybe you're not obsessed with Baz."

"Not maybe," I deny. "I'm definitely not."

"That's not what I meant," she says with a huff.

"Then what do you mean?"

"Nevermind," she murmurs as we enter the library. I shrug.

We set our things down at a table somewhat close to the creepy librarian's desk. She begins taking our her notes and going through what I missed. I manage to catch most of it and figure out the rest on my own. I'm on the last question of my homework when the door clatters.

Then I see him.

He looks annoyingly perfect. Even more so than usual. His hair is looks as soft and sleek as ever. His eyes are bright and his cheeks are unusually full of color. And his eyes-

They're looking at me. There's no glare...but there's something. I stare at him he turns away and sits down. I wait for him to look up at me.

"Hey-" Penny starts. She glances back and forth and then just lets out a sigh. "Whatever," she mumbles and gets up.

"Wait," I say glancing up at her. "Where are you going?"

Baz turns and looks at me. He starts to get up and-

"I was just going," she starts to gesture with her arm.

"Okay, great," I rush. "I gotta go do something."

He's going behind the shelves in the backs. Nobody ever goes back there.

I went back there once. I was bored one day and was looking for a new hiding spot. When I opened a book, actual dust bunnies hopped out. Apparently that happens with magickal books if they're not opened very often.

When I reach him he's running his fingers across the spines of the old books. I know he hears me, but he doesn't look back.

I don't know if I want to punch him or kiss him...

Maybe both.

Instead, I wrap my arms around him from behind and rest my forehead on his shoulder. He lets out a tiny surprised gasp. I grin.

"Snow," he says. He turns around facing me, no longer in my grasp.

"No," I say as my lips turn into a frown. He turns around and looks at me.

"What," he asks blankly.

"You don't get to do that."

"Do what?"

"You don't get to be close to me and then...just..." I tug on my hair searching for answers. "Act like you used to."

"Well get used to it," he says leaning down. "Because that's who I am. I would've thought that you've noticed by now."

"But it's not," I whine. "And I don't want it to be like that."

"Then how do want it to be...Simon," he's close now. Very close. He's looking at my lips.

"Like this," I whisper.

*Baz*

He's kissing me.

I don't know if I'm doing this right, but he hasn't complained so far. All I know is that I don't want this to end. Because it will end. Eventually. It's all just a matter of time.

My hands are at his waist and his hands are on my chest. He pushes me into the shelf behind me. My hands move to his hair and I tug lightly. He makes a sound. A small groan escapes from my lips. I want to hear it again.

I feel him smile against my lips.

He starts to move his lips to the corner of my mouth, my cheek, my jaw. He's leaving a trail down my neck and ends at my collar bone. My hands move to the base of his neck as he moves back to face me. I start to pull him towards me, but he leans up and places his lips on my nos-

"Ow," I whisper shout. He steps back grinning. "Did you just-" He's bent over now, cackling. "Did you just bite my nose," I exclaim.

He straightens back up and attempts to compose himself. "This is war, honey," he says leaning close. The only thing that registers at the moment is his smile. He's smiling. At me...I love it. "Of course you're gonna feel a little pain."

With that, he struts off and leaves me behind gaping. I begin to wonder what kind of war this even is...

I'm still trying to register what he just did...

Simon Snow kissed my collar bone.

Simon Snow bit me.

Simon Snow...called me honey?!

Wait...what?!