Solangelo One Shots

Chocolate Strawberry Kisses

Nico's POV

Sweat pouring down his back in buckets stuck his shirt to his back as he leaned back as far as he could go in the chair that sat on the small patio of his apartment, the umbrella barely blocking the rays of the sun wreaking havoc upon the city. He pulled his hat over his eyes, groaning softly as he squeezed them shut. The inside of his eyelids were tinted a painful red from the sun and he squinted up at the sky, the handful of fluffy white clouds offering no protection against the rays. 

Clinking ice drew his attention from the sky and when he glanced behind him Will was creeping out of the door, two glasses of water filled to the brim balanced precariously in his hands. Condensation clung to the outside of the glass, the ice cubes growing smaller before Nico's eyes. "Hey," Will said, pulling up a seat next to Nico and handing him his water. "It's boiling out here."

"It's hotter in there," Nico responded, nodding at the apartment as he gulped down his drink. "You know, if we had an air conditioner this wouldn't be a problem."

"I can dump some water over your head, if you're really that desperate."

"Shut up," Nico laughed, taking another small sip. 

"So, I've been thinking." Nico groaned as he watched a grin spread across Will's face and he sat up in his chair, his eyes wild. 

"That's never a good sign."

"Hey, I have good ideas," Will protested. "I was thinking, how about we get out of this apartment for a few hours? We can go to Coney Island."

"You know I hate Coney Island," Nico said, wrinkling his nose. "It's so touristy and crowded, and it's so hot."

"Please?" Will begged, flashing baby blue puppy dog eyes. "I love Conye Island. We can go swimming, and after that we can get pizza and ice cream on the boardwalk. I'll even win you one of those massive teddy bears, the one you always look at."

"You really think you can win me one of those massive teddy bears?" Nico arched his eyebrows. 

"I know I can," Will said. "Look, I even have our stuff packed. We can just head out right now." He reached beyond Nico, grabbing a small backpack that had sat next to the doorway. "Ta da!" Unzipping it he revealed two bathing suits stuffed in next to towels, a bottle of sunscreen sitting on top with water bottles tucked underneath. "Everything we would ever need for a day at Coney Island is in here. I'll carry the backpack, too."

"Fine," Nico said, standing up and chugging the rest of the water, letting the final drops slide down his glass and into his mouth. "Let's go." He smiled softly at Will's crazy grin, as he put on the backpack in one fluid motion. "You know, it's worth it just to see that smile," he said, pressing a kiss to Will's mouth. "But you're still going to win me that bear."

"Don't worry," Will laughed, grabbing Nico's hand and swinging it in the air. "I know."

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The air was sticky with the heat of hundreds of bodies as they arrived at the Coney Island subway station, elbows lathered in sunscreen brushing against their skin. The smell of cotton candy and fryer grease rose high into the air, mixing together into a scent that made Nico sick. "Come on, let's change," Will said, nodding at the bathrooms overflowing with sticky bodies. "We can go swimming and cool down a little." Will grabbed his hand, tugging him towards the bathroom. They were jostled around, fought tooth and nail for one of the stalls backed against the endless white brick wall but when they pushed back through the crowd, their clothes slung across their arm and their swimsuits hanging from their hips Will was still smiling.

"That was terrible," Nico muttered, brushing grains of sand from his arm. 

"Yeah, but look how worth it it was," Will responded, gesturing at the beach a hundred yards away from them. Casting his gaze in the direction of the water Nico's eyes widened as he watched a ten foot wave crash onto the beach, sending people scattering. It licked at the beach, leaving its imprint on the sand before crawling back to the ocean, leaving nothing more than a patch of sopping sand behind. "Don't tell me you don't think that looks awesome."