SnowBaz Oneshots

Promise

      This Is My First SnowBaz Fanfic...Please Forgive Me For Any Spelling/Grammar Mistakes, Or Just Mistakes In General.  Everything (Except The Plot) Belongs To Rainbow Rowell. Tell Me How You Like It! Bye!

                                       --Me

*Simon's POV*

         "Snow, do you realize how much of an imbecile you are? Everything you do ends up in a disaster.  Don't act like you are the hero, when we both know that you have no idea what you are doing." Baz spits at me. I would try to fight back, but I know if I tried speaking right now I wouldn't be able to get a word out. I feel tears building in my eyes, and try to blink them away, only to have them start pouring out. I don't try to hide them. It's too late, Baz has already seen them. "Aw, is the Chosen One sad? Should I go get Bunce and have her dry your tears?" Baz says sarcastically. "You-You're such a-ugh!-such a bloody tosser!" I stutter out. I can feel my magic boiling under my skin, just waiting to blow up anything and everything around it. Baz smirks mischievously, sensing my magic in the air, "You can't even get a full structured sentence out! You, Snow, are the worst Chosen One that has ever been chosen." And that was when I broke. I didn't even try to hold back, until I realized that Baz was still in the room. He wasn't even trying to get away. As ironic as it sounds, I hated the bloody twit, but I didn't want him to die. I don't know when I realized this, but I know can't kill him. Not now, not ever. Even if the prophecy says I have to, I can't kill Baz. He is just another human (vampire?) (no matter what I still think he is one) being that I won't murder. I can't kill anyone, no matter how much they of a twit they are. "B-Baz get out! You might get hurt! Baz! Get Out!" I put magic into my last words. He disappears, I don't know where to, but at least I know he is out of this room where he won't get hurt. Just thinking that Baz is now somewhere where I can't hurt him makes my magic die down. I sit on my bed and try to sleep, all while muttering to myself reassuringly, "Baz is okay. Baz isn't hurt. He is okay." After a few moments of this, I fall into a dreamless sleep (for once). I know Baz will come back later, but from now on I am going to try my bloody hardest to not hurt the twit. Hopefully I keep the promise to myself.