Will

We headed to the airport on Saturday morning. The trip to Hawaii was quiet and tiring. I couldn't sleep on the plane because the seat was really uncomfortable. I tried to relax during the trip, but my thoughts were a thousand per hour.

I was feeling anxious for no reason and my mind just wouldn't shut up.

When the plane finally landed, my mother and I waited until everyone got off the plane. We always did this to avoid all the confusion of the passengers wanting to leave all at once. Ergo, we are the last to leave the plane.

My mother is quick on her feet, I'm guessing she's excited to meet Dad, who insisted on picking us up at the airport, even though my mother suggested taking a cab instead, saying that he didn't need to do that, that it wasn't necessary, blah, blah, blah.

In the end, Dad convinced her by being all romantic and paternal, saying that he couldn't wait to meet us and so he wanted to be at the airport as soon as the plane landed.

"Mom, you can go ahead to find Dad while I get our bags."

"Don't be silly. I'll go with you. The bags are too heavy for you to carry alone."

"Mom, I'm pretty sure I can handle two trolley bags."

"I'll go with you, anyway; I don't want you walking through the airport alone." She says, already going towards baggage claim.

"Mothers." I say as I roll my eyes, but I follow her anyway.

We located our bags quickly and then headed to the airport lobby.

It doesn't take long to find my dad. After all, he stands out from the crowd, being tall, blond, strong, with blue eyes and a 'charming' smile on his face, or at least that's what I heard some women say.

If it weren't for the wedding ring on his finger, I'm sure many women would try to get close. Some people did not believe he was my father, they assumed he was my big brother.

Well, they also did not believe that my mom was my mom, with honey-colored hair, green eyes and a body to envy, my mother doesn't appear the age she has.

Suffice to say, they make a striking couple.

My father was holding a sign written "My beloved family" to make it easier for us to locate him, as if it were really possible to miss him.

He noticed us as soon as we were in his line of sight and nearly raced towards us, although my mother wasn't much better off, having quickened her pace even more when she saw him.

They met in the middle and hugged like they had been apart for years, and then, because I so deserve to witness this, they kiss in the middle of the airport. Just like the last scene of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead men tell no tales.

And I just stand there, apart from them, hoping people won't notice me. I am exhausted and very sleepy, so much so that I don't notice my dad approaching me, and suddenly I found myself trapped in a bear hug.

"I missed you, son."

"Me too, Dad." I say breathlessly, since his hug is too tight.

When my dad finally lets go of me, I take a deep breath, trying to catch some air.

"How's school?" My father asks as he picks up the bag my mother is carrying.

I recall everything that happened these last few weeks, but decide not to say anything.

"Same as always." I respond.

My father had come by car, so we didn't have to wait for a taxi. My parents start talking, but I'm too tired to join them.

"You seem tired, Will." Dad says.

"I didn't sleep well at night and couldn't sleep on the plane."

"When we get to the Hotel, you can rest as much as you like."

The hotel, as expected, is wonderful. It is right next to the beach, which gives it that refreshing smell of sea. It also has several pools around it, which really makes it a tropical paradise.

If I wasn't so tired, I would get out and explore, see every corner of the Hotel and walk along the beach, but now I just want to turn my mind off and sleep.

My father hands me the key to my room, which is a little away from his, but in the same corridor. Which I appreciate because I do not want to have to listen to the "activities" that the two of them will practice in the room.

Anyhow, it's late, almost night, so I walk into my room, leaving my bag on the floor next to the bed, take off my shirt and dive into the bed. My last thought before I crash is Nico.

Nico

We flew to Hawaii on Sunday morning. We should have gone on Friday, but since I got sick and had to take my exams, the trip was postponed to Sunday morning and here we are.

It was a long flight. I tried to sleep but was unable to. Instead, I kept thinking about what Hazel said.

Was Will attracted to me? Hard to believe, not to say impossible.

Of course, I was annoyingly aware of my attraction to Will, even if I insisted on denying and resisting with all my might. It's not my fault. He's an idiot, but he's a hot idiot.

