Chapter 8

Baz looked down at the now confused and shocked looking Simon. He felt his hand inch slowly towards Simon's. Simon's pearly blue eyes stared up at Baz's dull grey ones with sudden joy and hope. His cold skin felt warm as Simon wrapped his tanned arms around Baz's pale frame. Baz felt very comfortable and embarrassed at the same time.

"Snow?"

"Yes, Baz?"

"What are you doing?"

"Hugging you."

"May I ask why?"

"Why? Do you not like it?"

"No… I guess it's… fine. Just a little unexpected."
"I told you, I don't hate anyone, and if you don't hate me… well I've wanted to do this for a while."
"So… wait. Are you into… guys too?" Baz asked with a dull look of hope as he pried Simon away to look at his face. Simon shrugged.

"I never really think about stuff like that, but I- guess? I don't really know. I've liked Agatha, but I also like you a lot too… so, I guess I'd have to say i guess so?"

"How do you just ignore something like that?"

"I don't know, I just do," Simon shrugged again. Baz grumbled and looked as if he was about to lecture Simon to death, making Simon internally groan. Simon placed his hands on Baz's cheeks with a sigh. Baz's eyes widened as Simon slammed their lips together in a very awkward and quick kiss.

"Is that fine?" Simon asked quickly as they pulled away after a few seconds of being lip locked. Baz felt as if he was on fire, erupting from his chest upwards. He meekly nodded at Simon as he stumbled to sit on his bed.

"Baz…? Are you sure that was fine? You look like you're going to pass out or something."

"N-no it's really fine… It's just… I've wanted you to do that for a really long time."

"Really?"

"Yeah…"

"Was it ok?"

"Yeah… you're a really good kisser," Baz complimented with a small smile. Simon

felt heat rising up his face as he grinned at Baz.

"Thanks, Baz," Simon said, grin growing wider, "Wanna go have breakfast with me tomorrow morning?"

"Fine, Simon."

"You called me Simon!"

The End