No clue on earth why I'm writing another one shot, but, hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do, eh?
An anonymous billionaire
Nico Di Angelo grinned, a rare sight, even for those close to him (oh wait, that's kind of no one...Sorry, Mr. Di Angelo). Today was going to be awesome, he just knew it. And coming from the depressed, Emo, socially awkward teen, that was saying something. He swung out of bed, bright and early that morning. That was a miracle all on its own, and almost deserved a Nobel. But if we were honest with our self's, this kid deserves more awards than the entire world could give him.
Awards aside, Nico was feeling great. Why great, you ask? Well, for one thing, it was the weekend. Who doesn't love the weekend? For a second thing, he had no homework. Do you know how hard it is to not get homework in high school? Though, probably more importantly, he was happy because of the text from 107.2 he received way too late last night. He was going to meet the Anonymous Billionaire, his biggest, and possibly only, idol.
15 minutes later:
'Thank Goodness for radio contests' Was the only thought that was circling around Nico's head. Oh, that and, 'What does he look like' After all, the only things known for sure about the Anonymous Billionaire were that he was, gay, male, rich, and a minor. To be honest, that was enough for Nico. "The master will see you now" The voice of the butler broke Nico out of his thoughts. "For the last time, Austin, don't call me master" Came the deep and handsome voice from inside the room to Nico's right, belonging to, Nico could only assume, the Anonymous Billionaire.
Nico wandered stiffly into the room, only to see on the most handsome man he had ever looked at. Curly, golden blond hair stopped just above well muscled, tanned shoulders, and deep blue eye's complemented pronounced freckles perfectly. "Well, aren't you a pretty one?" The Anonymous Billionaire practically purred. "Uh uh uh, Thanks?" Nico tried. "You're welcome, I'm Will" The Anonyam -Sorry, Will, said, getting noticeably lighter in tone. "Nico" He responded shakily. "How do you do?"
That was inspired by a conversation with my father, so please don't hurt me if it's bad!
Any who, Icy Earth, signing off. Toodles!
