The day was gloomy, the skies dark and heavy with to-come rain. An Italian's eyes were puffy, the faint remnants of scars littered across his body. He could still see the handsome features and carefree yet understanding grin plastered on his lips before... before.
"No," Nico said out-loud to himself. He wasn't going to think about it. Think about it...
In his pale hand were flowers, flowers were thrown over carved stone, with the words engraved on it:
JK, guys. This isn't that chapter. Sorry... Then, read below for the real chapter =^u^=
Jason groggily opened an eye. White emblazoned his vision- where was he? Ugh, he thought, bright lights.
Bright Lights.
Headlights.
Truck.
Nico.
The blond leaped to his feet with absolutely not care in the world but Nico. Well, if he were in the afterlife, he would search every single corner to see that Nico was still alive. He pursed his lips and noticed that he was barefooted as he regained his balance. Blood rushed to his head and he regained the memories from the time previous. The room started to spin before he felt a gentle hand put on his back. "Don't do that. You won't get any better." Jason spun despite his queasiness, grabbing the teen's narrow shoulder.
"Are you okay, are you hurt? What happened? The truck! Or car, but where are we ? Am I dead? Are you dead? Why does hell smell like antibiotics?"
"Lay down," Nico instructed him. His laughter was like music to Jason's ears, and he immediately calmed down. But he didn't follow Nico's directions. "You probably have a slight fever. And last time I checked, this isn't hell; it's a hospital."
The blue-eyed teen felt stupid as his cheeks flushed. "Oh..." They stood there looking at each other in the silence of the room, simply basking in the other's presence. With one movement, the Italian wrapped his arms around Jason's lower back, his head on the taller teen's chest. His voice was a hushed whisper and a slightly hoarse.
"I thought you were going to leave me all alone." The blonde soothingly stroked the soft ebony hair, this time, calming down the panicked teen. It worked.
"Hey, you can't get rid of me that easily," Jason grinned.
"I have a questions."
"Shoot."
"Why did you think you were in hell?"
"I don't know. I'm not exactly religious... Should I have said heaven? Tartarus? Or afterlife? Elysium?" Nico chuckled against his chest, slightly wet.
"You'd go to heaven. A true hero. It's people like me that go to hell," he laughed. Jason pulled the shaking form his grasp and started into the deep dark-chocolate brown pits.
"One. You don't belong in hell. Two. If you do fo to hell, I'm ether coming down with you or dragging you off with me." Nico flushed at Jason's adamant stare and direct forwardness. The silence accompanied them as they started laughing. It started as small chuckles and a couple giggles but crescendoed until they almost couldn't breathe. "Aww, c'mon. Don't make this any harder than it is for me," the blonde fake-pouted. "It's not easy after a confession, you know.
Nico fell gainst his chest again, a content smile at his lips.
"It's funny how we're still alive."
"Yea," Jason agreed. "I thought it would've taken a serious miracle to save as both." the Italian smiled in his own mischievous way. "what? Did I miss something vital here?"
"Nico,ut's just that... My cat's name is Meraviglia, which means wonder in Italian." Jason returned the smile with a fitting grace. "Well then. Since she's your miracle, I guess you're mine,." Nico rolled his eyes while hugging the football player tighter to him. Or himself tighter to the football player.
"Oh yea," the smaller teen separated their bodies and dark chocolate-brown eyes met electric-blue ones. "and your father visited me while you were asleep."
Anger rippled off of Jason like waves. "He didn't try to do anything, righ-" Nico consoled him, putting up a hand to stop his sudden, jerky movements.
"No, he came to put it up as a crime scene. He introduced himself to me as your father. He also said that she should be able to catch the k-kidnapper." Jason noticed the stutter in the Italian's voice when he spoke about the dreaded criminal. He held him close but Nico didn't miss his surprised face. "What?"
"Oh nothing," he replied calmly although there was a hurricane raging inside of him, "it's just that he, my father, hasn't ever been this...involved in my life before."
"I understand. But he said that the guy was a famed kidnapper, with an occasional murder in his record. He said the government will be ecstatic."
"Wait, murderer?" Nico rolled his eyes and tried to wave him off gently without hurting the football player's already over-exhausted body, but Jason stubbornly grabbed the paler hands in his own warm ones. The Italian blushed at the contact but met Jason unwavering gaze with his own, not letting go. Jason gulped. As opposed to him, Nico was a soft, slight drizzle that didn't do anything but water the plants. "I let the one I love go with a murderer?"
Nico's former flushed deepened to a scarlet. As he smiled sheepishly up at the football player. "Me too," he muttered, wrapping his arms tightly around Jason's midsection again.
"Huh?" Needless to say, the blonde was utterly lost. Nico playfully punched his bicep. "Oh... Oh!" Jason couldn't help but grin The Italian looked up at him, then groaned into his chest.
"Yes, oh. Now get that shit-eating grin off you face."
"But I just confessed and... Nothing bad happened!" Nico punched him again. "Yes, hitting your injured, recovering boyfriend." They laughed at this. A light entered Nico's eye as a mental lightbulb went off in his head. He held out something golden.
"Here. Your dad said you left it at my house," the coin dropped onto Jason's hand and he clasped around the familiar weight.
"Thanks. This coin is lucky after all."
"Oh please. That thing hit me." The grinned at the sudden realization.
"Precisely why. It led me to where I belonged," Jason peered into Nico's face and cupped his chin, "and now I've found my love."
"Hey, I found you, at the lunch table," Nico argued, wrapping his hands around Jason's head. The blonde grinned like a fool, too happy and in love to care.
"That coin was still lucky."
They leaned in for a kiss. Or two.
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Yea, thanks for putting up with me and this story- watch out for other Jasico stuff that I might post, so, baiii~
~E.B out~
