200 days of Couple prompts

WN(170-18)Hair pt.4

Until I just stop trying to talk because I probably sound so pathetic. I go back to picking at my fingers when he sits up, crossed legs, and looks down too. Snap out of it, you both like each other! Go for it! I regain confidence and start to walk towards his bed. I sit at the end of it, facing him. He looks up and smiles at me, Gods his smile, and then looks down again into his lap.

"Hey. Sorry, I guess."

"S-sorry for what? I'm the one who ran," he says, making me swoon inside my head. His voice is so smooth, but fragile, like if he talks too much he'll start crying. He looks like he's been crying, and I suddenly feel sad, and want to hug him. Make him feel better.

"Well, if you hadn't done that, I think we'd both be dead by now. I'm quite sure the camp isn't the most... supportive of, uh.. people like us," I say. "So thank you, really, is what I um, meant to say." He smiles and blushed even more, our hair legitimately lighting up the room. "I love your smile, it's so adorable," I say with a smirk, when inside I'm actually dying. I must put up a good wall of confidence, but he giggled - my stomach is slush at the sound of it - and then he smoothly yet awkwardly replies,

"Well I mean I like your face so," and we both laugh. Somebody who likes me, my ugly face, my lanky weird body, my terrible smile. I can't even comprehend it. But I guess I'll have to accept it, because Aphrodite knows that I'm head over heels for him, and I've only known him for 10 minutes. After that little number, I decide to reply just as smoothly.

"Well last time I looked up beautiful in the dictionary, the only thing there was a picture of you." Score. He giggled again and covered his face with his hand. Why did he do that?

"What are you doing?" I ask

"What?" He says, still blushing.

"Covering your mouth. Stop that, your face is beautiful."

"But my smile's not, that's for sure," he said with a sad amount of belief in his voice.

"I meant it when I said I love your smile, and you shouldn't hide it," I say with all seriousness, now upset that he might think he isn't as beautiful as he is. He looks down at his lap yet again, but this time he isn't blushing, he looks sad. His hair turned black yet again. "What's wrong?" I ask, truly hurt that he could be that sullen.

"Nothing, I just-" his voice cracks and he starts crying, and I panic so I run over and hug him without thought. Then I realize how stupid that was, but I don't let go. Because it feels so right. "I'm sorry, I just, everybody is going to make fun of us, and it's going to effect you, and-" he breaks into sobs on my hoodie, and my eyes tear up thinking that this is what was going through his head this whole time. "And gods, I assumed you want to be with me! I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so dumb. You probably don't want to be my boyfriend in the first place since-" but I interrupt him, grabbing his shoulders and looking him straight in the eyes. 

"It's okay, alright? Those other girls, your friends, they seemed to react well. Did you think they would?" He shook his head no. "So maybe camp won't be so bad. Both of them, it seemed like, didn't care that you- that we were, um..." I didn't finish the sentence, biting my lip and looking down again. But I couldn't let him think I don't know what I'm doing, so I start up again. "There's a bisexual kid in the ares cabin, and nobody messes with him," I say, however I don't tell him that the reason nobody messes with him is probably because his dad is the god of war. And I don't actually know if anyone other than his friends will accept us, but anything to make him stop crying. "And I do want to be your boyfriend," I say, embarrassed after I said it. There was a pause and I worried that he was the one who didn't want to be partners, but then he went

"Really?" And my heart broke a little. 

"Of course," I almost laugh, hugging him again. We snuggle like that for about 5 minutes before he lays down and I do too, letting him rest his head on my chest, my hand wrapped around to his waist with my chin resting on top of his head. Did I mention how smitten I am right now? My heart is pounding, and he can probably hear it. Gods I'm so lame. 30 minutes or so go by, and a question strikes me. "Um... so, I never got your name?" He laughed his sweet angel-singing laugh, and set his chin on my chest, looking up at me.

"Nico," he said, and my heart skipped a beat, something which he probably also heard. I got flustered at him staring at me and stuttered a bit, but replied with,

"I-I'm Will." For a split second I stared at his lips, getting lost in thought. My mind goes blank, and I want to lean in... Then he went back to where we were, cuddling, and he fell asleep. I was a little sad that he didn't kiss me, but there was plenty of time for that.

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