SnowBaz Oneshots

A Better Day- Part 2

Okay So This Part Gets Really Hateful. Like Degrading Name-Calling. Sorry If That Bothers You! Honestly, I Don't Know What Came Over Me When I Wrote This. Bye!

    --Me

*Baz's POV*

I wake up and feel the familiar weight of Simon sleeping on me. I roll over to get him off of me, but he wraps his arms around my waist when I try to stand up. "Love, let go." I say prying his hands off. He shakes his head and pulls me closer. Merlin, I love him, but sometimes he can be irritating. Like right now. "Let go." I demand of him, more forcefully this time. "You don't have uni classes today. Stay." His words slur together from sleepiness. I can't argue. Simon is right, I don't have classes today, so there is no real reason for me getting up. However, I am not staying in bed. When I wake up, I have to get up. And I know just the way to make Simon do the same. "If you let me go, I'll go make us breakfast." I suggest. He immediately takes his arms away from me, and smiles like a child. I laugh at his movements, and go to the kitchen to fulfill my promise. As I start to take out all the ingredients needed to sour cherry scones, Simon comes in wearing only pajama pants. His bare chest presses into my back as he gives my a hug from behind. "Good morning, Darling." He whispers in my ear. I slap his hands away smiling while I continue to cook. Simon goes to sit on the counter, as he always does, and asks, "Where is Penny?" Doesn't he the ever listen? I swear, you can scream in his face one word, and he will still only hear a letter. "Bunce said she has a test in one of her earlier classes today. She probably left to go to the library and study." He looks confused at first, but then nods and breaks into a mischievous smirk. "So we have the flat all to ourselves today?" I know what he is suggesting, but honestly, I'm not in the mood. I just want to cuddle, not that I would say this out loud, and watch television. "Yes we do." I say in a bored voice. He frowns, well more like pouts, at my response. "Breakfast is ready, please set the table." I tell Simon. He I make our plates as he finishes setting the table. "So what are we going to do today then?" Simon asks in a not-so-seductive voice. I laugh at him trying, but say, "I don't know. What do you have in mind?" Just to tease him. What can I say? Old habits die hard. He smirks again and leans forward across the table, "Well Penny isn't here, and last night we didn't get to do anything. I think we should take advantage of this opportunity." Simon gives a small wink when he say 'advantage'. This little tosser. Just one wink from him could kill me. "Yes, we should. Which is why I think we should...watch every cheesy movie we own!" I say in a mockingly excited tone. His face drops and he whimpers. Actually has the nerve to whimper. I burst into laughter and he slaps my arm, but the pain is worth it. "Twit." He mutters under his breath. "Wanker." I bite back, still trying to control my giggling voice. He gets up, hitting my arm once more, and motions for me to follow him into our living room. I do. I always do. He sits down and I crawl in between his legs, laying my head on his warm chest as I do so. "Twilight?" He suggests flipping through our recorded movies. He always wants to watch the Twilight series. He says it gives him more 'information' on vampires. Idiot.
They got it all wrong. I try to tell Simon that, but he doesn't listen. "No. No Twilight is allowed." I order. He wags his finger in my face as if I was a child who was doing something that they were told not to do. "No, Darling. You said 'all the cheesy movies we own.' That especially include the whole Twilight saga. You aren't allowed to say no." Simon, being the prat he is, turns it on and I am forced against my will to watch it with him.

*Sometime later*

We make it to the third movie, I don't remember the name, till I hear a knock at the door. Thinking it's just Bunce, Simon pauses it and shoves me off of him. He goes to open the door, but stops as soon as the door cracks enough to see who is on the other side. Me being on the couch, I have no idea what's going on. All I know is that whoever is here, isn't Bunce. She would have shoved passed him to get tea. I decide that staying on the couch is best for now. "Oh! Simon! What-What are you doing here? Did I get the right address? I probably did, but never mind that! Simon, how are you?! You must have heard from Penelope that I'm back in town! What has it been? 3 years since the last time we saw each other? Seems like longer." As soon as I hear the singsong voice, anger takes over. I control it enough to keep myself on the sofa and away from tearing Wellbelove apart. Simon opens the door a little more, and I'm afraid he is going to let her in. But he stops it just where I can see her without her seeing me. He is letting me watch. She is wearing the same hooker outfit as yesterday, except this time her bra is red. "Oh, umm, A-Agatha. W-What are y-you doing-g h-here?" Simon stutter nervously. She bursts into fake, too loud giggles. "I see you still have a speaking problem. You know there are therapies for that? They help people who can't talk right. You should try going, it would help I'm sure. Anyway, I'm so glad I got the wrong address! I've been trying to get ahold of you, but you never answered. Just because you don't recognize the number doesn't mean you shouldn't answer the call! Whatever, I was going to see Baz! You remember Baz? Your 'arch nemesis'. He goes to uni here! Like the same school Penny goes to! I was going to see if we could all meet up, but you two might've got into a fight, per usual, and that wouldn't be fun at all! Can I come in? We should catch up for the past few years!" She rambles on. Honestly, I have no clue what she said. As soon as she made fun of Simon's speech, my mind filled with all the ways I could murder her. He is still self-conscious  about it, and hates it when he stutters. He try's not to, only letting go when he is around only Bunce and I. Her calling him out on it was completely unacceptable and rude. All the spells that I haven't used since Watford come back into my mind. All the spells I would use on Simon. "O-Oh," He starts out but stops to clear his throat, "umm, ac-actually, I w-was kind o-of busy." He try's to shut the door, but she puts her heeled foot to stop it from shutting all the way. "Oh, come on Simon! Let me in! If it was because I mentioned Baz, don't think about it. I just want to see you. Baz should wait anyway, he did keep me waiting. It's your turn now. Just let me in." She pleads. Unwillingly, the door is pushed open by her and she leans against the doorway with a pout. And out of no where she takes his hand in hers and brings it to her cheek. I see his face pale and he tries to pull back back she holds tight. I want to run over there and smite the faggot, but shock keeps me in place. All I can do is stare at the devastating scene.

