Colors {Stollace}

Chapter Fifteen ✦ Turning Page

  Colors {Stollace} ✦ Chapter Fifteen ✦ Turning Page

"If I had only felt how it feels to be yours, well I would have known what I've been living for all along," Sleeping at Last ✦ Turning Page

Connor stood at the door of Will's apartment. He had been waiting at least ten minutes and felt the flowers growing heavy in his hands. His heart dropped. Was Apollo against this? Is that why no one was answering?

Will hadn't texted him in a few days, and he was starting to get worried. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted Will.

connor: Hey, are you okay? I haven't heard from you in a few days...

Nothing worried him more than Will not answering his texts, so he called him.

"Connor, he's fine," Apollo answered. Connor was confused as to why Apollo answered instead of Will. "We're busy right now."

"Where's Will? Why do you have his phone?"

"We're busy," Apollo's tone was laced with bitterness. Connor didn't understand why. Connor didn't do anything wrong. At least, he didn't think he did.

"Can I at least talk to Will for like five seconds?"

"Fine." Connor heard some shuffling, before he heard Apollo say something about, "where we are," and Will muttering an, "okay."

"Connor?" Will asked, and Connor could hear the smile in his voice.

"Hey. How are you?"

"I'm okay...I guess. Also, I'm at Olympus Hospital. Room 282."

Connor heard Will laugh as Apollo snapped something at him, before the call ended. Connor felt a devilish smile settled onto his lips. Apollo had told Will not to tell Connor where they were and Will did it anyway.  

  Connor hopped into the car Travis gave him. (He had gotten a new one because he was tired of Connor using his. Plus, his dad was rich.) He drove to the hospital and walked inside. The lady at the front didn't give him a second glance after she saw the flowers and shrugged, so he headed up to room 282. He passed by a sign that said, "Psychiatric Ward" and all of a sudden he understood why Will was here. Actually, he didn't. He didn't know why Will was in the psych ward. Apollo agreed on not taking him to the hospital.

  He knocked on the door and looked inside the little window, a grin appearing in his face as he saw Will. Apollo reluctantly opened it and let him in, looking defeated.

  "I brought you these," Connor said, giving the flowers to Will, watching as the blonde blushed. Connor looked around the room, analyzing everything. It still looked like a hospital room, but there weren't any machines or wires or IV's hooked into Will.

  "I'm under 72 hour suicide watch," Will told Connor. "Though I didn't even attempt," he said bitterly, avoiding his parents' eyes. "Also, they told me I'm supposedly Bipolar."

  Connor didn't say anything, because he already suspected it. Instead, he sat in the seat next to Will's bed and carried on a small conversation about how his day was and what he was going to pass the time. Will's eyes suddenly lit up, before he hopped off of the bed and grabbed Connor's wrist, dragging him out of the room.

  "You need an escort!" Apollo called.

  "I have an escort!" Will yelled back, giving Connor a grin before they entered a small room that had board games and stuff of the sort. Some other kids around Connor's age were there, and he didn't want to think about why.

  Will pulled him into a different room. A piano was in the middle of it and Will sat down on the bench, patting the space next to him. Connor sat next to him as well.

  "So, there's this song I've been learning. My dads - well, one of them - won't let me on my phone, so I've been listening to an iPod and I decided - hey, why not learn this song?" Will asked.

  "So you've been teaching yourself?"

  "Yeah," Will whispered. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

  "You're just so amazing."

  Will blushed and looked down at the keys, before he positioned his hands.

  "Just listen, okay?"

  He began playing and Connor was completely mesmerized by how his delicate fingers danced across the keys how his eyes followed the movement. He began singing, and Connor felt his heart flutter in his chest.

  "I've waited a hundred years, but I'd wait a million more for you," he sang, glancing over at the brunette and smiling. "Nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do." He then looked back down. "If I had only felt the warmth within your touch. If I had only seen how you smile when you blush, or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough. Well I would have known what I was living for all along. What I've been living for..." His voice cracked a bit but he kept going. "Your love is my turning page, where only the sweetest words remain. Every kiss is a cursive line. Every touch is a redefining phrase." What he sang next made Connor's eyes water and a lump rise up in his throat from the pure emotion in Will's voice and the words. "I surrender who I've been for who you are, for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart. If I had only felt how it feels to be yours, well I would have known what I've been living for all along. What I've been living for..."

  Suddenly the keys faded out and his voice stopped.

  "That's all I have so far," he admitted, a blush on his cheeks. Connor couldn't stop looking at Will as he felt his heart swell.

  "That was...that was beautiful," Connor couldn't help but whisper. "How long did it take you to get that far?"

  "Two days," Will said, blushed even darker as Connor's jaw dropped. "It's not that great..."

  "Are you kidding me? That was absolutely amazing. And you sang with such...emotion, I felt like-"

  "It was meant for you," Will suddenly cut Connor off, causing the boy to blush. "Because I...I don't know...That song perfectly sums up how I feel about you."

  Connor couldn't speak. Will looked down at the keys, a sad look in his eyes. He suddenly looked up at the wall in front of them, before taking a deep breath and turning to Connor.

  "Because I'm in love with you."

In the doorway, Apollo and Hyacinth watched the two boys. Hyacinth turned to Apollo and nudged his shoulder.

"C'mon...don't be so bitter," he whispered lovingly. "Doesn't it remind you of us?"

(A/N: I really advise you to listen to Turning Page bc it's just a really amazing song. Also, I always need help with inspiration so pls message me song lyrics and ideas that apply to this story if you have anything.)