Roomates (Solangelo AU)

XI || So, what does 'pormise' mean?

A/N: Sorry for updating late! I found an amazing Solangelo fanfic and got caught up in reading it! Important note: instead of saying time skip when there's a time skip, I will be putting four dotted lines.

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The story will also now be told aa a third person POV.

Thank you guys for the responses to my questions! I don't own the characters, enjoy the story!! :)

Get ready for some angst.

Nico POV:

Nico shoved his phone into the pocket of his sweatshirt and faced Will while crouching. Will was still trembling and crying softly. Nico firmly placed his hands on the other boy's shoulders , hoping for it to make Will stay a bit more still, but it didn't work.

"Will," Nico said softly. "Try and breath."

He didn't seem to hear him. Nico sighed, and grabbed both of Will's hands.

"Here, do it with me. In through you're nose," Nico breathed in calmly. "Hold it for... one...two...three. Now out though you're mouth." Will followed his instructions, and they repeated this process a few times until Will's breathing became steadier and he looked more calmed.

"Better?" Nico asked.

Will nodded, but he still wouldn't speak.

Nico took his hands out of Will's and ran his left hand through his own black hair. While he was combing his hands through, he stumbled upon a small braid. Nico silently cursed at Will for braiding his hair earlier in the car without his consent.

There was an ackward silence between the two boys. "We should probably get some sleep." Nico said quietly.

Will nodded again and slid himself into his sleeping bag. Nico did the same to his own and yawned as Will loudly moved around in his sleeping bag.

"Could you be a bit quieter?" Nico said softly. He didn't want to be too rude to Will considering the guy had just gone through a panic attack. Nico used to get them a lot when he was younger, so he knew how scary it was to experience them. He wasn't planning on making them any worse for Will.

"Sorry." Will apologized, though he continued tossing and turning noisly. Nico decided to just ignore it and close his eyes.

As he drifted off to sleep he entered a dream state.

Nico was standing in a small room with dark oak walls and floors. The room was empty other than the two small beds pushed in the corner. Sun shone through the have closed blinds making the dark dusty room slightly brighter.

Nico looked down at his clothes and body, and he was sixteen years old again. He turned around to found himself facing Bianca, gun gripped in her hand pulled close to her hip. Her expression was pained as she looked at Nico straight in the eyes. She lifted the gun to the side of her head, pointed towards her.

No, I am not reliving this. Nico thought to himself.

Nico tried to speak but his mouth wouldn't open. A tear rolled down her cheek as she squinted her eyes closed, and she pulled the trigger.

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"So, how did you sleep?" Piper asked Nico while stirring her staw in her cup of lemonade. The two were sitting across from each other at the picnic table by the tents waiting for the others to wake up. Piper had an opened book face down on the surface of the table and Nico grimaced at the sight. Though he was dyslexic and hadn't picked up a book in years, it still pained him to see someone mistreating one, intentionally or not.