*Simon's POV*

What do I do?! What do I do?! Agatha has my hand in her, making it cup her cheek like I used to at Watford. I try to take my hand back again, but she holds on and moves my hand to her neck. The skin is smooth and soft under my fingers, but it's foreign. It's nothing like Baz's cold, sharp skin. I like his better. I stare at my hand in horror. I wish I could run, but it's like I'm spelled I place. I want so badly to run away, to run to Baz, but the I can't. I'm too surprised to do anything. Including breathing normally. It sounds like I am panting. Agatha takes it the wrong way, that I'm panting out of wanting or something instead of panic, and moves my hand again. This time to her breasts. My breath hitches. My mind goes blank. She smiles seductively, and, in one quick movement, takes my other hand to put on her other breast. I stop breathing altogether. She presses my palms further into her, and I realize what's going on. I yank my hands back, but Agatha is a lot stronger than she used to be. Or maybe I'm still to panicky to use all the strength I actually have. "A-Agatha, stop! I-I d-don't, don't w-want th-this! L-Let g-go!" I scream at her. She just chuckles and says, "Seriously, go to speech therapy, you need it. And you do to want this. You always wanted this. I have changed since Watford, I want you to do this too." She starts to lean and presses her lips against mine. Just then Baz pulls her off of me and holds her against the wall. "Don't you dare touch him again! You are a rude slut! You can't see when someone hates you! Everyone hates you! You were a slut, and you still are a slut! You go around acting like since you think you are the most beautiful woman, everyone will end at your touch. You are incredibly stupid! You could never answer a bloody question because you expected people to do it for you! You are irresponsible! You have caused so much damage! Damage that can't be put back together! I'm extremely happy that I never liked you! It makes it that much easier to hate you now! Now that Simon lives with nightmares from you causing him heartbreak! Now that Penny complains about her not having a friend to share your thoughts about girl stuff with! You are an awful person! Never, I mean never, come back here again, Wellbelove. Or I will spell you into oblivion. I'm only holding back now for Simon's sake. No go!" He finishes, harshly pushing her out the door. He slams the door, locks it, and turns very slowly towards me. "I don't know what came over me. I just saw her moving your hands, then she kissed you and I couldn't control myself. I just had to get her away from you. I'm sorry." He looks down at the floor. Ashamed. "Darling, in no way am I mad at you. Agatha deserved that. She deserved to hear the truth. She is a wanker who needs to get out of our bloody lives for good. I love you, Darling." I take his hands and pull us back to the sofa. I put us into our perfect position, and listen to his faint heartbeat. "Simon?" Baz says after a few minutes. "Baz?" I answer him. "Don't listen to her. Okay? Everything she said was a lie." I nod my head. He knows I hate that I stutter. That I'm always afraid that it annoys people. "O-Okay." I snuggle closer into his cool embrace. "She won't come back at least. I never would after that. Hopefully she will do the same." I say lightening the mood. He gives a low chuckle and says, "I can't wait to tell Bunce about this." I laugh out loud at his confession. Oh, when Penny hears what happened, I'm not sure what she will say. Either she is a twit and needed to hear it, or that we shouldn't have dealt with it that way. I'm praying that she goes with the first response. "We are going to get a whole lot of crap for this, but it was worth it." Baz states. It was, that it was, Basilton. I turn back on Breaking Dawn: Part 1, earning a snarl from Baz, and think, 'Tomorrow is defiantly going to be a better day.'

Okay I Know I Didn't Elaborate On What Happened To Agatha After Baz Kicked Her Out, But I Don't Know How, So It's Staying Like It Is! Also, I Won't Be Doing Another Part Where They Tell Penelope What Happened. This Little Story Stops Here! Bye!

   --Me