Mon Cheri (Solangelo AU)

Chapter 8

Will had a suit. A great suit. He'd purchased it on the line. And he'd been staring at it ever since he got out of the shower 25 minutes ago. Which wasn't a good thing, he doubted it the more he stared at it. What if it didn't look good on him? What if Nico didn't like it?

"Are you going to put it on? Or just stand there staring at it like its from outer space in your boxers and socks until the world ends?" Cecil joked as he resurfaced from the bathroom already in a dress shirt, but he wore it with socks and boxers.

Will rolled his eyes at his friend, "Of course I'm putting it on. That's its purpose."

"So put it on because you're starting to creep me out just standing there staring it. You're starting to look like a mannequin."

Will couldn't resist rolling his eyes again. "Alright whatever."

Will continued getting dressed quickly, realizing if he didn't hurry, he'd probably be late for Nico. He grabbed his favourite silver bow tie from his drawer and tied it around his neck, trying to be quick. He was excited. He couldn't wait to see Nico. In a suit.

I bet my life he looks sexy as fuck, Will thought. A huge grin took over his features as he tied his shoes and thought about Nico in a suit.

Cecil grabbed his coat from his bed as he was leaving and noticed Will's smile, "What are you so smiley about? That you might actually be late for once?"

Will stood and shook his head, "What are you talking about? I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I'm a quick dresser. Let's go. My date is waiting."

As Cecil swung open the door, there stood Nico with his fist poised to knock. And goddamn had Will been right. But he wasn't wearing a suit. Nico wore black skinny jeans with a rip on the left knee, a silver dress shirt, black tie and blazer, and black converse. (A/N: It is called a blazer right?) Still, Nico looked mouth watering, suit or no.

They stared at each other for what seemed like forever until Cecil cleared his throat dramatically. Followed by, "What are you standing around there for? Don't we have a dance to get to?"

Nico and Will both blushed and after another beat of awkward silence Cecil said, "Can I just say? Dayum, Will. If you hadn't met him first, I would have definitely taken him for myself."

Nico's colored cheeks intensified and took on the color of ripe cherries. Will copied his actions and glared at one his closest friends. "Oh shut up, Cecil. You're not even into guys."

A crooked smirk took over his features, "Your date is still hot and I never said I wasn't."

Will would have argued but then realized his friend had a point.

Nico looked at the top of the door frame, his cheeks still flaming and grumbled, "Are we leaving or are you going to continue talking about me like I'm not here?"

"Sorry," Will said, "Let's get out of here." He glared at his friend on his way out and joined Nico in retreating to the ballroom, who had already turned around to head down there when Will took a step out of his shared room.

On the way down, Nico didn't say anything, his face still slightly red. But Will couldn't stop himself from complementing him because he did indeed look gorgeous. Not that he wasn't already but like, he just looked amazing. "Nico—" And then he remembered something and stopped himself. "Damn it, I'm sorry I forgot something, wait here, I'll be right back."

Without waiting for his reply he ran up the steps and back to his room. Cecil was still there, apparently he forgot something too. So much for Cecil being early to something in his life, Will thought. He stopped to look at him as he ran in, faster than Barry Allen, grabbed what he forgot and ran back out. He reached Nico on the steps soon enough and held out a single red tulip. Will had thought it was pretty and he didn't want to be cliché and get him a rose so he got that one instead. A red tulip meant a declaration of love, of course, Will didn't love him (yet) but he certainly liked him. "For you."