happy meals - solangelo

Chapter 12

He kept calling out to me, but I kept walking, trying to put as much distant between me and that... that kiss as possible.

Will finally caught up, grabbing my shoulder, halting me in my tracks.

"What do you want Will?" my voice cracked as I looked up at him.

"Nico, I... are you crying?" his voice became softer and his hand reached up, cupping the side of my face. His thumb carefully wiped away the tear that had managed to escape down my face.

"I'm fine. What do you need?" I couldn't look him in the eye.

"What you just saw. That girl. It was nothing. She had been leaving love letters in my locker for weeks. Today she confessed to me and I didn't know what to do. When she kissed me I froze up in shock. Please Nico, please believe me," he pleaded, still holding my face.

I gulped, pushing his hands away.

"It's fine. You can date her, I'm sure she's nice," I stared at the cement under my sneakers. Will sighed, running a hand through his hair. A light chuckle left his mouth.

"I'm sure she is, but I have no interest in finding out," he watched me carefully.

"Hmm, and whys that?" I looked up, willing myself to not cry. Will let out a shaky laugh.

"Nico. I'm gay. I don't like girls. I have no interest in her. There's someone else. Someone worth so much more. Someone I love to be around, who's shy and quiet but more intricate and interesting than anyone I've ever been around. Someone that I want to reach out to and take away all their problems because they deserve so much and I just.." he clenched his fist.

I stared at him, trying to process the words that were leaving his mouth.

"Nico... it's you. I like you," he stared at me, shuffling in his spot, the nervousness radiating around him.

I couldn't believe what was unfolding around me.

Once again he was close to me, leaning forward, but this time there was no interruption.

No phone call to stop our lips from meeting.

Will Solace was kissing me in the middle of the road outside of school, where anyone could see us, yet I was kissing back.

It was like nothing I had ever imagined.

His lips were soft and sweet, sending a blush across my cheeks. My heart thumped loudly in my chest. All thoughts of hatred had disappeared out of my mind, replaced with his soft touch. 

When we pulled apart, Will smiled, his fingers entangling themselves in mine.

"That was kinda nice hey Death Boy?" he laughed shyly. I rolled my eyes, leaning into his chest as he pulled me into a tight hug.

"It kinda was."

a/n: there you go

this kinda feels rushed but oh well