Carry On SnowBaz

Snowday (12)

Penelope

I did tell him. I've told him several times. Even when I'm not obligated to tell him. I could throw a party in my flat and don't have to ask for his permission. Because it's not his flat. Even when he tends to forget about it.

"How long will he stay in the first place?" Baz asks now with crossed arms and without looking at me.

"As long as he needs to," I answer. "He wants to look for universities. This takes a while."

"So, he will move to London eventually? In our flat?"

"It's not ..." I sigh. "Maybe. I don't know what the future will bring, but it's possible."

"Have you ever met this guy, Snow?" Baz asks and leans forward to talk to Simon, who sits in front of him. "I mean besides when he visited our school in third year?"

"What?" Simon asks abstractedly and turns his head to Baz, who pokes his shoulder to get his attention.

"He hasn't met him since," I answer instead. "But Micah always enquires about Simon. And about you too, sometimes."

"Ah," Baz says and leans back. "So you share the details of our relationship with him, too."

"Of course, I do. I practically live with you two, so of course, I tell him what I'm going through all day." And he's the only one I can complain to about them. (Which is sometimes inevitable.)

"Wow", Baz sneers. "First Agatha. Now Micah. It won't be long until whole America is SnowBaz shipper."

Simon

"Are the two of them always like that?" The cab driver smiles at me as we stop at a red traffic light. He has short brown hair which is getting grey at his temples and there are some deep shadows under his eyes, but all in all, he looks nice.

"Yes", I say nodding. "Sometimes I ask myself if they are related. They fight like siblings."

The man laughs. "My sister and I were the same. We couldn't sit next to each other without breaking into a squabble. Do you have any siblings?"

"No", I answer. On the backseat, Baz and Penny start discussing the legitimate owners of our flat again. (Baz thinks he owns at least a quarter. Penny doesn't agree.) "But I have Penelope." I point at Penny. "And she's almost like a sister, so..."

"Sounds like a lot of fun is going on in your apartment. It's always nice to have people around who feel like family." The driver accelerates the cab and turns left. (The road is completely empty. I've never been here before.)

"Yeah," I say and smile a bit. "I guess it is."

I glance at the review mirror to take a look at my friends – my family. It's small but bigger than I ever thought...

Penelope

"It's not like you're better", Baz says. "You always forget to make the dishes. Or to vacuum. Even when you could just use your ring."

"Yeah, because we agreed at the beginning to be...well, you know...more Normal," I argue.

"But Normal doesn't mean to live in your own rubbish."

"Now you're exaggerating."

"Smoke and mirrors!" Simon yells, completely out of sudden.

"What's happened, Snow?", Baz asks confused. He turns around to us – his face all pale. The cab driver watches him frowning and asks if he's okay. He just nods and stares at me and Baz.