The P.K. and the Punk

Health and Biology were Will's favorite classes, he discovered at an early age. He was 8 years old by the time he began watching the Health and Fitness channel, admiring the doctors on screen. Once when he was playing on the monkey bars in the third grade, he had fallen and earned a broken ankle. He had to be carried to the school nurse, his hands scraped and his face was a mess of tears. The nurse had kept him calm and stayed with him until the ambulance arrived, cooing sweet phrases of comfort. Will could've sworn he saw a white glowing gas around her head, and had the impression she was an angel. Once he was old enough, he wrote it off as a hallucination. It was because of her he came to a firm conclusion that he wanted to become a doctor. For now, however, he must make it through senior year and refrain from attacking the new kid in the least saintly way possible.

Nico Di Angelo transferred to small town Delphi from Italy. He arrived in all his spunky and obnoxious glory, taking the reserved town by storm. No one was sure why he came here of all places, because who ever heard of Delphi? On his third day of being at residence, rumors began to spread. Some were reasonable guesses and others were outrageously unbelievable. 'I heard his father is a mafia boss' and 'he's so bad, the country kicked him out.' The most asinine of all was 'he was sent by the devil himself to wreck the town and seduce the women.'

Will doubted Nico was a demon, but he did get irritated with him. Currently, Will sat behind the new kid in class, trying to focus on the Health teacher. For this unit, everyone had to learn about home situations and early child development, which Will was eager to learn about. Despite that eager anticipation, he couldn't focus, he couldn't wrap his mind around the material. His eyes kept drifting to the 17 year old in front of him.

Even now, Nico was grating on Will's nerves. The foreigner was leaning back in his chair, arm slung across the back nonchalantly. He had an air about him, a mood that said he couldn't care less. His GPA was at stake, his scholarship even. Will was certain Nico didn't care about his future from the way he picked at his nails and doodled in his notebook. His dark clothing was a stain, obscuring the picture of classroom perfection. No one dressed the way he did.

Will scrutinized Nico's clothing, eyes traveling from the aviator jacket, to his too tight skinny jeans, to the combat boots scuffing the tile. What really promotes the demon conspiracy was the amount of death symbols the Italian accessorized himself with. A skull ring could always be found adorning his slender right hand. He often wore skeleton themed t-shirts and his common color scheme was almost always black. To a town built on Christian faith, he looked as though he was constantly mourning or summoning evil spirits, possibly both. Will knew he shouldn't care whether or not Nico became successful, but he did. The blond then decided to do something about it.

Will ripped a piece of paper from his notebook and began scrawling Pay Attention To The Teacher in neat handwriting. When the teacher had her back to the class, he tossed the crumpled paper onto the boy's desk. Nico jerked to attention, startled from the paper's sudden appearance. A couple kids tossed Will odd glances, wondering what he wanted from the school's notorious bad boy. Of course, Will didn't notice. He was too enveloped with trying to get the boy's attention.

Discreetly and quietly, Nico unraveled the paper under his desk. Will couldn't see his expression, but he assumed it was something akin to apathy or annoyance. Nico took a moment to search for his pencil before scrawling something short. The boy crumpled the paper before tossing it onto Will's desk over his shoulder.

Curiously, the blond unraveled the paper. To his horror, Nico hadn't used words. Instead, the boy had drawn a lewd image that virtually anyone from every nationality could understand. Will burned in embarrassment, quickly stuffing the paper in his hoodie pocket before anyone could see by some off chance. Will glared holes into the back of Nico's head, officially becoming pissed.

Will was too distracted, but had heard the teacher say his name at the end of a sentence. He looked up, startled. "Would you repeat that please?" He asked, sitting up attentively. The older woman glanced up from the clipboard she was reading off of. Clearing her throat, she pushed her thick glasses up her nose.

"For this project, a boy and girl must play the role as parents. Each pairing will be given a doll, which both designated parents will care for. I apologize for the unorthodox pairing, but there was an uneven ratio between girls and boys. You and Nico Di Angelo will be paired, but one of you must decide who the mother must be." She said.

"Why?" Nico spoke, catching the teacher off guard.

"Why what?" She asked, perplexed.

"Why does one of us have to be the mother?" Nico clarified, his accent thick.

"Because two men cannot produce children." She explained simply.

"Can't we just pretend we adopted?" The Italian pressed.

"No, because that sort of relationship is not school appropriate." The teacher was curt, an edge of warning in her voice.

"You mean you're homophobic." Nico corrected her. The whole class held their breath. No one brought up these sorts of things in school, much less talk back to the teacher. "As men, we will become fathers, not mothers. I would prefer you to train us as such." The teacher's face turned pink, her ears burning and her stance rigid. She looked as though she was about to burst, but Will quickly intervened.

"I'll be the mother. Really, it's no issue." He cut through the tension. The teacher stood in place for a solid few moments, debating on what she should do or say, if it was even worth sending her student to the principal's office.

