One Shots (Solangelo Edition)

Vibrant Colors (Still American and still dont put 'u' in everything)

(A/N) HI GUYS SO THANKS FOR NEARLY 20K READS. LIKE, THATS RIDICULOUS AND THANKS SO... YEAH THANKS.

Also, this is part 49 and I'm so close to half a hundred. I'm thinking about stopping at 100? Idk.

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To me, voices are dull colors. Like murky waters. Music is more vibrant.

But.. your voice is the most vibrant blue I've ever heard.

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"Hey, Nico!" Someone called, their voice ringing like a song in my ears. I turned to see them.

I slid down my headphone to hear them more clearly. "Is that the newest Starbucks coffee mixture?" Will asked, pointing to the drink in my hand.

I nodded and slid my headphones back on, pretending not to care. Will followed beside me, so I turned the music down a lot. I wanted to be able to hear his voice over the music, which turned dull in his presence.

He tapped my shoulder, signaling to slide my headphones down once again. "Mind if I try some? I'm not doing too good on money, with college and all. Just a little?" That's Will for you, always trying to be extra polite and generous to others.

Pretending not to care, I handed him the drink. "It's not really their best. Enjoy all that's left."

Will's face lit up, but then showed uncertainty. "Are... are you sure?" He swished the coffee drink around. "There's a lot left in here."

I shook my head and smiled. We continued to walk down the streets of New York City, but I decided to keep my music off. I didn't want to miss a single sound Will made.

But I did put on my headphones to block out the sounds of traffic. Because, damn, the city was loud with automobiles.

"Shit, I love you Nico," Will said as he sipped the drink. "Coffee is life. And you're life."

I slid my headphones down, and I saw Will's face flush of color.

"Your... music if off... isn't it?" A faint blush appeared on his cheeks. I nodded. I could tell a long silence was coming, so I decided to prevent it,

"Why?" I asked.

Will stared at me blankly before finally understanding what I was asking. He stuttered, racking his brain for the right words. "I- you- we-... You're just..." He slammed his hand to his forehead. "I can't put it into words! I don't even know why I suddenly had to say that!" His voice might be louder than I'd like right now. But, hell, all that meant was his vibrant, beautiful, amazing voice was louder.

"Will," I put my hand on his shoulder, "it's okay."

And it was okay. Will was okay, I was okay, it was okay. Sure, Will might be a blushing mess. And I might use his crush on me against him.

But who knows? Maybe I like him?

That's a problem for another day. Right now, all I want to hear is his voice. I want to see his smile. I want him happy...