SIMON
I'm pacing the room. My and Baz's room. I'm hot. Both the windows are open. Baz isn't here yet. I don't know where he is. Classes are over for the day, marking the first weekend since Dylan joined us. There's tea after class every day. Then we're free for the afternoon. That's typically when the sports teams practice. Baz would typically go to tea with Dev and Niall, then come back to prepare for Football practice. I'd go watch him to make sure he wouldn't do anything evil.
What if he was never evil? Then what was I watching him for? If his head was just full of being gay and not being evil, then that would mean he was never plotting my demise, he was just... Just what? I don't know. If he knew he was gay, then that would mean he's had a crush before. Who would he have crushed on? How many crushes has he had? Has he ever actually dated? Has he ever kissed anybody? Has he ever thought about kissing someone before Dylan? Just then another thought crosses my mind. Most foreign exchange students who come to Watford only stay for one year then go back to their home country. Especially the Americans. They seem to hold some grudge against Britain over the whole colonization thing still. Not sure why though. Maybe I should ask Dylan.
That's not important. What's important is what Baz will do when Dylan goes back to America this summer. He'll be heartbroken. Especially if Dylan is his first love. Agatha was the first girl I'd ever been interested in. I've never had eyes for another girl since meeting her. She's still beautiful; always has been. And she's stable. She's always there. I know she'll continue to always be there. I've got nothing to worry about with her. There's a future. A solid future. A good wife. She'll mother my children one day. We'll live in a nice house and she'll teach our children to ride. Our children will be just as horsey as she is, and just as beautiful too. And I'll work. I'll become one of the Mage's men. We'll have a stable home for our children, who will grow up to be a part of the respectable Wellbelove family. I haven't told Agatha any of this.
That wasn't what I was supposed to be thinking about either. I'm supposed to be focusing on what I'll say to Baz if he ever gets his arse back up to the top of Mummurs Tower. By the time the door swings open, I'm still not sure what to say.