Simon
I buried my face deeper into my pillow and wished that I wasn't so bloody nice. You just had to barge in there and see if he was okay, didn't you? Why do you even care? He doesn't give a shit about you, so why would you worry about him? I honestly didn't know. It's funny how I had all the questions but I never had the answers. I guess it was because he just sounded so much like I did when I was done with the bloody world. It was like listening to a mirror. Wait, what? That doesn't make any sen- my stupid thoughts were interrupted by Baz muttering a spell at the bathroom door.
I lifted my head off the pillow a few inches, and I watched it blink a couple times, like it was gaining a new life from a video game, and was suddenly fixed. I would have to ask him about that later. For now, I needed to focus on the task at hand. Acting like I was asleep even though we both knew damn well I was wide awake.
He messed around in the bathroom for a few more minutes, probably doing his insane teeth cleaning routine. God, he's so fucking stuck up. The newly fixed door slowly opened and the light flicked off, the darkness swallowing our room. I could hear Baz pad across the floor to his bed. The bed creaked a little and Baz wrestled with the covers before stilling. The silence was unnatural, and we were both breathing uneasily. He shifted around, and after a few minutes, his breaths were more far apart and even. A soft sigh made it past my lips and into the quiet of the room as I peeled away from the pillow I had been hiding in. Finally comfortable, my eyes closed and my muscles relaxed… until it felt like I was being watched. My eyes fluttered open, and then grew wide. That bastard! Staring at me while I'm sleeping, who does he think he is?! Why would he be staring at me anyways? He has nothing to stare at me fo- I blushed a deep red as all the images from the bathroom fiasco flashed through my mind.
Baz
As the initial shock of bloody Simon Snow seeing me without any clothes on and then putting his insanely interesting comment away to be thought about when I allowed myself to think about those things, I began to complete the tasks I had come to the bathroom for in the first place. I started to reach for my deep-cleaning toothbrush, (being an always hungry vampire is not easy, especially when it comes to your whole mouth always tasting like fucking rat blood), but I stopped because the bloody door was still on the ground, tangled up with the shower curtain. I scooped up my wand from the floor and stepped outside of the bathroom, grumbling about how much of a fucking idiot Snow is sometimes.
As I pointed my wand at the door, I muttered a spell I had been curious about trying. "Fix It, Felix!" Ever since I watched that annoying Disney movie with Mordelia, I couldn't help but wonder if there was even a bit of magic behind the words. (Disney movie spells usually had pretty good results, seeing how popular and widespread they were) Obviously there was, because the door disappeared and reappeared, like how Felix gained a new life when he died in the movie, until the door was safely back on it's hinges.
I finished up in the bathroom and let my vampire eyesight take over as I turned off the light, and as the darkness swept over the room. My lips turned up to a smirk as I watched Snow bury his face into his pillow and act like he was asleep. If he didn't want to face me and be a big boy, fine. I had regained my cool and could take him on any time. I was ready for anything he could think to throw at me. I slipped into my bed and messed around with the covers until I was comfortable. Then, I stopped moving and was silent.
Snow tensed, so I started to exaggerate my breathing, slowing it until I was breathing nice and even. He sighed and lifted his face from his pillow shifting himself so he was somewhat faced towards me. I turned to face him, believing I was composed enough to resist Snow's sleepy features. I just had to look at him, especially after those insanely confusing and absolutely crazy words he muttered under his breath. I just had to. He relaxed and his eyes fluttered closed. I was wrong, because as soon as my eyes found his closed ones, my breath hitched in my throat and I felt so damn defeated. What was the fucking point anymore. He hated me and I…. I just loved him so, so much. All of a sudden his eyes flew open, and he blushed a deep red as he met my focused stare. Fuck.