Another Day Snowbaz Fanfic
Summery: Simon meets a strange, intriguing person in an usual situation at 2.30 am. Idk i suck at summerys but the next will be better probs ;)
Warnings: Mentions of suicide/ being suicidal but not much and not graphic or in detail.
Word count: 1266 Next one will be longer!
I can think clearer here.
I don’t think i should but I feel calmer and lighter, like everything will be okay. Life’s been too stressful recently and this is my escape place. Being here makes me forget the stresses of being the director of finance at my father’s global company Pitch corporations. Being here is nice, wind in my hair, fingers around the cool metal bar, breathing the cool fresh air.
2.34 am and I can’t sleep again. It’s not surprising really, i’m not even sure when i last had a good night’s sleep. A few years ago probably. Usually i mess around on my acoustic guitar for a while, however i’ve been working on a new song for almost two months now and it’s slowing killing my soul every time i even think about it. Plus i haven’t left my apartment in almost a week since the office i work at is having a refurbishment and if i don’t get out i’ll probably go insane, that’s if im not already.
I grab my keys and jacket and head out of the door. I head to the elevator and decide to go up to the roof garden. The apartment i live in is one of the only apartments in Watford that even has a roof garden. Living in the worst part of town has an upside when your apartment has a large, beautiful half open top roof with bright flowers and wooden benches to sit on. As soon as i get there i feel better, my head less groggy. I can already feel the wind blowing my curls as i leave the elevator onto the closed roof half of the garden. Although it’s chilly i decide to walk across to the far edge so i can sit on a bench and look at the sky and all the stars.
As i’m moving closer to the edge i see a tall figure standing there, right at the edge, at the wrong side of the railing. Oh fuck.
“Don’t do it, please!” Yells someone behind me. Shit, i didn’t even hear the elevator.
Fuck sake how am i going to explain this?
I should have been more careful! God what is wrong with me, well actually i don’t want to know that. Something seriously wrong probably.
I take one last look out at my feet hanging over the edge, bright glowing stars and the light up windows from the business buildings that never seem to sleep. (Ha like me then.)
“Another day” I whisper (out of habit) before shifting my weight and landing back over the railing onto the roof garden.
What i’m faced with can’t be real. It just can’t.
I must have fallen. I must have fallen off the stupid roof and gone straight into heaven. (I’m a drama queen, i know).
A mess of peach curls, freckles and blue eyes.
Huge glowing blue eyes staring straight at me like they are trying to stare into my soul. He stands there in what must be his black cotton pyjama pants, an old looking The Smiths t-shirt and denim jacket dotted with pins. He rakes his hand through his hair and i realise how weird i must look, suicidal and now just staring back at him. Although, that’s not true. It might have looked like that but i’m not suicidal, i just like that spot. I like the feeling of control from standing there. I like the wind and the cool metal railing.
But i know i must have looked crazy.
And i have no idea what to say to him.
How’d you start a conversation with a beautiful boy on the top of your apartments roof top garden when it looks like you were just about to commit suicide?
Oh hi, i wasn’t about to jump. By the way you’re really hot and i don’t know if you’re gay but i’d like to take you out.
Yeah that’s not going to work, and anyway he’s probably straight. All the hottest indie boys are.
I clear my throat.
“I was just looking out, i wasn’t going to jump.” That’s all i can muster up before striding straight past him to the elevator.
I almost think it worked, however when i reach the elevator i hear his footstep as he runs to catch me up. I will the elevator to hurry up and close its doors before he gets in but since my luck has never been good and he clearly sprinted, he makes it into the elevator slightly red faced and tries to catch his breath. And of course his pink face makes his constellation of freckles stand out more.
“It’s not that i don’t believe you, well, that, but i want to make sure you’re okay and the thing is you don’t look okay and i want to make sure you are okay, wait i think i already said that?”
Verbal diarrhea. That is what the beautiful boy has. He’s trying to be nice and i have a feeling like i’m not sure whether i want to push him down some stairs or to push him against the wall and kiss him. Clearly neither is acceptable so i turn my back to him and count the tiles on the floor mentally trying to speed up the ride.
12, 13, 14, the boy is still talking away but i stopped listening, 15, 16, 17, ping.
Finally, floor 12, my floor. I speed walk out of the elevator and start heading down the corridor but much to my dismay, i can still hear him behind me. I’m just outside my door when he finally seems to stop walking.
“Stop!” he half shouts. This take me back a bit for some reason. He doesn’t seem like an authoritative person, not someone who gives orders, but the way he says it makes me stop and turn around to face his big blue eyes.
“Look i know you don’t know me but seen as no one else is awake to talk to right now and i’m out of coffee, i was hoping you’d maybe let me in and maybe we could talk?” His eyes are full of concern, a small hopeful smile hanging on his lips.
Messy, just above shoulder length, jet black hair. A messy suit with the tie hanging down and half the buttons undone. And eyes that look like they hold a messy life and the weight of the world. I instantly felt a connection to him. As soon as his grey eyes locked onto mine i wanted to know him, fully and completely know him.
Penny would say it’s because of my habit and wanting to fix the most broken things i can find, like a little bird with a very broken wing we found in the woods one day. Maybe she’s right, maybe i do like broken things.
All i know i like the look of his broken grey eyes and i really, really want to find more out about him.
Something flashes over his eyes like he’s hard a thought but he must decide against whatever it was and stares at my face again before turning and unlocking his door. He walks in, leaving the door open, presumable he decided i wouldn’t leave him alone anyway and that it’ll be easier to let me in before i wake anyone up.
I’m not sure why i let him in. Probably because i like to torture myself with pretty things i can’t have. That and clearly I've lost my mind.
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