Ship Oneshots

Solangelo ll Liar

Will Solace's Point Of View

The words of Sydney, my girlfriend of a few months, echoed in my head.

We were currently talking on the phone and she had just invited me over to her house.

Flashbacks of the first and last time I went over played in my head.

"The bathroom is down the hall and to the left." Sydney directed, not looking up from her phone.

"Sorry. As I was saying..." she continued the conversation she was having with her friend as I walked out, shutting the door behind me.

This was my first time coming over and I honestly had no clue that she had a huge house. It was the really basic situation where rich people buy a nice little modern house because they think they'll relate and look like us, middle class people who work for a minimum of $8 an hour.

I walked down the relatively long, yet thin, hallway and took a left.

I was greeted by two doors; one on my left and one directly in front of the other one, on the right.

I stood, trying to decide which to try for the bathroom first.

Barely a second passed when the right door opened, allowing me to realize that the door on the left lead to the bathroom.

"Will Solace?" The boy stood at his door, a smirk plastered on his face.

He was shirtless, which revealed a tattoo on his chest. He also had a smaller one on his ribs.

"Nico Di'Angelo." I murmured back.

I had buried history with this boy. 6 feet under kind of buried.

"What are you doing in my house? Couldn't resist seeing me?" He was still the cocky asshole I knew.

"I'm dating Sydney." I rolled my eyes while still maintaining eye contact.

"My sister!?" He blurted out, taken aback.

His smirk quickly returned though, "Now why in the hell are you doing that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" I looked down, avoiding eye contact now.

"Because we both sure as hell know you're not into girls." I noticed him look me up and down.

"I don't know what you're rambling on about, but keep me out of it." I scoffed and turned around to enter the bathroom.

I felt his hands grab my waist, pushing me inside the small room.

He pressed me up against the sink, his hands still tight on my waist.

I watched in the mirror as he shut the door with his foot.

A second later, his crotch was pressed up on my ass and his left hand was pulling my head back, exposing my neck.