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Textin' info;

Italics = Will

Bold and underlined = Jason

8

Nico

On Wednesday morning, it took Nico's sleepy brain all of four seconds to remember that Will was coming over today. At any time. Hell, he could be there now.

"Fanculo, fanculo, fanculo, fanculo," Nico swore, scrambling out of bed and tripping as his blankets got tangled around his foot. He face-planted on the floor, groaning. He turned to pull the blanket off his foot and used the bed to pull himself to his feet. "Ow..." He remembered his predicament and practically ran face-first into his closet in his hurry to get clothes. He pulled out the first shirt he saw, followed by black jeans. He quickly put them on and grabbed his phone to check his texts and the time. It was ten thirty already, and Nico cursed.

He had three texts from Jason, and one from Will.

9:30 AM - Reyna just told me Will is coming over?!

9:30 AM - NICO I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!

9:31 AM - I know you're sleeping, but seriously, call me when you get up!

Nico sighed and ran a hand through his hair, which was still messy from sleeping. Preparing himself mentally, he read Will's text.

10:23 AM - On my way over, ghost boy

That sent Nico into a panic, and he quickly dialed Jason's number, needing someone to freak out to. "Jason, Jason, help me!"

"What's up?" Jason asked, sounding amused.

"WILL IS ON HIS WAY OVER! I JUST FUCKING WOKE UP, I'M NOT READY!"

Jason laughed. "Whoa, calm down there, Nico. Are you dressed."

"Well, yes, but—"

"Then you're ready," Jason interrupted.

"I meant I'm not emotionally ready," Nico groaned. "He's so sunshiney! I just can't, Jason!"

"Nico, buck up. You are adorable."

"I am not adorable!" Nico yelled into the phone, throwing open his bedroom door and walking down the stairs.

"Yes, Nico, yes you are. Now repeat after me: 'I am ready for Will Solace.'"

"Oh, my God, no," Nico said, blushing. "Cosa c'è di sbagliato con te?!"

"Nico, you're adorable."

"I AM NOT ADORABLE!" Nico shouted at the top of his lungs into the phone, standing in the middle of his living room, glaring at the carpet. There was a snicker, and he froze, looking up in horror to find Bianca, his dad, and Will sitting in the living room, staring at him. The laughter had come from Bianca, who currently had a hand over her mouth stifling giggles.

Nico's face cycled through five expressions; shock, fear, anger, more intense anger, and, finally, embarrassment. His face turned tomato red, and he almost dropped his phone. He sprinted into the kitchen to get away from them, and ducked into the barren pantry, sinking down the wall into a sitting position.

"Hey, Nico, bro, you alright?"

"I'm going to fucking kill you, Jason," Nico groaned into the phone. "They all just heard me yell that. At the top of my lungs."

"All of them?" Jason asked.

"All of them," Nico confirmed, dying inside. "Kill me... Please just kill me..."

"Well, what did they do? What did you do?"

"Bianca was laughing out loud, Dad was laughing inside, and Will was just staring... I just ran into the kitchen and I'm hiding in the pantry now.No way can I go out there now..."

"Aw, Nico, c'mon. I'm sure they won't laugh at you if you go out there. That would just be mean."

"Have you met my family?" Nico grumbled.

Jason was silent for a while. "Do you have access to a window?"

"Um, yes...?" Nico asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I can come pick you up. Jump out the window. I gotchu, Neeks."

"You want me to jump out a window?" Nico asked incredulously. "Are you crazy?"

"Is that a no?"

Nico was silent for several seconds. "How soon can you be here?"

"Ten minutes?"

Nico let out a sigh. "No. That's too long. They'd get me by then. Maybe waiting outside like wolves..."

Jason let out a laugh. "Okay, Neeks. I guess I'll just wish you luck, then."

"I'll need it," Nico murmured, before hanging up the phone and resting his head on his knees. Should I go out there and face the firing squad? Rather sooner than later, I suppose...

"Nico?"

Nico jumped and whipped his head around to face the door. "Non entrare! Mi lancerò Chef Boyardee a voi!"

"Nico, it's just me," Will said. "Can I come in?"

Staring at the door, Nico hesitantly answered, "Fine." He turned as the doorknob did so he wouldn't have to look at Will's sunshiny-ness in his depressed state.

There was a presence on his right side, and a shoulder pressed against his as Will sat next to him. "So, that must've been embarrassing," Will said, and Nico groaned and buried his face in his knees again, hugging them to his chest. "Lasciatemi morire..."

After a minute, an arm encircled Nico's shoulder, making him tense. "All I meant was; I get it. My family makes fun of me, too."

Nico hesitantly opened one eye to peer out at him. Will, seeing this as encouragement, gave Nico his ten-thousand-watt smile. "I smoothed things over for you, so are you gonna come out with me?"

Nico gave a hesitant smile. "You want to come out of a closet with me, Solace?"

Will blushed and hit him on the arm. "Damare..."

Okay, Nico thought, grinning. Maybe this isn't so bad. "Sure, sunshine."

Standing, Will held out a hand to Nico. Nico looked up at him, at this boy holding out a hand that signified so much. He grinned and accepted it, and Will pulled him to his feet, and they left the pantry, together.

A/N: Awwwww, I'm so happy with this chapter :3

Translations;

- Fanculo. = Fuck. (So essentially Nico went, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." XD)

- Cosa c'è di sbagliato con te?! = What is wrong with you?!

- Non entrare! Mi lancerò Chef Boyardee a voi! - Don't come in! I'll throw Chef Boyardee at you! (XD)

- Lasciatemi morire... = Let me die...

- Damare... = Shut up...