Colors {Stollace}

Chapter Eleven ✦ I Will Try to Fix You

  Colors {Stollace} ✦ Chapter Eleven ✦ I Will Try to Fix You

"Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you," Coldplay ✦ Fix You

  A knock on the door woke Will from his sleep, so he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Apollo walked in, before sitting on the bed next to his son.
 
  "Are you ready for your first day?"
 
  They had decided to take Will to an outpatient mental facility for a month or less. He would go during the morning, have school half the day, then have group therapy the other half. After that, he would come home and start the day over again.
 
  "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," Will mumbled, running a hand through his messy, curly hair. Apollo grabbed his left wrist and pulled it out to see it. There were no fresh cuts, so he sighed in relief and let go.
 
  "I'm going to take you today, but a bus will pick you up and drop you off for the rest, okay?"
 
  "I guess."
 
  "Alright...I'm going to go get ready."
 
  Apollo left Will, so the blonde boy walked to his closet. What was he supposed to wear?
 
  He settled for something he didn't often wear; a Fall Out Boy sweater and some black skinny jeans. He then brushed his teeth and ran a hand through his hair.
 
He couldn't help but think back to that night. What if Apollo hadn't heard him? What if Hyacinth didn't calm him down? What if he would've swallowed the pills?
 
What was he thinking?
 
Now Connor probably thinks he's a freak, Leo and Nico probably think the same as well. He's worried his fathers beyond belief.
 
I'm such a shitty person.
 
A knock on the door broke him out of his thoughts, so he opened it, having to do a double take.
 
"Connor?" he whispered, watching as a devilish smirk spread across Connor's features. "Aren't you supposed to be at school?"
 
"Algebra isn't important. Anyway, my b- you're going to a new place for a while. I have to be here for moral support."
 
"Right," Will mused, before hugging Connor tightly. "Thanks for being here."
 
"Of course," Connor mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of Will's head. "I know you're not allowed to have your phone there, so..." He fished something out of his bag. "And I know you're probably not going to like the people there, so..." He handed Will a blue composition notebook. "If you need to talk, just write it down in here and we can talk when you get home, alright?"
 
It was so simple yet so thoughtful. Will felt his eyes burn, before he blinked the tears away and pressed a kiss to Connor's flushed cheek.
 
"You're the best."
 
"I know," Connor cockily replied, before sighing. "I've gotta go. Your dad's gonna yell at me...he kinda doesn't know I'm here."
 
"Which dad?"
 
"Hyacinth let me in..."
 
"What the hell- Connor?" Apollo asked, causing Connor to throw Will a look.
 
"That's my cue." He kissed Will's forehead and quickly walked out of the house.
 
"How did he get in here?" Apollo asked, not noticing when Hyacinth made the shushing motion towards Will. The blonde boy shrugged and suppressed a giggle.

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  "So...how was your first day?" Connor asked as he sat on the roof of his house, Will beside him. They were so close, each could feel the others body heat.
 
  Will pulled out his notebook and handed it to Connor, who flipped it open and made a whistling noise.
 
  "Three whole pages?"
 
  "The counsellor tried to tell me I was faking being gay for attention," Will muttered. "Oh yeah, sure, let me just put myself through oppression and emotional trauma for attention. Fucking dumbass."
 
  "Language," Connor chided jokingly.
 
  "Sorry. Fucking dumbbutt."
 
  Connor laughed, scooting closer to Will. The blonde got butterflies in his stomach and his heart fluttered as their shoulders brushed. Connor turned to Will and watched his blue eyes take in the sunset.
 
  "Will?" Connor asked softly, watching as his soft, sky blue eyes met Connor's deep blue ones. Connor analyzed Will's face, committing how he looked right now to memory. His curly blonde hair was shaggy and slightly tousled from him raking his fingers through it. His freckles dotted his face like constellations in the night sky and his cheeks were slightly flushed, bringing out the blue in his eyes and the sun-kissed tan of his face.
 
  Will's lips were parted slightly. Connor felt his heartbeat stutter as he stared at them. They were soft and pink and slightly plump and Connor wanted them so bad. He wanted Will so achingly bad.
 
  "I want you," he heard himself whisper before he could filter what he was saying. Will's eyes searching his, looking fragile and exposed right in front of Connor. "I don't know if you want this, or if you're okay, or if I'm even okay, but...fuck, Will. I've never wanted anyone so bad. I want you. I want us. I want this," he poured his heart out to Will, not letting his brain stop him. His hand grabbed Will as he pressed it against his chest so that Will could feel his heart beating radically in his chest. Will looked almost shocked, like he didn't have the slightest idea what to say. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life," Connor admitted, his voice hushed to a whisper. This time, he felt stripped bare and exposed in front of Will, his emotions on full display, like he was set on proving himself to the blonde. "I want to be there for you. I want to watch you get better and know that you're there for me and I'm there for you. I want to kiss you and hold you and-"
 
  "Connor," Will whispered, cutting him off. Connor watched him, knowing that Will wasn't going to say anything. He could see it in Will's eyes, his emotions laid out on the table like a deck of cards.
 
  Their lips found each other's. Connor's hands were on Will's cheeks and Will's arms were around Connor like he didn't ever want to let go. Connor kissed Will like he was getting drunk off of his lips and Will kissed back desperately, wanting nothing more than Connor.
 
  Just Connor.
 
  That's all that ran through his mind.
 
  Connor. Connor. Connor.
 
  They didn't ever want to let go of each other. Connor was Will's rock. Will was Connor's light. They completed each other. Their bodies fit perfectly pressed against each other, their lips slotted between the others and all those days and nights with Nico di Angelo would never live up to this in Will's mind. This moment, where both boys were stripped of their masks, acting on nothing but emotion. Pure, raw feeling.
 
  And then they pulled away, pressing their foreheads together, both breathing heavily, both tasting the other on their tongues and they had never - ever - experienced anything like this with anyone else.
 
  (A/N: it's 2:39 am and I just thought 5 came after 3 and I'm tired as fuckin hell but I promised myself I wouldn't sleep until I finished this chapter for you guys. You're welcome.)