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The world was spinning.
But not the normal spinning that it usually did, the kind that was so slow that usually it didn’t interrupt day to day activity; this time it was spinning so quickly Baz couldn’t keep his balance, fumbling to keep from falling down the stairs.
The mage must have thought he was really funny putting the nemeses at the top of a fucking tower.
Baz gripped the railing until his knuckles turned white, dragging himself upward, in hopes that he would maybe make it to his bed before the sun comes up. Fuck Niall and Dev for forcing him out that night, fuck Jess for having a party on a Wednesday, fuck the mage for putting his bed at the top of a spiraling staircase, fuck himself for thinking tequila shots would get rid of his problems.
What’s worse is that he didn’t even want to go out that night at all, he was perfectly content to lay in his bed all night and mope. His best friends weren’t having it though, clearly pissed off that he had been doing nothing but sulking for the past couple of weeks.
“Pining,” Niall had said after few shots. “you’re fucking pining man.”
Baz had shaken his head, shoving the other boy's shoulder, “And what would I have to pine over.”
“come on man,” his best friend looked on the verge of laughing in his face, “you don’t hide it well.”
“I hate him.” Baz downed another shot.
Niall followed his action, and poured them another round they didn’t need, “a part of you does I’m sure.”
And now he was in front of his door, holding the frame to keep himself upright, and all he could think was fuck Simon Snow for making him feel like this – all mopey and vulnerable and shit. The stupid chosen one who was probably on the other side of the door right now, asleep and unknowing of all the mess he has caused.
The vampire held back his grumbles and turned the doorknob, ready to go back to bed and live there for the proceeding future.
Instead, Baz lost his balance and crashed to the floor with a thud.
From across the room, he heard Snow mumbling, waking from his sleep. He tried to get back up, not in the mood to deal with the miracle boy in the state he was in. He tried to pull himself up using the desk that next to the door, but it just jerked forward from his weight, causing everything that was on it to fall to the floor around him.
“Crowley, Baz,” Snow yawned from his bed, “what the fuck are you doing?”
Baz let his back hit the floor; I’m just going to sleep here, he thought, here is fine.
His eyes were only closed for a moment before he felt someone stand next to his head, “what are you doing?”
“Plotting.” He slurred. When had he started slurring?
He opened his eyes to see Simon peering down at him, his eyebrow arched.
Fuck Simon Snow for being pretty.
“wouldn’t it be more comfortable in your bed?”
Baz shrugged, “how swe- sweet of you to care.” He tried to force the lopsided smile off his face.
Simon gave him a knowing glare, “how drunk are you?”
Baz ignored him, trying again to get up off the ground. He made it farther than last time, managing to make it to his feet before he collapsed again.
He didn’t hit the floor this time, though. Simon rushed forward and grabbed his sides, forcing Baz to grab the golden boy’s shoulders to stay upright. “what the hell, Baz?” he tried to pull the drunk boy to his bed, but the raven-haired boy jerked back, hitting the desk.
“Nope, no, no touchy!” he wagged his finger at the blonde.
Simon scoffed, moving towards him, “no, no,” Baz put his arms between him, “when you touch,” he hiccupped, “me It tin – tingles.”
“tingles?” the other boy asked.
“you k-know.” Baz kept his arm outstretched, even though Simon had backed off, “you know, like elec – electr – Zappy-shit under my skin.”
Simon just shook his head, “you are so drunk.”
Baz scrunched his face into fake confusion, “oh shit really? I ha-hadn’t noticed.”
The chosen one laughed at that, batting away Baz’s arm so he can grab his biceps, “come on, Pitch, time for bed.”
He stumbled closer to Simon, forgetting to fight the feeling that he had so adamantly protested a moment ago. He grabbed at Simon’s shirt to keep steady, “what about the – the fluttering?”
“fluttering?” the way he spoke was like he was talking to a child, “I thought it was zapping?”
“it’s eve – everything.” Baz tried to take a step, instead of falling more. Simon wrapped his arm around the other boy’s waist, as Baz’s head fell to the crook for his neck.
This is weird, baz thought, enemies don’t touch like this.
