Solangelo Oneshots

Smirkier

Summary: part 2 to the chapter named Smirk. Fluffy fluff (maybe some angst idk). (I had no idea for names :S)

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Will laid in place for a while, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the heck just happened. "He kissed me..." He muttered in disbelief. He raised a hand and touched his lips, trying to remember the sensation of Nico's lips on his own. "More..." He whispered, getting up from the ground.

He went downstairs to find Nico in the kitchen with a glass of water, somehow composed enough to ask, "thirsty?"

Will hesitated. Does he not want me to know? He kissed me when he thought I wouldn't know... Will's mind was going a mile a minute contemplating what he should do next.

"Will?" Nico waved a hand in his face, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Ah, yes." Will replied, not actually know the question.

Nico nodded and got out another glass. Will watched him intently, watching for some sign that what had just happened had actually happened, but Nico showed no signal that anything was different, so Will was left to wonder if he was just going crazy.

"Sorry for falling asleep, by the way." Will grinned slightly.

Nico handed him a glass of water but didn't meet his eyes, blushing softly. "It's no problem." He said.

Will noticed the dusting of red on Nico's cheeks. He smirked. "Why'd you come downs stairs anyway? You know I sleep like a log. You wouldn't have woken me up."

The red high on Nico's cheekbones was deepening, as he turned around to put his glass in the sink. "Water." He said with an obviously forced air casualness.

Though Nico had turned to hide his face, his ears and neck were still visible, glowing a bright red.

Will walked quietly up behind Nico. "I don't think you've lied... but I feel like you're not telling me everything." Will whispered into the back of Nico's ear, throwing caution to the wind.

Nico turned so quickly that Will could feel Nico's hair brush his nose. "What?!" He hissed, failing miserably at hiding the blood creeping splotchily to his entire face. "Why would I- No- I just-" He couldn't quite decide what to say, what excuse to use. He fell silent, staring at the floor. He knows! He knows! He knows! Was all he could repeat in his head. "I've told all there is to tell!" He squeaked finally.

Will looked him in the eye for a moment before shutting his eyes in a small sigh and backing off. "Okay then. I need to go home now, so I'll text you later."

Nico stood stock still in the kitchen, dark eyes dilated with adrenaline. He didn't respond, not daring to move a muscle until the front door closed, then he collapsed, hear pounding wildly, blood rushing through his ears. He felt his eyes watering and his breath hitching. He sat down on the floor, slowly sinking and melting into himself until he was a blubbering mess.

Will didn't get a response when he texted Nico that night, or the next morning, or that afternoon, or that night and just like that, 2 weeks had past, during which Nico didn't show up to classes. He was kicking himself for not just being patient and waiting for Nico to confess. I must've scared him or something... He worried to himself. But Will wasn't the type to sit around and let his friendship suffer because he was too afraid to do anything more.

10 minutes later, Will was turning off the sidewalk and into the pathway leading to Nico's front door. He knocked... no reply. He knocked again... no reply once again. He tried once more and got the same result. He tried the doorknob and found the door was unlocked. His mind started to race, wondering if someone broke in. He swung the door forward, stepping inside. All the lights were on.