A/N: This is a Solangelo story because I am IN LOVE with that ship XD Enjoy, guys! (Sorry this first chapter was short. The next one will be longer. And I'm planning on doing two Will POVs and then two Nico POVs, in case anyone was wondering. Please feel free to leave corrections, suggestions, and other comments down in the review section, and remember to follow and favorite if you like the story! ^‿^ Grazie!)


1

Will


Will whistled under his breath as he headed towards the manga section. It was a bright, sunny Saturday in June, and a new manga series had just come out that was a spin-off series from one of his favorite manga authors. So, of course, he had to have it. Immediately. So that was why he was in Barnes & Noble at two o'clock on a Saturday dressed in jeans and a bright yellow T-shirt.

It wasn't that crowded, surprisingly, and Will made his way towards the manga section without having to dodge around people or displays. He caught a flash of Starbucks and the smell of chocolate and coffee filled his nose, and Will felt his mouth start to water. There's no one around. I can afford to get some coffee first. He swerved slightly to get in the Starbucks line, and by the time he had a coffee in his hand, he was feeling even better than he had before.

Rounding the corner, Will's eyes fell upon the manga section, and he caught sight of the sign directing attention towards the new manga series he was after. Directly after the sign, Will saw a short Italian boy dressed all in black reaching out a hand towards the shelf, where one lone book sat dejectedly. Wait. One book. Hand. Reaching. One book. No.

Will broke into a sprint, struggling to keep his coffee from spilling, and he reached the shelf right as the Italian boy snatched the manga and turned. He walked right past Will, his eyes trained intently on the back of the manga, and Will felt himself fuming with anger. He knew deep down that he should act like a rational person and just deal with it, but he couldn't seem to stop the words that flowed from his lips. "Nē!" he shouted. "Watashi no monodesu!"

The boy stopped dead in his tracks and spun around on his heel, a thin black eyebrow already raised. "Did you just yell at me in Japanese?"

Will crossed his arms. "Yes. Yes, I did."

The boy drifted closer, a smirk across his lips. "Ci dispiace, ma non sarò dando questo a voi."

Will felt his heart quiver hearing the boy speak fluent Italian, and for the first time, he seemed to notice how handsome he was. His hair was curly and a dark black, his skin caramel-colored, and long, thick black lashes framed eyes the color of dark chocolate. His black T-shirt and aviator jacket hung off his slim frame, but his black jeans hugged his legs, and his black sneakers were dwarfed by Will's own sandals.

Will finally found his voice. "Um, sorry for shouting at you." Blushing, he rested a hand on the back of his neck. "That manga is just… well, it's by one of my favorite authors, and I've been really excited about it."

"Well, now I feel guilty," the boy said teasingly, his smirk widening. Will swallowed back his blush. "You— You can take it. I— I'm good." How am I supposed to deal with this gorgeous Italian angel boy? I wasn't expecting him when I got out of bed this morning…

"Anyway, I'm Nico. Nico di Angelo."

"Will Solace," Will said, accepting Nico's handshake. Great. His last name is literally angel, Will thought exasperatedly.

He had to admit the name did fit him, though; he really did look like an angel. Albeit a tiny, dark-haired, manga-reading, emo angel.

"Solace as in… comfort?" Nico asked, clearly amused. Will blushed. "Ē to…"

Nico grinned. "There! You did it again!"

Will jumped. "Wh-what?"

"You broke into Japanese." Nico studied him. "You do that often?"

"Well…" Will gave a nervous laugh. "I guess it's a habit. My dad speaks a lot of different languages around the house, so I guess I just… pick them up. And that with the anime and manga…"

Nico laughed, and the sound was like bells. "Ah, so did you understand what I said earlier, then?"

"Um…" Will frowned. "I think it was along the lines of… 'Sorry, but I won't give it to you'?"

Nico grinned. "Very good. And yes, I won't be giving it to you."

Will was immediately annoyed. "Well, I said you could take it, didn't I, ghost boy?"

"Ghost boy?" Nico questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Will gestured at the ghost outline on his shirt. "Yes, ghost boy."

"Well, sunshine," Nico said, looking up at Will through those thick lashes, "it was never yours to give to me, was it?"

"You— I—" Will stuttered, before trailing off. Dammit, he's right. He did grab it before me… I don't even know why I picked a fight. It's not like me at all. But what's with this 'sunshine' crap? Well… I guess I did give him a nickname, so it's only fair… "I'm sorry," Will said, crestfallen and embarrassed. "I don't know what's wrong with me today."

"It's no trouble," Nico said. "Hey, got a pen?"

"Um…" Will fumbled around in his pockets until he produced a small blue pen, handing it to Nico. The smaller boy grabbed his wrist and uncapped the pen with his teeth, scrawling out ten numbers on his skin. He capped the pen, tossing it back to Will before turning and slipping his hands in the over-sized pockets of his jacket. "Call me sometime," he said, tossing Will a smirk over his shoulder. "Maybe I'll let you borrow it."

Will stood there for several moments, staring at the spot Nico had been. "Nani… Tada nani dohshitano?"


Translations;

- Nē! Watashi no monodesu! = Hey! That's my manga!

- Ci dispiace, ma non sarò dando questo a voi. = Sorry, but I won't be giving this to you.

- Ē to... = Uh...

- Nani... Tada nani dohshitano? = What... What just happened?