One Shots (Solangelo Edition)

Burn Marks For A Cold Heart

I ran a hand over the tiny scars, burns, and flakes of dead skin. It's happening again. He's near. He's in a crowd, and I have no idea where.

At the mall, there are hundreds of people, so how am I gonna pick out one single person? Well, on the west side, the burns are the smallest, least noticeable. The North and South have slightly more painful burns, and on the East in where the pain becomes nearly unbearable.

That explains the many layers of scarfs, jackets, and sweatpants I'm rocking. The less physical contact I make with people, the better.

When I was young, I was sure these burns were going to kill me. They were always appearing when I went to play with my friends, I couldn't hug my sister, and high-fives were completely off limits, right next to holding hands with the cute boys in my classes.

I fucking hated this curse, it's been with me all my life. My family has tried many things, going to many people to rid me of this, but to no prevail. I haven't even done anything do deserve them! It was my asshole parents who decided to fuck in an old witch's hut!

And, of course, she swore to curse the child that was to be born from that session of coitus. And, of course, that child was me.

"Fuck," I hissed as a small child brushed against my bare legs. I hadn't noticed the hole in my sweats until now. The sooner I find this asshole, the sooner all these fucking marks disappear. All I gotta do is make him touch me once - and no, not in that way. Get your minds out of the gutter.

I never really believed in soulmate bullshit, all I know is that this boy looks exactly like the picture Mom showed me. Apparently, after the witch had found my mother and father in her home, they payed her for it. Not only money, but in labor and house chores. The witch was slightly grateful or some fuckery like that, so she made one boy the antidote to my curse. For him, he gets a slight chill when someone touches him, save for me.

We're basically destined to fall in love. Been that way since before I was born.

"But what if one of you (or both) weren't born gay?"

Welp, that must suck, because I'd imagine we're both pretty desperate. My antidote's parents must have explained everything to him by now, so he must want to touch me as badly as I want to touch him. (FUck, that sounds sexual.)

So, yeah, I'll believe in any soulmate bullshit you tell me if it means no more burn marks.

I near a colorful shop, Spencer's Gifts, and someone brushes against me again. Damn hole in my damn fucking asshole dicking sweatpants. I squinted my eyes, waiting for the pain to come.

Except it never came. (Haha another sex joke, good job Nico.)

Well, there was a tiny lick of warm, but that was it. He must be close now. I kinda feel bad for the burden he got put on him for no reason, but oh well. What's done is done and now it's time to un-fucking-do it.

I look around the store, around the many, many shelves they have in this awesomely fucky store. After dodging people and fragile items alike, I notice a mop of blond hair. Blue eyes. Fit body. Nice a- holy shit I'm gonna need looser pants for this.

Should I talk to him? No, he probably knows my name and face. He probably hates me for dragging him into this too. He never did anything to deserve this.

Maybe just brush my hand against his while pretending to look at something next to him? Will that count? Yeah, it's my best option.

I pulled my hood on top of my head, hunched my shoulders, and strolled over to where he was. His eyes shone adorably bright as he gazed over some shirts. I nearly chuckled at one that said RAY OF FUCKING SUNSHINE. That one would certainly suit the brightness in his eyes. And his crazily loud, yellow hair. And the dumb smile he pulled when he read a shirt he found funny.

Wait no.

He's not looking at the shirts anymore.

Holy shi- holy shit is he looking at me?!

"Hi," he waved as my face lit up. I swear, call me cheesy but my face was hotter than any burn I'd ever gotten. "I'm Will Solace," he gave me a dorky smile that showed his slightly large front teeth.

Fuck, he's cute.

Cute in the dominate way.

Fuck (me).

"I- uh- me- my name- like what I'm called- fuck- I-" Well fuck me sideways with a chainsaw, way to do it Nico. Flirting like a pro.

"You're Nico di Angelo, I know." His voice was a little less chipper now, but not mad or disappointed or negative in any way? Will Solace let out a deep sigh. "I'm actually really glad I ran in to you today."

I raised an eyebrow, still not trusting myself to speak.

"The chills have been getting worse."

I nodded, understanding what he meant. The burns get progressively worse with every passing year. Will is lucky he got the easy end of the deal, yet unlucky for even being involved in this fucked up curse.

"So, can I like, touch you somewhere?" Yes, I noticed his eyes check me up and down for a minute. And yup, I responded to that small indication my holding out my hand. The only correct way to respond to someone checking you out... obviously.

He smiled, grabbing my hand. He shook it once, then pulled it towards him.

His icy blue eyes flickered to my own. "I'm not mad at you, Nico. You took no part in this curse." He pressed his lips against my hand, a chaste kiss. I gulped, nodding my head just to show him I wasn't totally paralyzed.

He dropped my hand, which fell to my side, limp, unlike something... a bit lower.

"I hope this means we can go out for coffee sometime?" I quickly nodded, not wanting to hesitate at all. It didn't even matter that I hated coffee, I would drink the bitter bean juice for Will!

Will smiled at me. "Here's my number," he stuck a slip of paper in my front pocket, "text me sometime. And maybe when we meet again, actually talk? I like your voice."

I nodded again, like a fucking idiot.

The beautiful boy smiled, walking out of the shop. He didn't even buy anything. He just walked into a store swarming with people to look.

Holy shit, I want this boy to be mine. Fuck all the curse-y soulmate bullshit, I want Will Solace for being the sexy guy he is, not the dude who stopped my burning.

Fuck, where's my phone? Gotta hit that ass up asap.