DISCLAIMER; Sunshine and Death boy aren't mine.

And we're back—

Raw Rain:

PoV: Will

The rain pounding down on Will was relentless. The icy wind teasing Will's hair into knots. The thunder kept roaring, seemingly consuming him and then spitting him back out as it rolled, further down, into the strawberry fields. With every step in the muddy grass, and ever sloshing sound Will's foot made as it was wrenched free from the mud clinging to his slippers. He wouldn't be able to wear them again after this; the soft, white fur that covered the insides of the slippers were filthy and soaked through. His gray and white checkered pajama pants were cold and streaked with mud and the bottom of his legs. In the heat of the moment Will had simply left the warmth of his cabin in a black, sleeveless shirt. He was regretting his rash decision now. He was soaked through to the bone with raw, icy rain. His teeth had started clattering moments after he had stepped outside.

He was regretting the reason why he had left the cabin. Well, not necessarily regret, more like releasing his stupidity. What on earth would he possibly say to Nico?

Yeah, I was just taking a stroll, the weather is wonderful, don't you agree?

As if to proof his point lightning seared through the night, raising the hairs on the back of Will's neck. Nonetheless Will kept walking down the rows of cabins at a brisk pace. Everyone was probably asleep. Warmly cuddled up in their warm beds. If they weren't asleep then they, perhaps, the campers sat atop each other's beds, half brothers and sisters grateful for one another's company. Just like Kayla and Austin had sat moments ago now. Were probably still sat.

Will could still turn back. Back, to the warmth and family that was just inside the cabin a few hundred meters back. Will halted. A strange sight it must've been. There, in the middle of a raging storm. Lightning blazing the sky, Thunder viciously growling at everything. Rain crisscrossing in the sky, making the summer night into a seemingly winter one. And there amidst it all stood a blonde boy, drenched in icy rain. Will hesitated, what was he going to say to Nico?

Nico I just needed to see you. I haven't seen you in days and I need to know if you're okay. Are you?

Will physically shook his head as he dismissed the needy words. Nevertheless Will kept walking. He hadn't given up on Death boy just yet. He trudged through the mud, practically dragging his feet. A random thought struck Will, he was tired. Carry on, he told himself, your almost there. He looked up to see that cabin 13 was indeed just a little further down the vast line of cabins.

Will tilted his face to the sky, in the hope of maybe being able to spot a few stars, or perhaps the crescent moon that was supposed to be shining tonight. But he couldn't see the lopsided shape in the sky; only the dark clouds. They were a strange tint of purple-gray. He looked back down at the ground as a raindrops had fallen in Will's eyes. He tried to rub his eyes dry-but found it no use as his hands were just as wet.

The storm let loose another raging snarl, shortly after the sky cracked in a blue tinted white light. Starting at random in the middle of dark sky and crawling down drowning behind the forest. Will picked up the pace of his pathetically slow walk, and broke out into a jog, and then into a run. He ran for seconds before he felt his slipper loosening around his left foot. No. The slipper left Will's foot and in doing so Will tumbled forward face planting in the mud. "Fuck!" Will cried out as he lay there in a sad, pitiful pile of wet, cold, limbs and tousled hair.

Will just lay there. Seconds turning into minutes turning into moments. He felt so helpless, and he knew it was absurd but what would happen if he would just lay there? And no one would find him. He wouldn't get up, wouldn't make it to cabin 13. He felt the rain pounding on his back, slowly making his shirt stick even more to equally drenched skin. He was cold. So, so cold. Lightning flashed around him.

He knew it wasn't smart what he was doing. He should stop playing to be so pathetic before he became seriously ill. He could get pneumonia or a fever or maybe if he lay here long enough hypothermia. Will braced himself against the mud underneath him, he wiggled his fingers, feeling the few tufts of grass that hadn't been drenched and flattened by the incredible force of the weather.

The idea of getting up just felt so…exhausting. Yup, he would just lay here.

Idiot, he heard a voice in his head say. He shushed the voice. He was content here. He took a shuddering breath and realized he was crying. Or perhaps, it was just the rain mixed with mud that invaded his mouth.

You pathetic shit, he told himself, just get up.

No, it's comfortable. Besides no one will care if I die.

Not true, Kayla would be devastated and Austin and Layla and Cris and Jasper and Damon and—

Shut up! Shut up!

And just like that he decided that he would be happily content to die there. Let's not settle for anything hasty, he told himself. Will closed his eyes.

His prince wouldn't come. How would Nico have any idea of knowing he was here? Will thought of Nico's ebony hair. (It needed a bit of a trim to be honest) But that made him nonetheless want to touch it, to see if it really was as thick as it looked. And his coffee black eyes, that looked like molten chocolate in the sunlight. And his way too pale skin. It looked almost totally white, papery and waxy after he shadow traveled.

Will thought of the three kisses he had planted on that pale—flawless—skin. It made his stomach churn, which made him want to puke. He really should be getting up, no one was coming. He had to save himself. No one else would do it for him. But he always had to save himself. Will stayed in the murky water, somehow turning strangely warm. The raw rain not finished beating him up. Will looked up at the cabins surrounding. He had fallen at the patio of cabin 13. So close, he thought.

His every breath felt like an icy, unwanted scythe being forced down his throat. Ragged as it was Will kept breathing. He knew he had to do as much to keep living, and despite his earlier thoughts Will did want to keep living. Because…well…life. The strange thrills that came with it, they were worth a lot, so were the people. Will did want to live.

Will remembered someone releasing a strangled cry that cut straight through the growls and roars of the beast that was thunder. Someone calling his name and thinking that it wasn't the person he wanted to hear call for him. Then he blacked out.

AN:I know probably the majority of the people who read this are wondering Why the hell didn't Nico find Will? Why wasn't there some adorable intimate moment? Well because (a) I wanna continue this fic for a little longer and (b) because well Nico isn't such an open character who just offers his heart to anyone—in my opinion—so, yeah, just keep reading? (Don't worry they'll get there, I have something in mind…)

Lo siento, la vida no es un cuento de hadas.

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