All the Boys I Fall in Love with Are Straight or Fictional
Baz stood on the steps to a small appartment. In front of him were a few names. He lifted his hand and hesitated for a moment, before he pressed the button beside the name ‘Snow’.
It took so long that Baz started to doubt anyone would show up. Maybe he had a false adress. Maybe the guy just wasn’t home. He didn’t want him to think he was a stalker. Normally 'fans’ showing up at the doorstep of an actor or an athor were considered as creeps. Maybe this was just a bad idea and he should turn away, just forget everything.
No, Baz, he told himself. Don’t give up so easily. If he’s not at home, you’re just going to come back tomorrow. And the day after. And if you have to, also the day after that…
Okay. Maybe that is a little creepy. But after all, it would be worth it.
Baz was about to turn around and walk away, when the door suddenly opened. It wasn’t what Baz expected. At all. He had thought of an middle aged man with glasses or something. He hadn’t expected a person that resembled an angel.
He looked sleepy. It was ten o'clock and the guy just blinked at him instead of saying anything. Baz really wanted to. He wanted to make this encounter less awkward than it was but he just kept staring. The guy yawned for a moment. He still wore pyjamas and his curls were messy.
He looked at Baz for a few seconds longer before he suddenly started to frown.
Shit. You shoud’ve said something. This have been like three minutes of awkward silence, no wonder he wants me to go. But I can’t let that happen. I came here for a reason.
'I just realized that I shoud’ve changed.’
'Ehr… That’s fine.’
'I’m sorry. I was asleep when I heard the bell ring. I thought it was the guy from the post office.’
The guy turned around and shambled into the house. Baz was unsure what to do but the guy left the door to his appartment open, so Baz decided to follow him. The boy could still throw him out.
Silently he closed the door behind him. The home of the boy looked just as the boy himself: Messy. Traces of the guy were left everywhere. It was really his home, not just the home of a random person.
'Are you here because of the rent?’
'Then did Gareth send you? Please tell him I need no company, I’m good.’
'Nobody sent me. I’m sorry if my visit is inconvenient to you. I didn’t think you’d still be asleep at this time of the day.’
'Oh, I that’s no problem. I just had a really hard night. And lot’s of coffee.’
Why was it so hard for him to say why he was here? Maybe because it sounded so ridiculous…
'I’m here because of your book. It’s called 'The Broken Dreams of a Dragon Knight’, remember?’
It’s his book. Of course he remembers. Idiot.
'Ah yeah… That one.’
He smiled as if he remembered something.
Merlin, Baz thought. It’s like this guy is out of our world.
'Wasn’t that much of a success, though,’ the blonde added.
'I know. I… didn’t find very much about you on the internet.’
'You read the book, then?’
'Yes. It’s great, it’s… a bit of an issue to me, really.’
'Oh. I’m sorry for that. What is it?’
'It’s about my soulmate. I need your help finding him.’
The gaze of the guy darkened.
'I know nothing about soulmates. Leave me alone with that stuff.’
The poor guy probably didn’t have one. Baz felt an aching pain in his heart.
'I really don’t mean to bother you. But this is important to me.’
'How could I possibly help you with your soulmate?’
Baz kept silent for a moment.
'I know this sounds… odd. But I think my soulmate… is… the character…’
In the end, he just muffled, suddenly embarassed.
'The character Simon… in your book. He’s my soulmate.’
Baz lifted his Jeans to show Simon the sentence. He had no idea how Simon would react. But still the boy was a constant surprise to him. He laughed. He really laughed. Did he think Baz was joking? No, it was something else.
'What’s funny?’ Baz demanded angrily.
'It’s just that… This guy I invented. The creation of my mind. He gets to have a better love life than I have. But that’s the thing about stories, isn’t it? The characters get the things we wish to have and that way we feel a little bit better about ourselves. But this… This is just not fair, is it?’
'I take it you don’t have a soulmate, then?’
'Oh, I do. But I have no idea what that sentences is I’m going to hear from her. I… I thought maybe Agatha was my soulmate, but… I clearly wasn’t hers.’
'How do you not know your soulmates sentence?’
He smiled at Baz warily before lifting his trousers and revealed – a prosthesis. How coudn’t Baz have noticed this?
'Got into a car accident when I was little. My parents died then. And I lost the leg my sentence was engraved in. I didn’t care about that bloody thing back then and later there was no one to ask about it anymore. So I’m probably never going to find out who that soulmate of mine is.’
The fate of the boy didn’t seem to be much more shining than his own. Baz felt a moment of empaphy. They had both been betrayed by their destiny.
'I’m sorry,’ Baz whispered.
'Don’t be. What can I help you with?’
'I know a spell… A spell of… dark magic. That way I can get your character out of the book. But the spell requires the author. That’s what I need you for.’
'I’d really like to help you, but…’
'You have work to do. And I know you have no reason to trust me. This was a bad idea. I shoudn’t have come. I really didn’t want to haress you, Mr. Snow.’
'Call me Simon,’ the guy said puzzled.
'You named your character after yourself?’ Baz asked disbelievingly.
'I’m not really a good author. I’m really not going anywhere with my new story. It’s been some time since I’ve left the house… Or talked to people, for that matter. And I could do with some inspiration.’
'Are you saying…?’
'Yes,’ Simon said and gifted him with a lopsided grin. 'I’m helping you.’