Never Give Up, Simon

2

Baz

I dragged Snow away from Bunce, I knew the conversation was bumming him out and I wanted him to have an amazing time tonight, he'd worked so hard to become normal again.

That's probably why I still haven't told him about The Mage being his father or that his mother's name was Lucy. Especially that he was wrong about who was speaking him after my mother had left that night.

"My son, my son," He told me that she had said, "My son, my son. My rosebud boy. I never would have left you. He told me we were stars," That's why it never made sense to me before, my mother never called me her rosebud boy, nor did my father ever say we were stars, "Simon... Simon... my rosebud boy." Those had been her final words. I just hope that she doesn't come back in twenty years, well... sixteen years now, to tell Simon this. He would be destroyed.

"Snow." I say as we make our way to my car.

"Yes, Basil?"He says back, he started calling me Basil as a pet name a while back, I mean, I don't hate it. It makes butterflies in my stomach, he gives me butterflies in general.

"Where do you want to go?" I ask him and he shrugs, this huge, dopey looking grin on his face, it's been there almost all day and it made my heart pound and my stomach flip, Crowley, this moron fucked me up in so many ways.

"Anywhere as long as I get to be with you." Snow blushes to himself, I blush also and grab tightly onto his hand, I notice his eyes drift down to look at his hand before he squeezes back. His blue eyes will for sure be the death of me.

"Then it shall be a surprise." I say and Snow groans, he hates surprises, that just makes it all the more fun.

The car ride is long, very long and silent. It normally is silent between us in the car, we just enjoy each other's presence, and the scenery of course. We'll say a few sparse things here and there of course. Sometimes we listen to music in the car, though... Simon Snow may be a sexy beast, he may be strong, amazing, sweet, anything and everything I could ever want, but he has the worst music taste in the history of forever. It's mostly classical music! Who could stand that except old blokes and some boring-arse Normals.

Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy instrumental music and soft soothing music but classical. Even hard-core classical fans can't possibly listen to that bloody crap for more than twenty minutes straight. You'd have to be crazy (or Simon Snow) to listen to that for hours at a time.

Aside from that fact, car rides are normally pretty nice. Snow's fingers are laced between mine and his thumb is rubbing a pattern into the side of my cool hands. He's always so warm, being near him always makes me warm even though I'm typically freezing, he lights a (metaphorical) fire within me.

The movement of his thumb begins to slow, stopping after only a moment or so, his grip loosening, I glance over to check on him to find his head slumped against the window, his eyes are shut, his breathing is heavier also. I loved watching Snow sleep, I always have. He talks in his sleep sometimes, I notice it more often now since we share a bed. He's always so quiet, it's probably the cutest thing I've ever seen. He a small child within, it makes me happy. I can't help but to smile softly as I look at him, taking quick glances as I drive.

Thank you for the gift of Simon Snow...

He may have been a huge mistake in their eyes but in mine, Simon Snow is the one thing that isn't a mistake.

***

Hours past, it felt like forever, Snow's muttering to himself was probably the only thing keeping me awake at this point. Manchester has always been somewhere I wished to go and now I was taking the love of my life there. I wanted to bring Snow to Whitworth Park later that night after we ate dinner at a very fancy restaurant called the 'Un Petit Souvenir' which translates to 'A Little Souvenir'. I only booked the reservation at this specific place because I really liked the name.