Thunderstorms a Carry On fanfiction

Thunderstorm

~Baz

I spot Snow walking a few feet away and suppress a grin as he reaches the stairs and his hip collides with the wheelchair lift, causing him to do a half spin before falling to the ground, dropping his books and his pencil case. I can't help but snort; he looks hilarious, with books and pencils spread around him and Bunce is standing over him, laughing too. My roommate is so clumsy. Simon looks hurt for a second then bursts out in a fit of hysterical giggles. I stop my laugh and change my expression to a scowl. I walk past and shoot him a glare.

~Simon

I feel Baz watching the back of my head. Plotting probably, I half turn so he can see my snarl. I turn back to my table and grab my pencil case. Reaching inside, I grab a sticky-note. Penny, I write, I think Baz is plotting again. He won't stop staring at the back of my head and it's getting distracting. I pass it to her and she rolls her eye and sighs. She scribbles something on a note and hands it to me: Simon, don't worry about Baz, why should he be plotting, what's he going to do? I read it and sigh too. I give up on passing notes and whisper in her ear, "He hates me, of course he's plotting. Why else would he be staring at the back of my head?" Penny looks like she's about to say something then changes her mind.

"Look, Simon, don't worry about it. And, Simon, try to get the answers to your algebra right for a change."

~Baz

I watch as Simon whispers and passes notes with Bunce and feel a pang on jealousy, I wish that could be me. I wish I was the one Simon tells all his secrets to. It's not fair having a roommate that hates you and not being able to move. Especially when you have a hopeless crush on them.

~Simon

I wander back to my room after the last lesson of the day. Baz is sitting in a chair reading a novel. Boarding school is boring, yes, especially when you have to share a room with your nemesis. But it's not as bad as going to an orphanage. I collapse onto the couch just as the storm begins. First there's just rain, then there's a flash of lightning and I groan, hiding my face in a pillow. Then there's a crack of thunder and I whimper. Suddenly there's a blanket covering me and a shape sits down beside me, resting a hand gently on my back.

~Baz

I can't stand to see him like this; he's been reduced to a whimpering, shivering mass of pillows. I get up and walk to my bed, picking up my duvet and bringing it over to the couch. I lay it on top of him then sit beside his huddled shape, resting my hand on the small of his back. He stiffens for a second, unsure of what to do, then he sits up and leans into me. I wrap my arms around his shaking body and hold him tight, never wanting to let go.

~Simon

The storms almost right above us now; the thunder is louder and there's no gap between the flash of light, and the loud booming of drums. I lean further into Baz, shaking harder than ever. I can hear his heart beating fast and his breathing is haggard, he is trying to hide his fear. There's another flash, and I don't even have to time to count before the thunder follows. Baz jumps and holds me tighter.

"It's ok." He says shakily. I look up at his face and see un-shed tears in his eyes. I reach up and wipe them away without thinking. That makes him sob and hide his face in my neck. I stroke his hair and he shivers in delight.

~Baz

Memories of my mother holding me during a storm run through me as snow wipes the tears from my eyes with the sleeve of his jumper. I start actually crying and I bury my face in his shoulder. This is so embarrassing, I think as he strokes my hair and I shiver happily. No, this is nice. I look up at his face and say "Simon... Uh... Thanks, for... For this."

"No, Baz, thank you. I hate thunderstorms. They remind me of... Of my past," He pauses and looks me in the eye "you don't like them either do you?"

"No Simon I... My mother she... She was killed during a storm and... It reminds me."

"Oh... Baz, I'm... I'm sorry I didn't know..." He lets go and looks away awkwardly.

"Simon..." I pull him closer.

~Simon

I didn't know. I didn't. I try to pull back, embarrassed. He says my name and pulls me into him. He leans his face toward mine and his lips brush my cheek.

"It's ok, you weren't to know." He pulls me forward and kisses me on the lips. I pause and then I kiss back.

A/N I don't really know how good this story actually is... so please tell me what you think.