"Thank you, Will. There's a bin of dolls on my desk, please choose one and sit with your partner." She said, articulating her words choppily. Surprisingly, Nico was off the hook. She began reading off more names to be partnered as the blond made his way to the bin. He took the first doll he saw and held it to himself as though it were a breathing sentient being. He walked briskly towards his desk so that he could push it next to Nico's. Awkwardly, he avoids eye contact with the other.

"These dolls have timers in them, so they'll cry after random time frames. The only way you get them to stop is to bounce them lightly or feed them with the bottles I'm passing out now. For two weeks, you and your spouse will take turns taking home the baby. You will both have to come up with a name for it and treat as though it were real, do you understand?" She said, placing a milk bottle especially forcefully in front of Nico. In return, she received a collective 'yes ma'am's from the classroom. "Needless to say, if you return your child in a less than perfect condition, your score will drop." She concluded, resting her hands on her hips. Then, the bell rang signaling the end of class. Before Will could say anything, Nico was up and out of the classroom.

Will fumbled around with his backpack, trying to collect his things and catch up with his partner without dropping his doll- um, child. Will had items practically toppling out of his bag because he couldn't bother to zip it closed. His partner was moving way too fast for him.

"Nico!" Will called at the boy's back. He was certain he dropped a notebook or two while struggling through the throng of students brushing past him. Unsurprisingly, Nico only seemed to pick up his speed. Will followed him until they were at the top of the school steps, then he decided to call for the Italian one last time.

"Nico Di Angelo you are NOT walking out on this family. Turn your skinny jean butt around this instant!" The boy in black paused, as if contemplating facing his partner or just keep walking. He jammed his fists into his jacket pockets before turning around with a smirk playing his lips.

"So you admit to looking at my ass?" He was only a foot away from Will's face now, his lips upturned in a smirk. Will's breathing constricted, the other boy invading his personal space bubble.

"What- no, that's not the point." The blond said, becoming flustered. "We should actually plan things out, you know, get things organized. We haven't even named the doll yet." The raven haired boy raised an eyebrow.

"It's just a doll, there's not much to it. I'm sure you can handle that much by yourself." He looked down at the smaller boy, a frown tugging at his lips slightly.

"I don't care if you don't want to participate, you will earn the grade we get." Will tried to level his voice so the other could understand the seriousness of the situation.

"I have a proposition for you, Solace. How about you take care of our sweet little angel, tidy up the house, and put up that white picket fence. Meanwhile, I go on a two week business trip. Does that sound good to you sweetheart?" Will clenched his jaw, his rising blood pressure practically palpable. What Nico proposed was all too familiar, hitting close to home.

"No, that doesn't sound good to me at all, babe," Will spat, "We're in this together, like it or not. So you better take a two week vacation from work or else I'll strap you to the bed because I will not be abandoned again." Will seethed, staring the boy down despite the Italian being significantly taller. Nico had actually stepped down a step or two in amazement, making the blond taller for once.

"Strap me down to the bed? I didn't take you for the type, William." Nico teased.

"You're avoiding the subject." Will deadpanned.

"Alright, I'll help with the whole parenting thing," Nico conceded, "but on one condition." The raven haired boy grinned maliciously, throwing the blond off for a moment. Will was adamant to not let his partner slip out of his grasp. For the first several months of school, he had to watch Nico act as though he was above the lessons, as though he was "too cool for school" and it was the most irritating act of rebellion Will had to witness. He was not going to let the other boy slither out of this one.

"What is it?" He asked, wary of the others' conditions.

"Treat me as though I'm your legitimate husband. That means date nights and kisses." The Italian said in all seriousness, his teasing demeanor dropped. Will's jaw unhinged, rendering him speechless. The other boy looked away, shifting his weight from one foot to the other in uncomfortable silence. Regardless, he still managed to pull off the apathetic facade. For Will, his brain functioned like a pending webpage. Metaphorically speaking, he was slower than Internet Explorer on a good day. Nico, having had enough of the lack of conversation, began to walk away, but was jerked back by a hand clasping his shoulder.

"I agree to your terms." Will said, words tumbling out before he could process them. Was he going to risk an eternity of Hell just to pass a class? Apparently the answer is yes. A look of surprise flickered across Nico's eyes before he eased back into his cocky conduct. "But this will stay a secret between us. If my dad finds out, he'll put me in counseling for months. He won't care that it's pretend." The teen said, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

"Don't worry, babe. I'll protect our secret." He said, throwing an arm around Will's shoulder, his touch caused Will to tense.

"That includes no PDA." Will said, muscles rigid.

"What are you talking about? This is totally a platonic bro hug." The Italian defended, the two began walking down the steps and towards the student parking lot. Nico lead him to a sleek black sports car, which stood out from the surrounding old pickup trucks and minivans like a sore thumb. Of course it belonged to the new kid, who else would blow off their money on something so blatantly expensive?

