What We Are (Snowbaz)

Simon

"What exactly are we looking for Penny?" In somehow in some way, Penny managed to talk her mom into letting Baz, Micah, her, and me into the Watford library to "browse the shelves" for anything about vampires. My eyes itch with drowsiness, but I force myself to stay awake. For Baz.

"I don't know. Anything on vampires?"

"How about this?" I say, holding up a copy of some book called City of Heavenly Fire. "I heard there where vampires in it."

"Simon. That won't help. It's purely fiction."

"Well, I thought vampires where purely fiction, and it turns out my boyfriend is one."

"That's a different type of fiction. What you're referring to is stories and folk tales that have evidence, but Normals just thought it was to absurd to be real. This is some random thing someone came up with in their head."

"So does that mean the Greek gods are real?" Baz calls from behind one of the shelves. I roll my eyes. Lately Baz has been obsessed with Percy what's-his-name. He's convinced that there may actually be Greek gods roaming around.

"No Baz. That's not what I meant."

"That's what it sounded like," I scoff.

"Ugh. You two are impossible." Penny goes to walk down another isle of bookshelves. I see Baz move the books on the bookshelf beside me and peak his head through so he's looking at me through the shelves.

"This is stupid," he whispers.

"Why?" I ask.

"We're not gonna find anything here. It's all just a bunch of nursery rhymes and Harry Potter books. There is nothing on vampires in this library."

"We don't know that!" I say, not wanting to give up hope. Surely somewhere there's something on how to devampirize a vampire. (Yes, I made up a word. Don't judge)

"Whatever. How about we get out of here for a bit?" Baz asks. I nod my head vigorously. I am starting to hate the smell of books.

We go out onto the grounds of Watford. It's dark out and the moon is shining down on us. All the leaves and grass give off a silvery glow, and I think back to my time at Watford. The magic, the scones, our room. A sense of longing eats at my gut. I want to be part of that again. But I never will be.

"I missed Watford," I say, breathing in the cool night air.

"Yeah. Me too," Baz replies. He gazes up at the stars, as if they will hold the answers he's been looking for.

"Baz, we'll figure it out," I tell him, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles.

"I'll help you. Just like you helped me."

"I know Simon. But there isn't anything we can do."

"Don't say that. We'll find something."

"But what if there isn't anything?"

"Then we resort to plan B."

"What's plan B?"

"You'll turn me into a vampire so I can live with you forever."

"Simon... I wouldn't want to wish this on you," he says, gesturing to all of him.

"Baz... If it meant that you be okay, I'd gladly do it."

"Simon, I'd rather not. I don't want to make your live any more miserable than it already is."

"Baz," I say, turning him so he's facing me. "I've been the happiest man on earth ever since you've walked into my life."

"You hated me."

"I subconsciously had a crush on you. I tried to ignore it, acted like this odd feeling I had was hate, but I always had feelings for you. It's just when I kissed you that night in the forest that I realized it."

"I still made your life miserable. I pushed you down a flight of stairs for gods sake."

"But now you make my life better and better each day. I love you so much, Baz. I love everything about you, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy. Even if it means hanging out in a library 24/7." I look into Baz's steel grey eyes. They reflect just as much emotion as I feel. Anyone can tell that we're lovesick puppies. Baz means the world to me. He completes me.

Baz leans down and pulls me into a kiss. Even after seven years of being together, each time he kisses me, my stomach goes on a roller coaster and my heart bursts out of my chest. I love him so much. We'll get through this. We always will.

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And here's another chapter for y'all. I'd like to say it's because all of my creative juices are flowing and I finally figured out how to solve this problem, but I'd be lying. I'm doing this to get out of homework. First week of eighth grade, and I already had three math worksheets and two Spanish worksheets. If this is how it is the first week, who knows what the year will be like?

Well that's all my friends. Hoped you enjoyed it and see you next time!

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