Will was lying on the couch and absent-mindedly flipping through channels. Gods, he was bored. He considered calling Nico and pretending to have stabbed himself in the arm with a butter knife, but he realized that his Death Boy would probably murder him if he did.
The front door swung open and thudded onto the wall. "WILL!" Nico screamed, skipping into the room. "GUESS WHAT JUST CAME IN THE MAIL!"
Will jumped to his feet, his heart racing. "The newest issue of Teen Vogue?!"
"Wha-- no, you idiot!" Nico held up an open envelope bearing the emblem of that fancy-pants art college Nico had applied for. "THE FUCKING LETTER SAYS I GOT INTO THE FUCKING COLLEGE!"
Will's heart swelled with pride for Nico. "Really? You're not kidding, or anything, right?"
"WILLIAM FUCKING SOLACE I WOULDN'T JUST FUCKING LIE ABOUT SOMETHING AS SERIOUS AS THIS!"
"Okay, okay, I get it. Congrats, Neeks," Will said, a grin spreading on his face.
"WILL I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I NEED SOME FUCKING POP-TARTS TO FUCKING CELEBRATE THIS FUCKING AWESOME OCCASION."
"Quit saying 'fuck."
"FUCK NO."
"Oh Hades, Nico," Will said, knowing it would piss Nico off to hear his dad's name thrown around in a normal conversation.
"Hey, watch your fucking language."
"I knew that would get you to stop screaming. So... you said something about Pop-Tarts? We ran out."
"We're going to Kroger, then."
