Simon

Based on the very strange and intense staring contest I had gotten myself into, (somehow), I assumed he wanted an explanation for the earlier, uh, 'events'. There wasn't any other logical reason for why I had woken up to Baz's eyes staring deep into my own. His eyes were dark grey, and especially at night, his eyes resemble black pools of… blackness, I guess. (I'm bloody terrible when it comes to like, speaking words). But tonight, as moonlight from the window I always keep open slowly streams in, and illuminates Baz's sharp features, my breath gets caught in my throat. His eyes seem so silverand the look he's giving me is so dreamy and dazed that it caught me by surprise.

In all of the many years I have known this insufferable git, I have never seen him looking at anyone the way he's looking at me. His normally stoic face is showing more emotion than I would have ever thought possible. Baz looks angry, (because of me, most likely), and he even looks embarrassed, which is a surprise in itself. But what confused me the most, was the crestfallen look of longing that was shown so damn clearly. Of all the things to make the great Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch's emotionless mask fall….. What the fuck was he thinking about?

Baz

Snow's beautiful blue eyes were staring deeply into mine and I was so surprised to find him awake, I just froze, desperately wishing myself to be anywhere but here, instead of being entrapped in Simon Snow's questioning gaze. But I can't look away. His expression is priceless, because he looks confused, annoyed, and a little surprised, but since he just woke up and half of his mess of golden curls are matted against the side of his face and he still has sleep in those blue, blue eyes, he looks like a cranky toddler who was just awoken from a nap. It's fucking adorable. The smart thing to do would've been to roll over and go to sleep or at least close my fucking eyes, but I was not a smart man when it came to the beautiful disaster that is Simon Snow. I opened my mouth to say something and instantly regretted it. "What do you want now, Snow?" Fuck.

Simon

A wave of anger washed over me as I listened to his tired words. He was the one staring at me! "Why were you staring at me while I was trying to bloody sleep?" Damn. The words rolled off my tongue before I could stop them. That cocky bastard would fire insults and sarcastic remarks until I was about to go off or kill him or both. I really didn't want to do this.

Baz

Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut? I was exhausted and I didn't want fight him, but of course, I just had to respond because as you know, my life's one goal is to make Simon Snow's life as miserable as possible. I sighed, "Don't flatter yourself, Snow."

"You didn't answer my question," he whispered harshly as his eyes narrowed with annoyance.

"Go to sleep, Snow," I grumbled

"No!" he exclaimed fiercely.

"Just drop it, Snow."

"What are you plotting, Baz?" he growled through clenched teeth. The sound sent chills down my spine, (I swear his growls will be the death of me), and I scoffed.

"Nothing, Snow."

"Bollocks. Why were you really staring at me?" he asked in a very frustrated tone.

"Just because you think everyone in the world is in love with you doesn't mean they are," I replied cooly. "And as much as you'd like to believe that, it's simply not the case. When in reality, you fail at the simplest of spells, you go off like an H-bomb when you can't control your fucking emotions, and you're overall the worst Chosen One to ever have been chosen."

"And yet, you were still fucking staring at me while I bloody sleep!" Well, that was a surprise. I expected more of an angry, stuttered, half-assed comeback rather than him actually causing me to think, shit, he has a point. To be completely honest, I didn't really know what to say, and let me tell you, that's an impressive feat. I could tell my silence was confusing the bloody hell out of Snow, but I couldn't let him think he had actually caught me off guard. I racked my brain for anything to throw back at him. C'mon Pitch, get it together. This is Simon Snow, not the bloody Queen. Then I just said the first thing that popped into my head.

"Is that so? Than why did you mutter, 'He's, like, kinda hot' under your breath after you saw me naked?" I swear, I could hear Simon's heart stop.