Prompt: 23. Do you think we’re bad people?
Genre: angst, fluff
Word Count: 2447
Summary: Simon and Baz get into a fight at the winter ball. It ends in disaster.
Snow,” I smirk, even though it’s hard and my jaw is tense. “Where`s
He stops and I push myself off the wall, because I know that I’ve got him now.
in the hospital? Have you broken her toes?”
Now he turns around very slowly. I can almost hear the gears working in his brain as he’s trying to come up with a good come-back. His suit is a bit to short at the sleeves and his hair looks disheveled, but of course he still looks incredibly handsome. It’s quite unfair, if you think about it. And it only makes me angrier to see him like this. It’s the overwhelming urge to fix his hair, to take his hand and whirl him through the room that makes my smile forced. It’s the wish to be the one whose feet he steps onto that makes my blood boil.
It’s foolish, but I can’t resist picking on him.
Not even tonight.
Especially not tonight.
the winter ball, is all about romance (Ugh.) and love (Ugh.). And
his eyes are sparkling, and he ate six sandwiches from the buffet
earlier, and he looks so lost in the big ball room without his
friends, and he’s the most handsome boy in the room (Aagh). He hasn’t
left Wellbelove’s side all evening (Aagh.).
But it’s okay, I’m fine. I finally got him alone and I can finally
talk to him, if only in biting remarks and insults. Smirking at him
is easy, even when my teeth clench and my heart is beating too fast.
It’s easy to glare at him, as I press my nails into my palm. I am
“I’m not that bad a dancer,” he finally scowls and leans forward, eyebrows furrowed. “And – even if – at least I’ve got a date. I haven’t seen you dancing with anyone all night.”
As far as I know, they’re only here as friends, but I think he still feels something for her.
“That’s because I choose not to,” I lie, “I could have any girl in this room. But there’s just nobody that comes up to my standards.”
It’s not true. I look at the bread crumb stuck in the corner of his mouth. My standards are incredibly low.