drama club {boyxboy} {willxnico}

Momma, Just Killed A Man

Put a gun against his head

-Will, later that day-

   Normally, I wasn't nervous. I've performed in front of hundreds of people, forced to meet many people from my club trips, and I had grown used to public speaking. My fears were diminishing and I had figured that I could face mostly everything when it came to social interacting. This time was different.

   I was meeting Nico's mother. The thought alone made my hands clammy, my throat swell, and my heart beat fast. I was tempted to throw myself out of moving car, or maybe I should have stayed home. I didn't bail or make up any excuses, though. I was there for Nico, and I would always be, and he was going through an even more of a bumpy ride. I could tell because of his complete silence, not wanting to show me he was scared. Nico always wanted to hid his emotions and did. I always tried to hide my emotions, but when people like Nico enter my life, it's hard to keep it together. It's like seeing someone who would understand though they haven't been in those kinds of situations. They wouldn't ask much questions, they would nod, and squeeze your hand. That sometimes was better than any million words.

I turned my head to look at him. His elbow was propped on the drivers door with his palm outwards supporting his cheek. He looked directly at the road, his brown eyes dull but still magnificent beautiful crystals surrounded his pupils. His hair was brushed back, out of his face, revealing the natural way his eyebrows curved and formed shape. His long, black eyelashes couldn't be ignored and helped show every bit of emotion in those dark distinguishing eyes. He had one hand on the steering wheel(and the other one on my heart) and a soft yet unmissable jawline. Behind him, the windows were wet and rain fell softly, slightly fogging the class and making him look like a dark, mysterious prince. Nico di Angelo was a work of art, and though I wasn't artistic, it was enough to make me want to pick up a pencil and sketch every single feature.

He looked towards me for a second and back on the road. His soft pink lips cracked opened and his cheeks bent as he chuckled. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

I slightly moved my head from side to side and watched his movements closely. My heart tugged on the inside, making me want to just pull him close. "You're breath taking and I'm in love with you."

   "You're cheesy," he joked and looked down. His face slowly turned into a red blur and he stuttered a bit. It was obvious he didn't know how to take compliments well, but I wanted to change that. He deserved every single one he got.

   "I'm serious," I said. "I love everything about you," I watched closely. "Your eyes. How you enter a room where everybody would have their eyes on you and you wouldn't even notice or care. How you somehow love me after all the baggage I have. How when you talk about something you're passionate about you seem to be dreaming. How you know what to say to me when I'm sad, or what to sing. How you love your sister and the rest of your family with all of your heart, and you love truly without faults. No one has ever been there for me. Not my dad. Not Luke. You, it's always been you, Nico di Angelo. And I'm in love you."

   He parked the car in front of the restaurant his mom sat in, but his mind seemed somewhere else. He turned towards me and curled up his skinny legs to his chest. He sat resting on his chin. "How do you manage to notice such nice things? I hate myself completely yet you...you seem to think so highly of me. You sound like you speak of someone else, someone other than me. I am not the person you talk about."

   "You are, Nico," I said, truthfully. "I just notice everything that you don't." Maybe that's what made this great. He didn't believe in himself enough, and I would never stop. He was the same for me. Maybe it was cheesy, but I thought we were meant to be.