A Solangelo love story

Chapter 2: Will Solace and his black mustache

As Will continued painting the wall I quickly snuck up to him and painted a moustache on him. "What was that for?!" He cried with laughter.

"You needed to look mor manly," I said with a smirk. I regretted it as soon as I said it. Like I know what I said was joking around it just seemed out of my character. It would be like what Percy would say to Jason or what Leo would say to Piper if he painted a moustache on her. Maybe I've changed ever since the past few months. I've been hanging out with the 7 so often, well I mean 6... since of what happened with Leo, but the strange think is I can no longer sense his presence of being dead. I know he died, but it doesn't feel like he did. Maybe, some how he is alive, I hope he is. Yes he was so irritating, but he was still a friend, well for me more of an acquaintance, but you get the point.

"Nico?" Will questioned.

"Uh, what?!?" I said surprised forgetting what was happening.

"You okay?" He asked looking me in my eyes.

"Yeah," I said. he looked me in the eyes

"You have nice eyes," he claimed.

"Huh?" I said confused with the complement, "Umm thanks". He smiled.

"If you ever need to talk, I'm here for you," he said as the light from the window shined onto his flawless skin and his golden blonde hair. His looks reminded me of the day when Cupid practically outted me out to Jason, and when Jason found out the guys can like guys. What an idiot, I do like him as a friend it's just that it seems like he just wants to be my friend since he feels sorry for me, but otherwise I'm secretly glad to call him a real friend, I'd just never admit that.

"Nico, you're doing it again!" Will shouted playfully and flicked paint on me. "Let's take a break and you can tell me what's on your mind," he said so calmly, he sounded like a god, no not a god something more graceful, an angel? Yeah I guess you could say he sounded like an angel. We sat on the floor since the furniture was moved out.

"Are you sure you want to hear what's on my mind?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah," he said smiling. He held my hand and placed it on his thigh.

"I've just been think about everything that'd happen," I said calmly as a tear came down my face.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a concerned voice. The truth is I don't actually know though, I done even know I was about to shed a tear, but instead of saying anything I just started balling my eyes out. He place my head on his shoulder and he hugged me. His body was so warm compared to my cold self. I guess with how warm his body was and how cold mine was it made the perfect temperature. He kissed my forehead. I looked up at him and he was blushing and so was I. Before he noticed me blushing I could see the panic in his eyes. I laughed.

"What is it? I'm sor-" he said as I cut him off and said;

"Don't worry I'm not laughing since you kissed my forehead it's just you still have a badly painted mustache on you!" He laughed and so did I.