Why doorbells and dark haired boys are bad for sleep

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Will

The doorbell rings clearly from downstairs, shattering any hope I had of falling asleep. Who would be at our door in the middle of the night? I sigh. Hearing the chime again, I know I have to get up before whoever is at the door wakes everyone in the house. I carefully creeped downstairs, hoping I won't wake anyone up. I've been told I'm a loud person.

The entry room is pitch black, except the dim light of the moon. It was illuminating the part of the room near the window. A figure, the person, was standing next to the door, their hand lifted to ring the doorbell again. They hesitated, and I tried to smother the hope that was building inside of me. I refused to believe it was him. He had no reason to come here.

But it was him. Nico di Angelo was standing on my front porch. I didn't hesitate any longer. I flung the door open bracing myself. Nico stepped away from the door in shock. I inwardly sighed, chuckling to myself.

Nico's eyes were locked at his feet, his hand reaching up to run through his hair. His feet shifted, as he sheepishly waved to me, his gaze still focused on the ground.

"Nico?" I ask, confused. I couldn't figure out why he was here. It was well past midnight. Just thinking about the time I let loose a yawn. Where was this exhaustion just a few minutes ago?

"S- sorry if I woke you," he stuttered.

His face was illuminated by the auburn light that our dim porch light cast. He was wearing the same clothes as he was wearing earlier, making me blush slightly as I realized I wasn't wearing a shirt and my shorts hung loosely on my waist.

Nico looked up for the first time since he arrived, then quickly looked down, shoving his hands in his pockets. I felt a smile creep onto my face, and I wished he could see it. See I wasn't upset at him.

"Neeks, I was already awake," the nickname slipped from my mouth so fast that I didn't even realize I said it until a few seconds later. I couldn't call him Neeks. We were barely on speaking terms.

Nico, despite my dismay, perked up slightly. He nodded faintly, and I smiled at how cute he looked. How was he this cute? I inwardly sighed at my train of thought. I couldn't be thinking about Nico like this.

I studied him for a second. "So... why are you here?"

Nico started to mutter something so soft and quick that I couldn't understand him. I heard some Italian, or I thought it was Italian because it sure wasn't english. And when Nico spoke Italian, his accent shone. it was shining.

He abruptly stopped, as I put my hand on his shoulder. We awkwardly stood there in silence for a moment. Nico must have seen the confusion on my face, since blushed slightly and said, "shit- sorry. I can't- you're probably wondering- what is wrong with me-"

I cut him off by squeezing his shoulder, my hand still being there. Why is it still there? "Neeks," I say with a warm smile, "come inside."

Once inside, I saw the tension in his shoulders go away a little. My eyes lingered on him for too long, taking in every detail. He looked at me, and let out a pent up breath, that was so soft my ears strained to hear it.

"Will, are you okay?" His question knocks the air out of me. Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be anything but okay?

I nod my head. "Yeah, I'm good." Nico's eyebrows raise slightly.

"You don't have to be okay," he says.

"I said I'm fine," I said more harshly than I intended. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Nico flinched at my tone, making me regret the sharpness of my tone. But I was fine. Why couldn't he see that?

"Will..." Nico trailed off, concern flashing in his eyes.

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