Solangelo comes out 🏳️🌈

First kiss ⭐️🌑🌕🔆

Nico and Will sit in cabin 13. Sunlight streams through the windows and illuminates Will's hair as he laughs at something dumb Nico had said moments before, his teeth are white and shine. His freckles are dotted across his face and look like strawberry seeds, Nico could have stayed frozen like that, looking at Will like that, for all eternity- he didn't think he'd ever grow bored of it. He subconsciously holds his necklace, and Will pauses, looking down, he stays silent for a minute or two before whispering, "Your heart is beating irregularly fast," 

"Is it?" Nico responds, blushing. Truth be told he could feel Will's heart beating too, and however loud Nico's was- Will's was certainly louder, however Nico didn't want to further fluster the blonde and stayed quiet. Nico swings his legs absentmindedly on the edge of the bunk bed, Will is lying on his stomach and kicking his legs, criss crossing them in mid air. They stay in that contented reverie for what to Nico seems like hours, he enjoys it, the sounds of struggle from the sword fighting arena are dull background noise and the combined beating of the boys heart's drown out everything else. Nico turns to face Will and leans forward, their lips are only moments apart.

Will looks at him, "The sun is brighter in your eyes and the sky darker when you do not stand there to brighten it." 

"You're dumb," Nico says stifling a laugh.

"There are worse things to be," Wills says seriously.

"Like what?" Nico mutters, their lips now almost touching.

Will moves his mouth to Nico's ear, "Without you," he says, before kissing Nico on the lips. It's short and sweet, Nico thinks it tastes like strawberry cotton candy, a little bit melted and sticky in the thick hot carnival air, it's clumsy but well-meant, Will wanted it to mean something, and it did, it really did.

They both lay down on the bed, the sun is lower in the sky now, and Will is getting tired. They hold hands and Nico can feel each and every one of Will's bracelets, and he runs through the patterns in his head, it brings him comfort to think of how each bracelet Will made himself, sitting in the craft tent for days on end working to make them perfect. He can feel each mistaken plait and badly tied end, he feels the effort Will put into making them- and he feels to whole inside, he think he might burst. "I love you," he says in a light whisper, so it feels like he's telling Will a secret, their special secret, "I think I always have."

A/N   Why'd I get so poetic with this bro 💀, hope you like it cus I tried so hard to make a realistic teen love story. It's messy and lop sided, it dips at one end and is slightly uneven, and you can feel the ridges and grooves of how it's roughly carved, and you feel the dents etched in the center, and the peeling paint. And N + W in carved in the heart, and just this once, Nico might let himself like its flaws.