And here it is: Chapter 8 :) I hope you all enjoy Will's POV. And thank you to all those who reviewed for the last chapter, you rock ma socks off! 100% fluff.

Will grunted and slammed a hand down on his alarm clock. Screw school. He was so wiped from all those exams. He figured he could afford a day off, but before he could bury his head back under the covers, his phone buzzed with an incoming text message. Will briefly considered ignoring it, but he groaned and pulled it from his nightstand. Rubbing his eyes blearily, he slid his thumb across the screen and broke out in a tired smile.

Death Boy 8:01 am

How does it feel to be done?

Mr. Sunshine 8:05 am

Like shit to be honest. I think I might skip out today.

Death Boy 8:06 am

Did you get sick? I TOLD you to take care of yourself.

Death Boy 8:06 am

Stay home today. Frank and Hazel and I can come bring you your homework and stuff.

Mr. Sunshine 8:07 am

D'aww. You're the sweetest. I don't know if I can wait a full eight hours before seeing your face though.

Death Boy 8:08 am

Haha funny. Go back to sleep.

Will grinned and rolled back into bed, closing his eyes. All he could picture was Nico, with his shaggy black hair and dark burning eyes. He carefully imagined every part of Nico, savouring it, as a person might pour over letters from their lover. Nico's full, pink lips, so kissable, especially when he was pouting; his long eyelashes that made Will's heart flutter every time Nico looked up from under them; his lean build that fit so perfectly with Will...Man I have it bad, Will thought sleepily. He sighed, only a few hours until he could see Nico again.

The hours passed painfully slowly, but Will could feel the exhaustion set in. He hadn't anticipated how draining his exams would be and his body was finally protesting from the week of sleepless nights. By the time four o'clock rolled around, Will was tensing in anticipation at the sound of every passing car. When the doorbell finally rang, it took far too much self control to stop himself from running downstairs and pulling Nico into his arms.

In a few moments though (to Will it felt like a thousand years), Nico, Frank and Hazel were sidling into his room, arms full of textbooks. Will jumped out bed. "You're here!" he sang. Nico instantly turned a cherry red and turned away. Hazel clapped a hand to her mouth, eyes sparkling and Frank snorted.

"Nice underpants, Will."

Mortified, Will realized that he slept in just his boxers dotted with smiling suns and a ratty T-shirt, and he was currently standing in front of his friends only outfitted in those two articles of clothing. He grinned cheekily though and struck a provocative pose. "Too much for you, Zhang?"

Frank groaned. "Stop defiling my eyes and put some clothes on."

Will shrugged and pulled on a pair of shorts that were crumpled at the foot of his bed, as Hazel and Frank settled at his desk. Although Nico had his eyes firmly fixed on the ground, they kept sliding up, only to meet Will's amused gaze and pull away again. Nico's face was still a rosy pink and the Italian bit his lips and muttered something about how Will obviously was still not thinking straight.

As usual, Nico perched on the end of Will's bed, and Will stretched out beside him. Hazel and Frank began talking - flirting really - and Will stared at Nico. He couldn't stop daydreaming about how it would feel to pull Nico close to him, to kiss the tip of his nose, the side of his jaw, run his hands along his taunt muscles...

"What are you looking at, Solace?"

Will snapped out of his reverie and smiled sheepishly at Nico's blushing face. "You, obviously."

Turning away, Nico muttered, "Well, stop." But Will was pleased to see that the tips of Nico's ears were turning red as well.

Eventually Will ended up with his head on Nico's lap, as the other boy leaned against the wall, legs dangling over the side of Will's bed. Nico had his eyes closed as he mouthed the names of chemical formulas and Will was reading his English novel.

"Romeo, Romeo whereforeart thou Romeo!" he cried in a faulty accent, clutching at his heart. Nico cracked open an eye and scowled down at him.

Snatching the book from Will, Nico read in a flowery voice, his Italian accent prominent, "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite." Snapping the play shut, he grinned down at Will, "And that's how you read Shakespeare."

Will may or may not have been drooling. Realizing what line he had just read, Nico flushed and glanced away, only to meet the triumphant glances of Frank and Hazel. He pushed Will off his lap, and jumped up. "We should be going," Nico muttered. Will clumsily got up as well, already missing the warmth from Nico and pulled Nico into a hug to compensate. The dark haired boy stiffened against him at first, then relaxed and squeezed back gently.

"Thanks for coming over," Will murmured against Nico's hair.

Nico shrugged, "Anytime," his voice muffled against Will's chest.

Will smiled softly. "I may hold you to that."

After they had left, Frank and Hazel shooting less than subtle glances between the two boys, Will collapsed on his bed. He felt like he was coming down from a Nico-high. He couldn't believe he had only known Nico for four months and yet it felt like he had known him forever.

Will jerked up in horror at the realization. They had known each other for four months. Nico had eight months to live four months ago. He only had four months left with Nico. Blinking back tears, Will tried to calm himself, but the thought of Nico's cold body in a casket nearly sent him into hysterics. Breathing in slowly, Will thought about the conversation he had with Hazel so long ago in the library. He had been so excited to know that he would be graduating soon, and that he would be able to leave. Now, he thought bitterly, he wished he could turn back time to the start of the year.

Should he tell Nico?

Will chewed his lip in indecision. If Nico didn't like him that way, this could ruin their relationship. He flinched, remembering the teasing and the cruel shoves and dirty glances from his childhood as well. But if he didn't give it a chance...

Steeling himself, Will launched out of his bed, exchanging his ratty T-shirt and shorts for a pair of jeans and his orange camp T-shirt. He ran a hand through his messy hair, but he was so distraught he couldn't bring himself to care. Dashing downstairs, he grabbed his car keys from the kitchen counter and sprinted to his car. Will launched himself over the door and into the seat and brought the engine to life. He drove towards Nico's house, heart hammering and palms sweaty.

Will's mind was on one track as he pulled up to Nico's house and rang the doorbell. His pulse was racing and his heart was in his throat, but he couldn't bring himself to let his mind wander, otherwise he would convince himself that this was rash and stupid. So he kept up a steady Nico Nico Nico monologue in his head as he waited for his dark haired angel.

Nico opened the door, surprise etched on his face. "Will, what..."

Before Nico could say anything else, Will, fearful that his courage would desert him and he'd end up back where he'd started, grabbed Nico's T-shirt and pulled the dark-haired boy close to him, sealing their lips together.

Finalllllllly right? Please leave some reviews :) Otherwise I may just have to leave this as a cliffhanger bwahahaha. BTW: Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes :( I wrote this in a hurry.