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Simon nearly fell into the wooden door, laughing far too hard to see straight. He was just returning from Potions class, where he had just learned about truth potions. His teacher had chosen his roommate, Baz, to use the potion on, and he had made quite a show of himself.
Baz wasn't able to hold back anything he was thinking, and it was humorous to see the boy so open.
He's usually such a secretive person, so it was kind of nice getting to see inside of his head. Even though Simon had spent the entire class cackling, he did notice how panicked Baz looked, especially after that last question he was asked. Some kid wanted to know if Baz fancied anyone in the room.
Then Baz's eyes had widened and he bit his bottom lip, terrified of what might come spiraling out of his mouth. Lucky for Baz, the bell rung right as his mouth opened, and everyone quickly darted out of the classroom, eager to return to their rooms. It took Simon a little longer to get back, since he had spent a good five minutes talking to Agatha. In fact, Simon suspected that his roommate had eyes for her. Simon would never admit this, but he was kind of jealous of Agatha because of this. Because while Baz had eyes for Agatha, Simon had eyes for Baz.
Speak of the devil, as Simon tumbled into the room, he spotted the dark haired boy perched on his bed. Only the top of his head was visible, and the rest of his face and neck was tucked behind his knees, tightly pulled to his chest. Just the sight of him caused more laughter to erupt from Simon's mouth.
"Stop laughing about it," Baz muffled into his legs. Suddenly, Simon felt a little bit of guilt and tried to open his mouth to apologize, raising his finger to indicate that he wanted to say something. Nothing seemed to come out, and Simon ended up collapsing on the floor, spinning around to shut the door with his feet.
"But Baz," he giggled. "You were hilarious!" He took a deep breath, ridding himself of his laughter. He sat up straight and folded his legs one over than the other.
Realizing how far away he was from Baz, he scooted himself forward a foot or two, until he was close enough to the bed that he could reach Baz's feet. When Baz silently continued to hide behind himself, Simon realized that the truth potion was still in Baz's system.
"Shut up Snow, that was really embarrassing," Baz spoke in short, choppy sentences. He slowly lowered his knees, allowing Simon to get a good look at him. Simon examined his face, taking in all the details. His eyebrows were raised and his usually pale face was bright pink and flushed. He was pressing his lips together, obviously trying not to speak.
Maybe he should bring up that last question again, maybe he'll talk to him then.
"It's because Agatha was there, right? Come on, I know you like her." Simon wanted to clear up his suspicions about Baz, to see if he was correct about his feelings toward Agatha.
Baz's lips tightened and his fists clenched. Simon tapped his knee playfully, trying to trigger a response.
"Come on, Baz," he smiled. "Do you like her or not?"
Baz responded quickly and urgently, as if to get the words over with. "No." As soon as he had answered, he clenched up again, his whole body tightening.
"Baz?" Baz's expression turned to panic. "You don't like Agatha?" His face relaxed, but he was still wound up.
He shook his head, too nervous to talk.
“But, you definitely like someone in that class, Baz, I can tell. You were acting really, really nervous under that potion. I know you didn't ever finish answering that last question, saved by the bell, but you completely panicked. I've never seen you freak out like that.”
It was true. Simon's roommate was probably one of the most cool and collected people you could ever meet. It was a rare sight to see him so frightened and self-conscious.
Simon cocked his head, waiting for an answer, a gesture, something. “Baz, it's just me, come on, you can tell me. I know you like someone, so...who is it?” In the few seconds of silence, Simon started to regret that question. Why had he got his hopes up so high? What are the chances of Baz returning Simon's feelings? Baz probably liked someone else, probably that short haired girl who sits in front of him. Simon began to grow impatient and anxiously awaited the answer.
"You," Baz stated.
"Oh that's-" Simon started, having already expected another answer. It took his brain a minute to process what the boy had said.
"Wait, what?" His eyes grew twice their normal size and he stopped slouching.
He all of a sudden felt very separated from Baz, and pushed himself off of the wooden floor, sliding onto the bed with Baz. "Oh."
He looked into his lap, not yet ready to face Baz. The room grew quiet and still, and they could hear the wind knock a tree branch against the building next to their window.
"I'm sorry," Baz quietly murmured. Simon paused for a minute then took a big sigh.
“It- It's okay. Why should you be sorry?”
“Because, Snow. You're my roommate and we're not supposed to get along, and we don't get along, and you don't like me and this was supposed to be a secret," Baz babbled on and on and on.
Simon couldn't take it anymore, now that he knew that they shared feelings for each other, he didn't need to hold back. "I wasn't planning on sharing that with anyone, especially not you, especially not now, because I-"
Simon leaned towards Baz and kissed him, placing his hand on his jaw. Baz was taken by surprise, and almost jolted away but then began to kiss him back. Baz placed a soft hand on Simon's shoulder, and Simon took that as a symbol of approval.
He began to lose himself in Baz, tangling his fingers in his long, dark hair. Crowley, his hair was so soft.
Simon felt Baz's hands wrap around his neck, and leaned in closer. Baz chuckled, and Simon felt their lips part. "Wait. Um, Simon?"
Simon pulled away and opened his eyes, lowering his hand to Baz's shoulder.
"Mmm, yes?" He asked, still thinking about that kiss.
"Did that just..."
"Happen? Yes." Simon finished for him. He realized that he had never actually told his roommate about his same feelings. “Baz, I like you too, for a while now actually. I think it started when we started playing our game with the mint Aeros.”
He reminisced on the first time when his parents had sent him a bunch his favorite candy bars. He hid them behind his bed, but Baz would always be able to find them using his vampire senses. So Simon decided to try to hide them somewhere else, but no matter where Simon would put them, Baz would always find them, and it became a game and an inside joke between the two of them.
Baz smirked mischievously. "Speaking of which," he reached his hand behind his mattress.
No, he didn't.
"Are you hungry?"
Yes, he did. He held out two of Simon's Aero bars in his hand.
"Baz," Simon chuckled and punched his skinny arm. Baz shut his eyes and smiled.
"What?" Simon asked.
“I like the sound of you talking, especially the sound of my name.”
Simon laughed. Baz, you're so cute, he thought as his roommate reached up to ruffle his fingers through Simon's hair.
"Crowley, narcissistic much, Baz?" He laughed and planted another kiss on him. After a couple of seconds, he pulled away just enough that his mouth was hovering over Baz's cheek.
“Hey, is that potion still in effect?” He wondered what other secrets he could get him to spill unwillingly.
"Yeah, probably, why?" Baz asked.
"Can I ask you some more questions?" Simon teased.
"Oh bloody hell, no!" Baz spun around and shoved his face into his pillow.