What could've happened... (snowbaz, boyxboy)

Thinking...

Baz POV

I walk slowly in the wavering wood. Thoughts ponce in my brain, ideas and solutions latching on to every problem but they always seem to break apart until only one solution is left for me to consider. Disappear, die, go away, Run. Anyway I fraise it it always comes out pathetic. I swallow my anxiety and start to think about what would happen if I did just, disappear. Fiona would be angry, probably track me down and kill me herself, That is if I hadn't done it already. My father would be relived, as I'm sure the rest of my family would. As for Snow? I think he would be happy, content even. He would finally have me out of the way, even though I know he would love to kill me himself. He could have Wellbelove all to himself. My heart aches when I think of them together. Of him kissing her and holding her hand. I know that me and him will never happen but that doesn't mean I'm not jealous as hell.

I reach a small pond and stop, looking down at my reflection. It makes me want to laugh, How strong and confident I look and yet in my head I'm so close to breaking down in to tears. I smile, then I laugh. Suddenly I'm on the ground, my knees and lower legs are in the cold, misty water, my hands are in my hair, grabbing it and holding it tightly. I laugh so hard, tears are streaking down my pale face. My heart is laughing with me, it beats five times as much as it did twenty seconds ago. The wood around me seems to go silent, every magical thing in it listening to my hysterical, on edge laughter. But the moment it starts, it stops. The moment i realize how crazy and off balance i must look, i stop.

I slowly start to pick myself up out of the water and mud. As if things aren't bad enough, I lean a tiny bit to far forward and topal straight in to the water. It pushed the breath from my lungs, soon after replacing it with muggy water. The small pond was so shallow that once i was in, i was pretty much half way out. A sharp rock found its way on my side, causing a sharp flash of pain, making me try and draw in some air, only to realize that my head is still underwater and i keep breathing the stupid water. I pull my head out and stand up, wincing at small but uncomfortable pains in my side. I don't fall as i make my way out of the pond and back the way i came.

I don't regret anything about this little walk, i have learned a lot about myself, I am a crazy, possibly depressed, gay, vampire. Great.
The thing i do regret however, is forgetting my wand in the mummers house. If i didnt do that then i wouldnt be wincing everytime i took a step and was forced to take off my shoes and socks once i reached the baseball pitch.

When i finally reach the mummers house, I'm cold,tired, and hurting. So to find Snow pacing anxiously around the room at one a.m doesn't shake me all that much. All i want to do is sleep.

His head snaps up when i open the door, "Where have you been?" he asks in a suspicious growl.

I walk past him, drop my shoes on the floor by my bed and grab my pajamas. I turn back around to see a pissed off snow.

"Out." i reply far too late.

"Where?"

"Jesus, Snow. Why do care? What? Did you think i was out plotting your demise?" I sneer.

"Well were you?"

"Fuck, i went for a walk." I say as I push past him and stride towards the bathroom.

"Oh, so i guess you were just "walking" with Agatha in the wood that day then." Snow sneered.

I ignored him and went into the washroom to shower and change.

I knew that simon had saw us in the wood that day, i don't know why i had grabbed her hands and looked all "lovey-dovey" in her eyes. I guess it was just to make simon jealous. Or maybe it was because I could use Agatha as back-up. I could marry her and have her children. Make simon wish he was never born. My father would be over the hills with that arrangement, Agatha isn't powerful but she is absolutely stunning.

I turned on the shower and let the cool water flow over me.

But she doesn't have those boring blue eyes or messy blonde hair. She isn't awful at magic or bad at forming proper sentences. She isn't...
Simon snow. She isn't the chosen one, the mages heir, the golden boy, whatever you want to call him. She isn't HIM. I wish she was, She is smarter and stunning, she is prefect. I should just marry her to piss off snow. I should, but i wont.

I turn off the water and bow my head. I force the part of me that hates snow out in front, making it take charge of my brain.

Pulling the towel from my damp hair and pulling my silk pajamas i think about every bad thing about Snow.

Then, i open the bathroom door and walk forward.

Snow is sitting on his bed, looking flustered, his cheeks are red and he is breathing heavy.

"What the hell is wrong with you snow? Did you decide to take up jogging? If so, finally, you were starting to REALLY get over weight." i put more sarcasm in the statement then i meant to.

"Uh.. Yeah. I guess. Yeah." He mumbled then turned away from me, hiding under his covers.

My brow furrowed. What is wrong with him? Did someone hurt him? Did he hurt himself (idiot probably wouldn't even notice) Did him and Bunce get in a fight? Or was he really out jogging?

I turned off the lights and slipped into bed. Turning over on my side to watch snow. His breathing was muffled under the blanket but i could still hear it. His silent, breathless gasps, the tears slipping down his face. Something was wrong. And it was going to keep me up all night if i didn't deal with it now.

"What the fuck is wrong with you snow?" I whispered into the moonlit night. (i didn't say i would deal with it nicely)

"None of your business." he attempted to sneer but sobs got in the way.

I kicked my blankets off of me and sat up, facing him. "Clearly there is something wrong, so spill. I actually want some sleep tonight, snow."

"I never denied that there was something wrong, i just told you it wasn't your business. It still isn't. And if you want to sleep, sleep. I'm not stopping you." He said in one harsh breath.

I stayed sitting. Staring at him. I kept my breath perfectly level so not to show how much i wanted to kiss him. Or kill him. Or a bit of both.

He looked up after a few minutes. His eyes narrowed at me and his mouth pouted. "What are you lookin' at?"

I raised my eyebrows and smirked nastily at his slurred, tired voice. I wanted to hear more of it, it was fucking adorable.

He rolled his eyes then fell back down on his bed. Soon after telling me to fuck off and mind my own business.

I fell asleep staring at the most beautiful sight in the world.

*Authors note*
Sorry if it bad! I'm new at this!
Anyways, the updates are going to be slow, so don't give up on me, its school time and this is the third thing i do when i get home. (homework, sleep, writing)

:) Hope you enjoy it! (: