Dreams
Baz-
The sun shone weakly through the windows of Mummer's House. Simon as usual was sound asleep in his bed. The gigantic blue comforter covering all but his face. A few stands of his golden hair hung down onto his forehead.
I tighten my tie. No matter how many times I put one on, I will always like a dog on a collar. My Watford uniform fits perfectly, unlike Snow's. His hang loosely off of his body. Simon looks peaceful. I love to steal glimpses of him when he's asleep. Not scowling or grumbling- just peaceful.
I'm no stalker though. If I catch myself looking I mentally reprimand myself. The only thing that throws off his peaceful image is the lack of his blue eyes. Simon Snow isn't Simon Snow without his bright blue eyes constantly alit with emotion.
He moves, an arm flopping out from under the cover and he groans. I jump and immediately avert my eyes. I can feel a blush rising to my cheeks. I desperately try to tame it as I hear him shifting, making the bed creak.
"Baz..." he moans.
I start and turn around. He's still sound asleep. I let out my breath, relieved. Maybe he didn't say my name. I'm probably just hyper sensitive to Simon. I look over at him again to double check he's asleep.
"Baz?" Nope, he definitely said Baz.
I walk over to his bedside. He's tossing and turning. His forehead is creased and he's gritting his teeth.
"Baz, I don't want to hurt you!" He whisper yells.
I back away. Of course he's dreaming about me trying to hurt him. My chest feels heavy. I walk out of the room and don't look back at Simon bloody Snow. The one person I have ever truly loved and the only one to effectively break my heart.
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