Just The Beginning... (Solangelo)

Chapter 21

Third Person POV:

            They both said nothing after the younger boy’s sudden outburst, both wanting to be relieved of the thick tension in the room, but neither willing to break the silence.

Will moved to join the boy on the bed, noting that he didn’t flinch from the sudden proximity as he usually did even with Will sometimes. He was about to speak but got beaten to the punch as the boy spoke first.

“I’m sorry.” His voice still refusing to raise above a whisper. Will took the boy’s small pale hands into his much larger ones, prompting the younger to meet his eyes.

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.” The boy sat there for a minute, very much confused. How could Will say he had nothing to be sorry for? This whole mess was his fault.

   Will saw how hard the boy was struggling to accept his statement. How could he think he had anything to be sorry for? None of this was his fault.

   The prince tightened his hold on the boy’s hands, once again having to make him meet his eyes. “I want you to say it, I have nothing to be sorry about.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” The boy said back to him, making the prince let out a snort of laughter. He wasn’t sure if that was the smaller boy’s attempt at humor or he was being serious, but it was comical nonetheless.

“No, Angel. You’re supposes to say you have nothing to be sorry about.”

“Oh.” The boy said, but nothing came after that.

“You’re still not saying it, Angel.”

“But…”

“Come on, it’s not that hard.” He argued, but the boy refused to say it. So he had to deploy certain… underhanded measures.

 The boy didn’t notice the smirk pulling at Will’s lips, as he was once again looking everywhere but at him. Neither did he notice the sneaky hands that had let go of his own and were now creeping towards him, until they met their target.

 The smaller boy jumped at the first touch of Will’s fingers to his sides, then promptly broke into a fit of giggles as they proceeded with their attack. He fell back onto the bed, writhing about in a futile attempt to escape the prince’s evil hands.  

 Said prince was now leaning over him, and if the smile on this face was any indication, he was very much enjoying himself.

 “Sto-stop, Will stop. I ca- I can’t breathe. Stooop.” The boy managed to get out in between bouts of gasps and laughter.

“Not until you say it. Say it’s wasn’t your fault.”

“Wiiiillll…”

“Say it.”

“Fine, I’ll sa- say it.” The boy said in defeat, unable to take more of Will’s torture. The older boy’s hands finally freed him and were now folded over his chest, waiting for their payment.

Neither of them said a word as the boy attempted to catch his breath. Will knelt patiently over his victim as he waited for him to do as he had asked, but was momentarily stunned as the boy whom he thought was at his mercy smiled. It wasn’t the fact that he was smiling that stunned him, it was the smile itself. The way it managed to make him look so much different. The way it gave him a glimpse of who the boy used to be, before they tried to break him.

 The person in question was completely oblivious to the prince’s thoughts but decided to take advantage of the fact that he was distracted.  He slipped out from under Will and darted across the room. Will, broken out of his stunned state by the movement, quickly chased after him.