Breathless...

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Penelope's  POV

Simon has been acting weird lately and it's really starting to affect me. Honestly, he's my best friend, he's the only person I really talk to, especially since Agatha isn't here. The only other people I see so often are Trixie and her girlfriend (anger bubbles at only the thought of my infuriating roommate), so I am glad when he tells me he is ready to talk about it, because spending so much time with him while he's only glaring at Baz is getting a little difficult.

                I adore Simon, I really love him, but all he talks about is Baz and right now he can't even talk , he's only staring at the raven-haired Mage. I can't help but wonder if they got into another fight, and prepare myself to roll up my sleeves and rip Baz's perfect hair out if he did hurt Simon.

                I miss my best friend. . . I even miss his incredulous ideas. Two weeks ago, he groaned that Baz had to be a vampire because "Only a vampire can be so attractive. Cheekbones and jawlines and hair and eyes like that aren't normal, Penny, I'm telling you! It's like he was born to seduce, suck blood and break hearts!"

                I'm almost certain Baz heard that because he turned around right then and smirked. I could only shake my head and grin at him, because Simon's idiocy never ceases to amaze us.

               My mind failed me for once though, because I had thought Simon would have wanted to talk about the Mage, or the Humdrum, or anything else in the world. . . but with my best friend. . it always comes back to the cold, distant "vampire". Every. Single. Time.

                Sometimes I consider Simon being "Chosen" for Baz and not saving the World of Mages and it would make more sense, what with the way his entire world revolves around Baz! Even his sword doesn't get that much attention. . .

                Even Baz gets confusing, calling him 'Chosen' with conflicted feelings flickering in his eyes. Baz's eyes are a soft grey, a stark contrast with the rest of his sharp features, they're the only part of him that tell the truth and even then, they only get emotional around his " Chosen One".

                 I can tell he has feelings for Simon. . . it's just not my place to tell Si.

                Merlin! I wouldn't even be surprised if he was in love with Baz, it would make more sense than "He's plotting, Penny!"  But apparently this time it isn't about plotting.

                Maybe he is in love, I muse to myself.

I walk into Mummers house, flying up the staircase, spelling Simon and Baz's room open. I'm met with pinched blond brows and darting eyes,  "Hey, Penny," Simon squeaks, perched on the edge of his bed, raking his hands nervously through his bronze curls.

                 "Simon, are you alright?" I ask, seeing him so nervous has me on edge too.

                 "Well, Pen. . ." he just stops, still roughly tugging at his hair.

                  "Si, what is it? Where's Baz?" I ask looking around as I plop down on his bed, facing Simon, who is currently a nervous wreck. I wonder what he's thinking about that has him so disturbed. . . Hobgoblins don't get him so twisted.