Nico
Once the knock on the door came, I waited five long seconds to answer.
One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, four....
I had to make it seem like I wasn't super excited to see him— even though I was practically waiting with my hand on the door knob.
When I finally did open the door, I couldn't stop myself from smiling. There he was in all his beautiful glory: Will Solace. He was always cute, but the April sun had done him well. His skin was a bit tanner, more freckles appearing on his face, and his hair seemed to get lighter. He was practically glowing.
"Hey," I said, stepping back so he could come in my room.
"Hey," he replied, grinning.
He was doing better, I think. At least it appeared that way. For the past three weeks, he's been going to therapy. I think it's helping him, which thank Gods, because for a while I was seriously concerned about him. And I still am, but I think he's slowly coming to terms with whatever he had going on, which is good.
"So..." I trailed off, shoving my hands into my pockets.
"So..." he mimicked.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh stop, you loser." I reached out and slung my arm around his shoulders. "Where are we going?"
Over the past three weeks, we'd hung out together, just us, plenty of times.
But I wasn't sure how to feel about that— I think we both had made it clear that we liked each other, but I also didn't want to start something with him when he wasn't even in a good place with himself.
Yesterday, though, we'd finally had that conversation.
"So... um... you know I like you. A lot." He had started.
We were in my dorm, where we usually were since we wouldn't have to worry about Leo being around in his room. He was about to leave until he suddenly stopped and started talking.
"And I've honestly had a crush on you since the first day you started here." I'd blushed when he said that. I honestly had no idea about that part. "And I know you said you didn't want to start anything, that you'd wait, but I want you to know that I'm, you know, ready for a relationship or whatever. If that's what you want."
My face went redder. "That is what I want. I just didn't want to be with you when you had so much going on. And I don't mean that you were too sad or whatever, because I've had people say that to me. I mean, not in a relationship way, but like no one wanting to be friends with me or be around me because I was "too sad" so I don't want you to think that I—"
"No, I know, I get it." He cuts off my rambling, thank gods. "I understand. Completely. So can we maybe... start over?" He cringed. "Gods, that sounds so cliche."
I laughed. "How about this— let's go on a date. A real date."
He smiles. "When are you free?"
And that's what led us here.
"Dinner and a movie," he responded, placing his hand on top of mine.
"So basic," I replied with a joking eye roll.
"Oh, what, so you don't want to go?" He asked.
"Of course I do," I replied back with a laugh. Then, a bit more seriously, I added, "I'd go anywhere with you."
He turned to face me, his eyes bearing into mine. We looked at each other like that for a long second, and I felt a rush of emotion just being in front of him like this.
