Solangelo Oneshots

7 : Eggs

"Okay, students! For doing such a good job on your projects, I have decided to reward you," Mr. Solace said with a large smile. "We are having a party!" The kids cheered, and started talking excitedly to each other. "Okay, okay, calm down." Will waited for them to be quiet before he said, "Since I know you don't like the food the school makes, you get to stay here and we'll make our own food!" Another cheer went up. "So, what do you want? Sandwiches, or breakfast foods?"

"BREAKFAST!" Everyone yelled.

"Alright," Will rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Let's get cooking!"

About ten minutes later, a huge problem came up.

"We don't have any eggs!" a girl exclaimed.

"The toast is burnt!" another cried.

Will's eyes widened. He had forgotten to get eggs! Plus he was a terrible cook! How had he forgotten that? A lightbulb lit in his head. "No worries kids! I have a way to fix everything!" He whipped out his phone and called the one person that could save this party.

"Hello?"

"Hey, can you get some eggs for me?"

"No."

"Please? You don't have to work until nine tonight! I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

"Anything."

". . . Fine."

"One other thing."

Will heard a sigh. "What is it?"

"Can you come and cook for the class? I may burn down the school if I try again."

"You owe me. I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Thank you so much! Love you!"

"Love you too. Bye."

"See you soon!"

Will hung up and turned to his dumbfounded class. "You have a girlfriend?" a voice asked after a minute of silence. Will just shook his head, smiling.

"Boyfriend?" another asked, for the students knew their teacher was bisexual. Another shake of the head.

"You're married?" Will nodded.

"What's their name? Mary?"

"Nope," Will responded, the smile never leaving his face.

"Susan?"

"No."

"Brayden?"

"Nada."

"Nicolas?"

"Closer."

The class, not expecting this answer, fell silent, thinking of possible names. Finally, a voice asked, "Nico?"

Will's smile grew bigger as he said, "Yes."

"Did I hear my name?" Every head turned toward the door, trying to see who the owner of the voice was. Standing there was a man in black jeans, and a sweatshirt about two sizes too big for him. He walked over to Will, put the bag he was holding on the table, and kissed the teacher on the cheek, before turning to face the class. "So, you're the kids that have to put up with this idiot. I'm sorry for my husband."

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That was a terrible ending.
-Star