It's not like something could ever happen between us. We are too different and of course Will is a big jerk.

Hazel was wrong, of course she was wrong and even if she wasn't, Will is still Will and I cannot stand him. It would take a big change from him to ... What I'm thinking? It's impossible. Still, I cannot avoid remembering "I like you like this".

We arrived at the hotel, which I admit is really beautiful, lots of coconut trees, pools all around and I can see the beach from where I stand, but I have no desire to go there. If only my parents shared the sentiment.

Unfortunately, they don't, and after dinner, they make a point of dragging me to the beach.

Before going, I take a shower and get dressed in black denim shorts and a tank top with a skull design. I wear my black fingerless gloves and leave my hair messy the way I like it. And last but not least, I put on my contact lenses since someone destroyed my classes.

So we walked on the sidewalk and bought some souvenirs. I got a black leather bracelet. We explored some stores and then my parents wanted to go take a walk in the sand.

They are really thrilled to be here, but I can see that their happiness comes from enjoying it together. It was actually kind of embarrassing to walk with them all day, I felt like the third wheel the entire time.

When we get close to the beach, before we step on the sand, I say:

"You can go without me. I'm going back to the hotel." I inform them as I take the bags with the purchases my mother made on the beach. "I'll take this for you."

My mother looks at me in surprise.

"Oh. You sure you don't want to come?" my mother asks. "The beach is so beautiful."

I can't help but smile at my mother. My father also has a smile on his face as he looks at her. They deserve some time alone, just the two of them. And the beach is very romantic, that is, if you like sand.

"Don't worry. I can see the beach from where I am now without needing to get close." I say, turning away to go back to the hotel. "And you guys deserve some alone time."

"Okay, I'll come by your room when we get back to see if you're okay." She says.

"Do as you wish." I say, without stopping.

It is almost dark, but the hotel is close, so I don't mind, not to mention that the path is illuminated by the lights of the commercial establishments.

I walk back slowly, not paying much attention to my surroundings, until a blond-haired boy catches my eye. He's walking in front of me, his hair is the same as Will's, the clothes ... These clothes ... I've seen them before…

"You have got to be kidding me. This can't be happening!" My voice comes out very loud, surprising even me. I cover my mouth with my hand, but it's too late.

This catches the attention of the boy who walks in front of me. He turns around and then our eyes meet. The boy's eyes widen in surprise, as well as mine.

It really is Will Solace.

Will

After spending all day with my parents, I decide to go for a walk on the beach.

With my parents talking to me every moment, it was difficult to concentrate on my own thoughts.

I wanted to be alone for a while to organize my thoughts and the beach was perfect for that.

I take off my shoes to walk on the sand, feeling the soft sand on my feet, the sound of the sea and the cool breeze make me relax.

Nico really ... hates me, doesn't he?

Well, he has many reasons for it. I really have been an idiot, right?

I sigh.

How should I fix this? Or rather, should I? Maybe I should just leave him alone from new on. He would appreciate that, right?

Jason said it's not true that I don't like Nico. So what exactly do I feel for him?

I think he's beautiful. I like the expressions he shows when I tease him. I admire how he follows the rules. I like how smart he is.

Jason is right. I wouldn't think that of someone I didn't like.

Honestly, how did it all start? ... This mess?

I sigh again.

No matter how it started, I must definitely put an end to it. Jason is right, the pranks are getting out of hand. I really should have listened to Jason before. It's my fault Nico got sick. I hope he's okay.

It's nightfall when I decide to go back to the hotel. I walk on the sidewalk carelessly, the lights of commercial establishments illuminate my way.

"You have got to be kidding me. This can't be happening!" I hear a familiar voice say out loud.

But it can't be. I turn to the voice and face Nico Di Angelo. My eyes widen in surprise. I mean, what are the chances?

But what strikes me most is his appearance, all dressed in black, messy hair, motorcycle gloves and black leather bracelet. Nico Di Angelo is ... Sexy.