Solangelo One Shots

Hello Love, My Invincible Friend (p2)

Hey guys, sorry this is late, I had a weirdly busy week, but here's part two! Also, this one is significantly longer than the last one(is that good or bad? I have no clue lol) but I'm going to try to make the chapters more even next time! Also, quick warning, there's a fight scene in this one(sorry for the spoiler!!) once they're in the library, there's a tiny bit of blood but not much so if that isn't your type of thing I'll put little squiggly lines so you know where to skip! It'll be right before and after the fight so you won't miss much of the plot:) Also I don't know Octavian's last name, so just as a heads up, I'm using Caesar.

Will's POV

September passes in a haze of falling leaves, early mornings, and tense lunches that leave his heart thudding and his cheeks burning. They work on college essays, and Will spends late nights running his hand through his hair trying to think of words to write, spending hours talking to Nico about it as they sit in the chapel with moonlight bathing their faces. 

"Write it about us," Nico had joked one night when the moon was full and the campus was silent. 

"What do you mean?" Will had asked. 

"Us," Nico says. "This. Sneaking out, meeting up. Our whole story. It's unique, at least." There was a glimmer in his eye, and Will's heart sank wondering whether or not it was hope.

"You know I can't do that," he said, just before taking Nico up in a kiss to make him forget.

Classes are unbearable, not like that's much of a surprise. Octavian only gets more unbearable as the days go on, bragging about how he's going to get into all the top colleges, how his letters of recommendation are going to be raving and how his college essay is going to "let the light of God shine through." 

"I don't know how that little shithead thinks he's getting into Yale, but he's sorely mistaken," Nico had said one morning after religion class, Octavian not too far behind. Will caught Sister Johnson giving him a sharp glare. "Although, he's right about one thing." 

"What?" 

"His letters of recommendation are going to be glowing." He shot a glare right back at Sister Johnson, and Will put a hand on his arm. 

"Nico. Don't." They got out of the building fast that day, to avoid being snatched up by Sister Johnson or one of the other nuns who would gladly yell at Nico for so much as a dropped pencil on the floor. 

The weather gets colder, and Will shivers in a uniform that left him sweating at the beginning of September. Now, when he sneaks out to meet Nico, he darts across campus in a big black sweatshirt that makes him look even shadier than he already is. But with Nico in the chapel, the weather doesn't matter, because he's always warm.

Nico seems to get less rebellious as the month goes on, and Will can't be sure who's benefit it's for. Nico may just be tired of being on the brink of expulsion at all times, or he might have finally noticed the flash of fear that dances across Will's face every time Nico gets in trouble. No matter the reason, the peace of September gives Will the hope that he might make it out of Catholic school unfazed, and make it to the same city as Nico does come next fall. 

Monday night bible studies are easily the worst part of Will's week. Sure, they got to pick their groups at the beginning of freshman year and sure, it's in the library, next to the crackling fireplace in warm armchairs that swallow him whole, but somehow, Octavian had been bounced around from group to group, ending up in theirs, with his smug grin that makes him look as if his face is permanently stretched like that. He always wears his sweater with the school logo etched onto the chest, and he always ends up leading the group. 

"Everyone open up to Leviticus 20," Octavian says, pulling out his bible and letting it thump on the table. It's big and heavy, leather-bound and engraved with his name with colored sticky-notes peeking out from the top. Will winces. Octavian might be a little too obsessed. "Nico, why don't you start?"