Simon Snow, would you have a drink with me?

Part 3

Simon

We're at his place, we're at his place and I have  a crush on him, I've never been to someone's place who I have a crush on.

This is so a date. I know he wants this to be a date but I'm still so bloody nervous.

"What do you usually do with people when you... hang out?"

"Well, I don't... hangout with people too often."

"Do you mean as friends or as dates."

"Which one do you want to know the answer to?"

"As dates,"

"Are you saying this is a date, Snow?"

"Um, yes?"

Baz

I'm on a date with Simon bloody Snow.
Jesus Christ, I'm living a charmed life.

Simon

"I thought you didn't know." He says stepping closer.

"I didn't?"

"And now you do?"

"Yeah."

He's so much closer than he was before. And I think about what that could mean. Maybe this is the difference between a date and a hangout, maybe a date means he's closer. I don't know. I'm new to this shit.

Plus I can't think about it too much because he's just a forearm away, if I thought my head was a mess before I don't know what the hell is happening in here now.

"Basil,"

"Snow,"

"Call me Simon."

"Call me Baz."

"Baz,"

"Snow."

And then I'm giggling my head off, and I don't know why. Because he's being a prick again. And he's an asshole. But I just can't stop smiling.
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Baz

Simon is a ray of sunshine, and I think I want to sit next to him forever. He's radiating heat, just sitting next to me and I'm so warm.

I want to sit next to him forever, but I shouldn't be here letting a straight boy use me as an experiment, and I really shouldn't be getting attached to said straight boy.

I know this. And I'm an intellectual I always look at the facts. And the facts are saying Simon Snow is no good, too good to be true.

"Shit, Baz. It's getting late, I've got to go ags will be waiting up for me."

"Agatha?"

"Yeah, you said you knew her, the blonde from the shop,"

"Of course, I just wasn't aware you too lived together."

"Yeah, we've been together on our own for a bit now."

"Is she like your..."
Girlfriend, he's a straight boy. And experimenting straight boys always have a trick, or a girl up their sleeve.

"My...."

"Girlfriend."

He laughs harder than I've ever seen someone laugh. More gorgeous than I've ever seen someone laugh. And I want to smile at him because he seems like the sun, but he's a bit too good to be true, which is why he has a girlfriend.

"Pardon, I seem to be missing something crucial."

"W-why are yo-u ta-ta-king like t-that."
He says still wheezing.

I'm talking like 'that' because he has a girlfriend and I've been humiliated, but at least I'll go out with a bit of dignity at least I'm smarter than him, and her. It's a blessing Bunce isn't his girlfriend then I'd barely have that.

"Apologies, but I'm still a bit in the dark, if you wouldn't mind elaborating."

He takes a few deep breaths.

"Hell Baz, I've known Agatha since first year. I mean duh, I'd thought she was pretty but everyone does. I'd bet you think she's a bit pretty. Anyways, she's the one who saved me after Davy, her family adopted me. She's literally a sister to me, like by law and everything."

Oh.
Now I really feel stupid.

"Oh, I'm sorry for assuming."

"It's cool, you didn't even assume. You asked. I'm sorry for laughing too hard to give an answer."

"It's cool, you got around to it."
And now it's easy smiles, because he's Simon Snow and that's what he does best.
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Simon

"So you never got around to answering. About the date thing, do you uh... do this a lot."

"Do what, talk to people on a couch?"

"You know what I mean."

"I don't see why you care Snow, it's not like this really means something."

Fuck. I knew he was too pretty. Agatha's talked about fuck boys, I just didn't think Baz could be one. He's just so smart and graceful and thoughtful. But he does have kinda perfect hair. Almost too perfect.

"What?" I mumble, I really hope I don't sound as hurt as I feel.

"Snow, you're a straight boy, experimenting. I'm just the first trial, the rough draft. So you can see if you want to put more thought into this whole boys thing. Or if you want to stick with girls."

What. The. Fuck.

"Slow down Basil, who even said I was straight?"

"No one had to, you just said I was the first boy you've liked."

He has a point there.

"Ok, so maybe I did think I was straight up until yesterday, but when I found out it wasn't a big deal. I didn't feel like I had to go around and fool with a bunch of dudes."

"Then why didn't you want to go out earlier, why was it such a hard decision."

"I'm a fucking mess dude, I've always had problems talking to guys, and girls, and everything in between!
Agatha just realized I liked you and threw me out there. I didn't have any time to figure out what the fuck I was going to say. You just dragged me out of the cafe the boy whose hair I'd been staring at for 3 months. I didn't know how to talk to you."

"But if you've been staring at me for months how did you just find out you weren't straight yesterday?"

"When I saw you months ago I thought you were pretty, I didn't think about what that meant. I just thought about what I'd say if you ever talked to me. What to do if you turned around and asked me for a pencil, or the time. Then yesterday Agatha caught me staring at you and pointed out that I maybe wasn't so straight. And then I was like no way, but then I was like wait...hold up. And then I was like shit, I'm a bit dense.

Then you came in today and started hitting on me and I panicked, and tried to get you to leave and when you walked out the door I wanted you to come back so bad and-"

"Fuck I'm rambling, sorry sorry. Your right maybe I'm a mess and not ready for a relationship, maybe I should go."

Baz
Fuck. I fucked that up didn't I?

He's gathering his stuff and I grab his wrist.

"Snow wait, I'm sorry alright. I shouldn't have assumed like that ok? You're just... your so perfect and golden. Can you just get that people aren't usually as good as you. That people usually have a down side. When I couldn't find yours I gave you a story that made sense.I'm an intellectual remember? When there's not a clear answer, I make up a hypothesis and test it."

Simon
If I'm perfect then what is he?
"It's okay Baz, I get it."

Baz
He forgave me just like that, nobody's forgiven me that easily. I haven't even forgiven myself that easy.

"It's okay?"

"Yeah it's okay."
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