Chapter 7
Simon sighed and slumped onto his bed in deeper thought than had ever been in before. He listened the water from the shower pitter on for a few minutes. Minutes turned to an hour as the water shut off, startling Simon out of his half sleep like daze. The door slammed open, showing Baz in red pajama pants. He glared at Simon and ran a hand through his hair.
"Baz?"
"What do you want, Snow?"
"I wanted to ask something… but I kind of think you're going to think this is dumb but… Why do you hate me?" Simon asked, aiming his crystal blue eyes at Baz. The vampire's emotion dropped a few levels as he looked at the blond.
"I guess… because I can, and I probably should."
"But why? You don't seem to like it that much and I would much rather if we just got along for once in our lives."
"Well, maybe for one thing you stand up to the mage and you pretty ,much embody everything that that blowhard stands up for. I'm a pitch, Simon. It's in our nature to hate stupid things like this, and even if I did like it I don't think I could describe why."
"...You called me Simon."
"So what if I did? That doesn't even matter you goody two shoes!" Baz snapped. His body felt slightly warmer than usual and his head was hurting. He knew he should probably be out hunting at this hour, but for some reason he didn't feel like it would be smart to walk out at this point. Simon looked up at him, looking slightly dejected and hurt.
"So… you really think I'm exactly like the Mage?"
"Yes! You both are seemingly perfect but both of you accidentally fuck things up more times than I can count for one thing,-" Baz started before getting cut off by Simon putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Well for one thing I don't hate you or any of the Grimms or Pitches. Hell I don't really hate anyone!" Simon started with a small smile, "It seems silly to think about hating you, actually."
"Really…?"
"Yeah… I mean why would I? Sure you are horrible and always plotting my downfall, but I never really can bring myself to hate you. I can't really seem to put my finger on why."
"In all honesty I don't hate you at all, Snow."
"Really?! But- all the plotting, and traps, and trying to kill me…"
"I told you, I was just doing what I thought I was supposed to do. I didn't really love any of it."
"Well then what would you have done instead?! Be my friend?"
"I guess if I got to choose anything… No I wouldn't want to be one of your friends."
"Why?! I thought you said you didn't hate me!"
"I don't!" baz snapped, the whole situation was making him quite flustered. He quickly swatted Simon's now quite tight hand off of his shoulder, "I actually feel… quite the opposite actually!"