“Connor Stoll, you’re with Clarisse la Rue,” shouted the geography teacher.
Connor turned to Nico with a look of pure terror on his face. Nico snorted and laughed. He rested his head on his hand and half listened to the rest of the groups. He mostly watched how Will Solace played a drumbeat with imaginary drums. He used two colored pencils and tapped to a song that Nico had identified as “all american bitch” by Olivia Rodrigo. The guy had good looks and good taste.
“…Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. And finally, Nico di Angelo, you’ll be with Will Solace! You can choose any country…”
Nico’s face went pale. Will turned and waved, giving a smile. Nico waved back and couldn’t help but smile back. Gods, why was he so cute?
The class ended and Will hurried over to Nico.
“Hey! When should we get together for the project?” he asked cheerily.
“Um…you free today? I can drive us to my place,” Nico shrugged.
“Yeah, sure! What’s your last period? I’ll meet you somewhere.”
“Uh…I’ve got English with Mrs Miller. What’s yours?”
“Science. Mrs Howard. Let’s meet at the auditorium. We might see each other along the way anyway.” Will flashed his iconic smile, and Nico returned one. They went their separate ways and excitement bubbled inside Nico. What were the chances he was paired up with his crush?
Nico and Will met at the auditorium, and Nico led him to his car, a vintage black convertible.
“Dam, this car is sweet! Where’d you get it?” Will asked, climbing in.
“My dads. He used to collect them. Don’t ask me why.” Nico rolled his eyes, which Will laughed at. “So, Will. Just gonna tell you this right now. My mom’s Italian and she doesn’t speak English. So, I’ll be translating from my mom to you and vice versa.”
“You speak Italian? That’s so cool!”
“Well, I can fluently speak four languages. Italian, Greek, Latin, and English obviously. I can sort of speak Spanish, it’s just pretty bad, and I’m taking French.” Nico looked over at Will. His jaw had dropped. Nico blushed and was suddenly embarrassed. “W-what?”
“You can speak almost 6 languages?! I can only speak two,” Will pouted.
“What can you speak?”
“Greek and English.” Nico looked over at him.
“Are you Greek? Or you just know the language?” Will nodded.
“I’m Greek, yeah. On my dad’s side. My mom’s from Texas. We moved to New York when I was eight.”
“That’s cool. Any siblings?” Will nodded.
“Yeah I’ve got a little sister. Their name is Anello, they go by they/them. You?”
“Yeah,I have an older sister and a younger one. My older sister looks like me, her name’s Bianca, and my younger is technically my half sister, she’s named Hazel, and she looks totally different, but she’s ours nonetheless. Same dad, different moms, yknow?” Will nodded as they pulled into the driveway. The house was beautiful, white with blue shudders and trim. It was quaint, but cozy.
The boys walked up to the porch and Nico unlocked the door. “Ehi, mamma! Sono a casa, ho portato un amico a lavorare su un progetto! {Hey, mom! I’m at home, I took a friend to work on a project!}” Nico called. Bianca came down the stairs with earbuds blasting. She saw Will and her eyes went wide and she smirked.
“Eh, Nico, questo è quel ragazzo che ti piace, eh? {Eh, Nico, this is that boy you like, huh?}” Bianca asked, raising an eyebrow. Nico turned red.
“Chiudi quella cazzo di bocca! {Shut the fuck up!}” Nico hissed angrily.
“Niccolo, guarda la tua bocca! Questo non è un linguaggio educato! {Niccolo, watch your mouth! That is not polite language!}” scolded a beautiful olive skinned woman. She hit both Nico and Bianca in the back of the head. “Bianca, smettila di prendere in giro tuo fratello! Una cotta non è un grosso problema. {Bianca, stop making fun of your brother! A crush is not a big deal.}”
The woman then turned to Will and placed her hands on his shoulders, looking him up and down. “Mi piace questo, Niccolo. Benvenuti a casa nostra! Come ti chiami? {I like this one, Niccolo. Welcome to our home! What is your name?}”
Nico turned red again. “She says welcome. And she asked your name.”
“That’s not all she said,” said Bianca with a smirk. Her mother hit her upside the head again.
“Mamma! Non sai nemmeno cosa ho detto! {You don’t even know what I said!}”
“So da quel sorriso che stai prendendo in giro. Come si chiama il ragazzo? {I know from that smirk that you’re teasing. What is the boy’s name?}” their mother said, with an impatient tone.
“È la volontà . Stiamo andando al piano di sopra. Lasciaci in pace Bianca! {He’s Will. We are going upstairs. Leave us alone Bianca!}” Nico said, grabbing Will’s hand and dragging him with him up the stairs. Will’s heart skipped a beat when Nico touched him. He couldn’t help but smile a little.
When they got to Nico’s room, he shut the door and sighed. “Sorry. They just- Well it’s Bianca who’s the problem. She never stops teasing me! She’s so annoying!” He plopped down on the bed and sighed. Will laughed.
“My sibling is really annoying too. She also teases me about my crush.”
“Who’s your crush?” Nico asked. Willy turned red.
“Um…i-it’s not important. I was thinking-“
“Will. Who do you like?” Nico asked again, speaking in a low voice.
“It’s…no one. It doesn’t matter. But for the project, I was thinking-“
“Will.” Will gulped and looked up. “Do you like me?”
“I-I was thinking we should do-“
“Will. Do you-“
“Yes.” Will clapped a hand over his mouth and bit his tongue. “I-I mean I…I don’t-“
He was cut off by Nico’s lips colliding with his. His eyes widened, but then he relaxed and wrapped an arm around Nico’s waist, pulling him in tighter. Nico slid his tongue through Will’s parted lips. Will smiled and leaned in further.
Let’s just say, no work got done that day.
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