Bad Boy {Solangelo}

I ×××× you

Will had a nightmare. A bad nightmare. A very bad nightmare.

It was all black. A black empty void.

No plants, no people, nothing. Except...

Nico was on the floor, bleeding. Not moving at all.

In front of him, there was a guy. Sea-green eyes, jet black hair. Four beads hung around his neck. He wore a tattered orange T-shirt, where only 'blood' was readable.

In his hand was a sword, a sword covered in blood.

Will tried to go to Nico, he tried to help him, but he couldn't move. It was as if he was frozen in place. Like one of those Greek statues that just stand and stare you, without moving a muscle.

Will was internally freaking out. "Nico! Nico, no! Please, wake up!" Will yelled, but it was all muffled, the words didn't make sense.

That boy with the green eyes was smiling, maniacally. "Who are you?! What did you to Nico?!" Will wanted to shout, but he couldn't.

As if that boy heard him, he said, "I am  Perseus. The Son of Poseidon"

Perseus? The Greek Hero Perseus? Son of Poseidon?

Poseidon? Could he possibly mean that god? That water-dude with a fork the size of a man? Like that Aquaman with flowing hair in the water? Could it be him?

"I am Perseus. Son of Poseidon" the boy said again.

"I am Perseus" he did again. This time, before the so-called Perseus could say anything else, a shrill broke out. It was deafening.

"Nicoooo!" was the last thing Will said before waking up in his bed. Beads of sweat rolled down his toned abdomen.

The shrill was the alarm. "Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" it rang.

It was all dark outside. How could he forget he woke up at 5:30 in the morning?

Will was breathing heavily. His golden hair were wet with sweat.

He looked around. Nico was nowhere to be seen.

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. His head throbbed.

For an instance, Will thought he saw Perseus again, but he was just hallucinating.

Trying not to panic, he tried to find his phone.

He wanted to call Nico. Where is he?

"Hello?" an all to familiar voice said over the other side of the phone.

"Are you ok?! Where are you? When did you go?! Why didn't you wake me up?! Nico, why didn't you tell me you were going? Why didn't you-" Will was cut off.

"William Solace! Stop bombarding me with questions! For fuck's sake, I'm in the kitchen, downstairs, drinking water!" Nico said.

Sitting on the kitchen counter, Nico never knew Will could be so over-protective. He always dreamt what it would feel like to be cared by William Solace. Now his fantasies were coming true. A smile smile tugged at his lips.

However, why Will's sweet voice sounded so hoarse and dire, he was unsure.

"Are you alright? You sound... ominous" Nico asked nervously as he glanced in the dark of the kitchen.

After a second, he face-palmed himself. Why was he talking on the phone if they were in the same house, under the same roof?

So, he decided to hang up abruptly and climbed up the stairs.