Pjo couples oneshot! mortal AU

Love, reckless driving and spaghetti carbonara

'Rise and shine, Italian bean!' I screamed, opening the window and yanking the blanket of my boyfriend. He groaned and curled into a ball, hugging his teddybear tighter. Adorable (it used to be my teddybear, but he stole it).

'Will, it's...' He opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock. 'Five in the morning. What do you want me to do, photosynthesize?'
'Don't you get it?' I smirked. 'It's spaghetti carbonara-day!'
Nico shot up, eyes wide. 'Today? Spaghetti carbonara-day?'

'Yep.' I declared, pacing to the bathroom. 'Get dressed, floof-ball. We're going to Walmart.'
'I'm not a floof-ball.' He mumbled, before reluctantly rolling out of bed.

-Pov switch-

I pulled out of the driveway, rubbing my eyes. Will shot concerned glances at the steering wheel.
'Are you sure you want to drive?' He hesitated. 'Shouldn't I take over?'
'I'm sure.' I said, offended. 'I consider myself a very good driver.'
'I don't agree.'
'Shut up, sunshine.' I retorted, nearly hitting a pedestrian.

Even though I didn't act like it, I was incredibly excited about spaghetti carbonara-day. It turned into our tradition. Once a year, it has to be spaghetti carbonara-day. My Italian genes were proud with the improvement.

'Left. Right. Left.' Will mumbled. I shot him a annoyed look.
'I know where the Walmart is, fetta di pane. We've been there.'
'One day I'm going to use google translate upon you.' He threatened.
'You wouldn't dare to.' I scoffed. 'Also, why is that dude walking on the road. I could literally run him over right now.'

'Hmm, sure.' My boyfriend replied. He turned to me with a concerned expression. 'Neeks, why are you speeding up?'
'Just to scare him a little, he shouldn't be jaywalking.'

The stranger turned around and flipped us off. Because I had my hands on the steering wheel, Will flipped him off for me.

-Pov switch-

Nico spun rounds in the shopping cart as I tried to throw in ingredients. 'Hmm... we'll need spaghetti, eggs, cheese...'
'Egg yolks.' He corrected me. 'Don't you dare put in the whole egg.'
'You can't buy egg yolks separately, belle.' I explained as I threw in a new pan. Nico shot me a look.
'One day, I'm going to throw Google translate upon YOU. Or Piper, who learned you stupid French.
Now it was my turn to scoff. 'You wouldn't dare.'
'Oh, I would.' He retorted, walking to the line. 'And I will.'

We stopped. The line was incredibly long, and it would take around 30 minutes to get to the cashier. I looked over at Nico.
'Self-checkout?'
'Self-checkout.'

-Pov switch-

After getting into the car, Will stopped me from entering the drivers-seat.
'Let me drive for once. Please?'
I narrowed my eyes, but took the passenger seat and put on my seatbelt. My boyfriend started the car and pulled out the parking lot, humming a song.

I rested my hand against the cool window, the sun shining in my eyes (the outside sun, not the one sitting next to me). As an Italian, I promised myself to stand right next to him and ensure Will doesn't break the spaghetti. He did that once, two years ago and I'm still not over it.

'Right. Left. Right.' I smirked. He shot me a really?-look.
'I only do that so you don't run over a happy family. Unlike you, I'm actually a good and safe driver.'
A second later he hit the brakes with all his power to stop in front of a red light.
'Right. Orange. Left.' I continued.

After a few minutes we pulled up in our driveway. I took the eggs, pepper and salt while Will took the pancetta, cheese and spaghetti.

We entered the appartement and I managed to press the elevator button through the groceries in my arms.
'Will?'
'Hmm?'
'If we had bought a plastic bag we didn't have to struggle now, right?'
'Exactly.'
'Will we buy a plastic bag next time?'
'No way!' He declared as the doors opened. 'I'm not paying 98 cent for such a insignificant item!'
I smiled. 'Don't ever change.'

-Pov switch-

'I'm keeping an eye on you.' Nico cautioned as I unwrapped the items. 'One wrong move and the Italian mafia is coming to get you.'
I mock-gasped. 'Would you just throw your boyfriend, your beloved sunshine under the bus like that?'
'If he breaks pasta, then, yes.'

'How cold.' I scoffed, carefully placing the spaghetti around the pan. 'How incredibly cold.'
'Then I shall be cold.' Nico retorted, separating the egg yolks. 'Cold as ice.'
'More like hot as the sun.'
He blushed. 'Oh, shut up Solace.'
'Never.' I declared. 'Never.'

After an hour of getting every movement closely inspected by the Italian bean, aka, my beloved boyfriend, and decorating the table with candles, dinner was ready to be served.
'And? Approved by a Italian?' I asked while Nico tasted the spaghetti. He looked up with one of his rare smiles.

'Approved.'