Solangelo Oneshots

32 : Pasta for Will

"Come on, Will!" Bianca said, tugging on my hand. "I want you to meet my brother!"

"I'm coming, Bi," I replied. She pulled me into her house, through the living room, and up the stairs, coming to a stop in front of a black door. 

"Nico! Come out of there, I have someone I want you to meet!" Bianca yelled through the door.

"If it's your boyfriend, I don't want to!" a voice yelled back.

Bianca rolled her eyes at me. "Let's wait downstairs. He has to come out sometime," she said, so we went downstairs and sat on the couch. "I don't know why he thinks you're my boyfriend," she said. "You don't even like girls."

"Yeah, but he doesn't know that," I responded. Footsteps came down the stairs, and a small black haired boy stopped in the doorway.

"So nice of you to show up," Bianca said.

The boy glared at her. "I'm hungry," he said, then walked into the kitchen. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Bianca giggled.

"What?" I asked.

"Follow your man," she said. I just stared at her. "Go. I can tell you like him."

I blushed, but did what she said. I went into the kitchen and found the brown eyed beauty looking in the cupboards. He pulled out some pasta and started dumping it into a pot of boiling water. 

"Shouldn't you stay in there with my sister?" he asked, not looking up.

"Why would I do that?" I asked, sitting at the island. I rested my head on my hand and watched him work.

"Maybe because you two are dating?" he said as if I was stupid. 

I laughed and shook my head before saying, "We're not dating. Besides, she's not exactly my type."

"Not your type?" he asked in disbelief. "She's beautiful."

"Thanks, little bro!" Bianca yelled from the living room.

I ignored her and said, "She is, but the whole 'girl' thing is a bit of a turn off."

He turned around and stared at me. "You're gay?" I grinned and nodded. He turned back to his cooking with a dumbfounded expression.

For the next fifteen minutes, I sat and watched him as he bustled around the kitchen. When he was done, he set a plate of pasta with some sort of green sauce in front of me. "Here," he said. "I made too much."

"Thank you!" I said and smiled at him. He blushed slightly before picking up his own plate and retreating to his room. I stuffed a bit of the pasta in my mouth and moaned. "My God, this is good."

"What's good?" Bianca asked, entering the kitchen.

"This pasta Nico made," I replied, pointing at it. She stared at my food for a moment, then turned to me with wide eyes.

"What did you do?" she asked in disbelief.

"I didn't do anything, why?"

"He never makes food for anyone," Bianca said. "Mom was the only one who tasted any of it. He must really like you."

"He likes me?" I thought giddily. "I just might have to ask him to hang out sometime."

I looked down at my pasta.

"I also have to get him to make more food for me."

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So, how'd you like it?

SO, school starts back up in just over a week, and I am going to try to finish the Beauty and the Beast AU before then, but I'm not making any promises.

Stay sparkling, my friends!
     -Star