How does Simon go to from never getting within 10 feet of him to holding him without hesitating?
“I feel everything when you touch me,” he slurred out, despite a part of his brain telling him to shut up.
He lifted his head to be met with Snow's confused face, “what does that even mean?”
“you are so dumb,” Baz told him, curling his fists into the fabric above Simon’s shoulders.
“Yeah, you tell me that all the time, but that still doesn’t tell me what you me-”
Baz pressed his mouth against Simons without thinking, probably with more force than was necessary. The golden-haired boy clearly wasn’t expecting it though, stumbling back – taking the Baz with him – till they crash on the floor again.
Hello, old friend, Baz thought as he pulled himself off the other boy to pat the wood.
He couldn’t get up all the way, stumbling until he was laying on his side next to Simon. Oh, right. I’m drunk. Baz wanted to laugh, but the sound didn’t escape him when he looked at the way the chosen one’s chest was rising and falling rapidly.
“are you –“ Baz swallowed, “are you okay?”
Simon turned to him, eyes wide and confused like they always were. The looked faded, though, when he saw Baz laying there – eyes closed and mouth hanging open, “you’re unbelievably, unbearably drunk.”
Baz giggled, “you keep saying that.” He didn’t think before he reached out, tracing the tip of his finger along Simon’s bottom lip. The drunk boy relished in the sharp inhale of breath that came out of the other.
He didn’t think when he moved to try and press his lips to Simons, again.
Then the golden boy was standing, and the vampire had to blink at how rapidly it had happened.
“You shouldn’t do that,” Simon mumbled.
The vampire’s chest heaved, “oh, right, I forgot,” Baz let out a laugh, “mortal enemies.”
He let out a scoff, reaching his arm out to Baz, “come on, you need to sleep.”
The other boy didn’t want to argue. In truth, he didn’t want to do anything really. He knew this would be the outcome; sober Baz had run the scenario through his head more times than he could count, most of them ended in violence, some of them ended in Snow laughing in his face, once or twice they had ended with Snow stabbing him in the heart with a steak – Crowley, he needed therapy.
Simon had managed to haul him off the floor and onto his bed as Baz recounted every dream that he had ever had about the boy practically carrying him.
“try to stay awake while I get you some aspirin,” the miracle boy told him, already halfway to the bathroom. “it’ll help for the morning.”
“How does the mages,” he hiccupped, “golden boy know how to combat hangovers?” Baz focused on the light of the bathroom, moving his shoulders to a rhythm in his head.
he didn’t expect Simon to be this kind to when he was wasted – he didn’t expect Simon to be kind to him in general.
“shut up,” the golden boy told him when he got back to the bed, plopping next to Baz as he helped him sit up.
Simon pushed the pills between the vampire’s lips, ignoring how Baz kissed his palm as it retreated to bring the water up.
Once the pills were down, Simon retreated. He was back to his own bed before Baz could even process what was going on, muttering, “get some sleep, Baz.”
Sleeping didn’t feel right – though, his body was begging him too. He looked over to Simon, already in bed with his back turned to Baz as if nothing had happened at all, “why do you hate me?”
Simon sighed and rolled around to face him, “what?”
Baz swallowed, watching the miracle boy. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, he’s supposed to get drunk and laugh and dance and come home to crash in his bed and wake up tomorrow with a killer headache and a sore throat. He’s not supposed to be watching confusion twisted onto his roommate’s face as he tries to think of every moment that brought him here.
“I – I,” Simon stuttered, “I mean you’re a vampire. You drink blood. I mean… I think you do, I have no proof, but I am like eighty percent sure.”
“not human’s blood,” Baz said, snuggling into his pillow.
“what?”
He shrugged, “Don’t worry about it.”
“Baz,” Simon’s voice was delicate, and the vampire almost didn’t hear it, “I don’t – I don’t know. Just, sleep, okay.” The chosen boy rolled over again, effectively ending whatever Baz had hoped to gain from the conversation.
He did. Eventually. He fell asleep watching the rise and fall of Simon’s shoulders – tempted to count the freckles along his back.
Fuck Simon Snow for making him feel like this.