Baz stood outside the door for a solid five minutes wondering if this was the right thing to do before he summoned up the courage to unlock the door. "Simon" he called out tentatively into the dark "Simon?" Still no reply. / a short slightly angsty but mostly fluffy drabble / the song used is 'Romeo and Juliet' by Dire Straits but I prefer The Killers' version /

Oliver knew that he and Flint had always hated each other, since the very beginning. So why didn't it feel real anymore? Why did it feel like the only reason he hated flint was because he always had. / my first fic so please leave reviews /