『〔Solangelo One Shots〕』

First Pt. 2

Funny, I'm not really feeling this "happy vibe". But then again, I promised a happy so I'll do it 🙄.
Sorry it took so long, I honestly had no clue what to write.
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It wasn't easy for Will. It isn't everyday your best friend of your whole life leaves you. Now look what he's done.

Will wasn't someone who would cry. But that night, he couldn't sleep from the amount of screams and sobs he cried into his pillow. He's almost never had a mental breakdown, but his heart was shattered. It felt like his soul was ripped apart and stepped on to a pulp.

He didn't mean what he said. He was simply caught in the moment. He didn't hate Nico. He loved him.

... more than a friend?

What?!? No! He wasn't gay. Or bi... or pan or omni, or whatever the fuck it is to like the same gender, no! He's straight. Straight.

But then why did it hurt so much?

...maybe?

No!

Anyway- back to Will suffering from a (possible) heartbreak.

Did Will regret everything? Yes. Yes, he did. He regretted the lies he seethed through his very teeth. He regretted ever dating that girl to amp his popularity. He regretted making everything a contest. He regretted losing Nico.

Even if life went on, which it did, Will had that regret, that insecurity, that... shadow eating away at him for the rest of his high school career... which was only a year. Crazy isn't it?

Will got quieter. His popularity never faded. He didn't even need to date her. He just did. Why? Not sure.

College was an experience. Was it actually? Not really. He didn't stand out with his billions of siblings. He was just... Will. He liked that. He chose a college far from his old friends and family. He needed that getaway. And he got into that school. He wanted to so bad... and he did. Oh how pleased he was with himself. Did he tell Nico? He couldn't. Caught in his joy, he forgot his biggest dilemma, his challenge.

Nico moved away.

That summer before the start of university, Will often laid in bed. Thinking. Revising. On what, exactly? Nico. His past experiences with him. The joy Nico brought him. The euphoria he got when he was around him. The urge to smile, laugh, express. The giddiness he got when Nico would be around him. The days and nights where Nico would lay in bed with Will.

Cuddling as bros, right? It's normal to get lost in your homies' eyes. To have sparks flow through your veins when they push your unruly, wavy, blond, growing hair out of your eyes and behind you ear, just grazing your skin. To caress his cheek as he close his eyes and lean deeper into your touch. To want him to hug you. To desire his affection. To crave his touch. To yearn for his kisses. To watch him grow old with you. To protect him. To love him. To comfort him while he cries. To maybe make him cry... and see him under you, exhausted as his hair is plastered on his sweaty face, watching his chest move up and down like he just ran a million laps, and caressing the pale skin of his torso, some spots darkened and bite marks of red and purple as he cries out your name and arches his back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as you-

OKAY WOAHHH. CALM THE FUCK DOWN.

It hit him so quickly. He loves Nico. He always has. Gods was he stupid. How did he not realize it sooner.

That's another reason why Will and his girlfriend got into so many fights.

"Why do you keep looking at him, I'm your girlfriend, not him!"