The Key to My Heart (Or to Baz's Diary)

The Road to Hell

Simon

Immediately upon waking up this morning, I change my clothes and brush my teeth, preparing for life in hell.

After about forty five minutes Baz is at the door with his bag, but I'm not about to rush. I'll savour every damn minute I can that isn't in the Pitch mansion. Thank crowley that Baz doesn't rush me. I hope he feels like crap for stringing me along on this trip. Who am I kidding, he's probably loving it.

Baz isn't even looking at me, and it makes me feel just a little bit better that he'll let me keep to myself the last morning I have in peace. Then the urge kicks in, my eyes stray to that same spot underneath Baz's bed that has been begging for my attention these past few days.

I realize with a quiet sigh that Baz must've already taken his diary and packed it with him. I'll have to find it once we arrive at his home. Then the real fun will begin.

Once I've got everything packed, which isn't very much, I head to the door and open it. Soon enough I begin trudging down the hall, Baz's quiet footsteps trailing behind me.

I say a silent goodbye to Watford as we reach Baz's car. What can I do except try to have a good time? Any thoughts of having to be Baz's boyfriend leave my mind as he dumps our luggage in the back of the car.

I open the passenger side door and slump down into the cushiony chair, fastening my seatbelt around my waist. Baz and I haven't spoken a word to each other all morning, but I'm not complaining.

Baz

Snow hasn't complained, snickered or even sulked all morning, which I must say is quite the accomplishment for him. We've been driving for around five minutes, and with a few glances at Simon I can tell he hasn't taken his eyes off of the road ahead.

"So," I croak. My voice is rough from lack of use. With another glance to the side I see that Simon is looking at me. I got his attention. Good.

"Are we going to discuss the rules?" He asks. That's exactly what I was going to bring up.

"Yeah, I was getting to that." I say. I'm not exactly sure how to start this conversation. "Um, do you have any questions about the dating thing?"

"Well of course. I'm too fucking drained to start yelling at you, so just tell me who'll be at the mansion for the time being."

I nod. It's a bit strange having a civilized conversation with Snow. I'm so used to the mocking and yelling at this point, that I've nearly forgotten how to speak without a hint of malice directed at him.

"I spoke with my father earlier. My step mom is away for work, so it'll just be him, my aunt Fiona, and my three sisters. Mordelia and the twins. The twins are only babies so, you won't have to worry about them."

Simon doesn't say anything to that, but changes the topic entirely. "Will I have to kiss you?" There it is, the elephant in the room. I hadn't even given that one any thought to be quite frank.

"Well, I'm not too sure if my family will be expecting anything from us in that matter. It will probably be strange spending a week with my family without kissing. I know my aunt, she'll be the first one to get suspicious."

"So I have to kiss you." Simon says. It takes everything in me not to fucking faint. I want it so bad, even if Simon will kill me afterwards.

I do my best to stop Simon from going off. "We can try to avoid it for as long as possible, there is a chance that we might get away without kissing." I'll make sure that doesn't happen. My brain screams. "I've never kissed anyone before though, my aunt Fiona will only take a second to pick up on that. I don't know what the fuck we're going to do."