"You own a sports car?" Will said, although it came out more of a statement. "Seriously, how rich is your family?" Will asked as Nico popped open the trunk so they could toss their bags in it. Nico shrugged.

"Rich enough to afford a sports car." He answered vaguely.

"What are their jobs?" Will pushed, getting into the passenger seat. Around here, everyone knew everyone, and as far as Will knew, the mother just shopped and the father rarely left the house.

"I don't see how talking about my parents make an interesting conversation." Nico said, becoming visibly unhappy as he turned on the ignition, it began to growl to life. Will realized he was touching a sensitive subject, so he decided to look into it later.

"Where are you taking me?" He was becoming wary. His imagination began to race, all sorts of scenarios came across his mind and none of them were pleasant.

"We're going on our first date." Nico said it as though it were obvious. Will was amazed at how straightforward the Italian was being.

"Already?" Will asked, feeling unprepared. Even though it was an act, he couldn't help but fight the fluttering in his stomach. He wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but he wanted to get the two weeks over with as quickly as possible.

"Technically it isn't a date, considering we still have the doll, but I have nowhere to be at the moment, so we might as well organize days on who watches over it and whatever. Starbucks sound good to you?" He asked as he tore out of the school zone.

"Yeah, that's fine." He said, his nerves settling. He sat in his seat stiffly, almost certain that he would break something if he so much as breathed the wrong way.

"So you drive to school or what?" Nico inquired.

"I walk. My home isn't that far from the school." Will said, unsure why Nico would want to know his routine. Nico must've picked up on his wariness because he began to explain himself.

"I was just making sure you weren't making someone wait on you or if I needed to drop you off at the the school parking lot afterwards." Will couldn't help but be touched. Was Nico actually being considerate of another human being? He must be dreaming. That was the most plausible explanation.

"Everything is fine. Thanks for asking, though." He replied, suppressing a pleased grin. The drive wasn't too long, the cafe was only several blocks away. With a reckless jerk of the wheel, Nico parked with perfect precision. When they walked inside, it was an odd image. The preacher's kid hanging out with the caliginous Italian while holding a doll was taken by surprise, causing a few people to stare. Will swallowed the lump forming in his throat and followed his partner to order.

Nico scrutinized the menu, eyes lingering on the list of pastries while the blond already knew what he wanted. Around this time of year, winter was approaching and the more seasonal beverages were making an appearance. "I'll have a tall pumpkin spice, please." He ordered, not bothering to tell the worker, Piper, his name. They already knew each other from school and even then he would've known her because she was in the church's choir.

"Sure thing, Will. Would that be all?" She asked, eyes darting towards the boy in black warily. He could read her expression and it read, blink twice if you're being held against your will. The blond gave her a small smile to assure her everything was fine.

"Yeah, that's it for me. I dunno about Nico though," he said, glancing at his partner. The boy in question realized the attention was on him and he snapped out of his indecisive stupor.

"I'll have a cinnamon roll and a tall vanilla latte."

"It'll be ready in just a moment." She said, excusing herself.

"Pumpkin spice? That's pretty girly if you ask me." Nico said as they sat down with their orders.

"Well I didn't ask you, so kindly screw off. Secondly, that's pretty hypocritical considering you ordered a vanilla latte. That sounds like something only a guy from some adolescent girl's cliche fanfiction would order." Will shot back.

"Touche," Nico amended, cutting into his cinnamon roll with a fork and knife. "So what should we name it?"

"Excuse me?" Will raised an eyebrow.

"The chunk of plastic you're cradling so lovingly," he snarked, pointing at the doll with his knife, "what should we name it?" Will looked down to realize he was holding it as though it were a sentient being.

"Considering it's in pink clothes, we'll say it's a girl," the blond concluded, "how about Mabel?" Nico made a face.

"That sounds like an old lady's name. I'm gonna have to veto that." He dismissed the suggestion.

"Brittney?"

"Too pretentious." Nico shook his head. Will shot the raven haired boy a glare that said are-you-kidding-me.

"I thought you didn't care about what we named it," the blond griped. Strangely, Nico went from indifferent to interested in a matter of minutes. Not too long ago, he would have left Will stranded with the responsibility.

"Well if you're going to force me into participating, I might as well make it as hard on you as possible." He defended himself. Not wanting to argue, Will decided to let it slide.

"What do you suggest, then? I pass the proverbial baton to you, I'd like to see you come up with the perfect name on the spot." Will snarked. Nico stared deeply into his hands, thinking for a moment before lifting his gaze.

"Bianca. I want to name her Bianca." Will was about to shoot it down when he saw a peculiar shift in Nico's behavior. His shoulders were stiff and his hands were clasped tightly. If Will hadn't caught these key differences, he wouldn't have been able to guess something was wrong. Despite not liking his partner, he wasn't a big enough prick to deny Nico this. Besides, if he develops an attachment to the doll, it could make caring for it easier.

"It's a pretty name." Will admitted out loud, noticing Nico's shoulders release a fraction of tension. "Why that name though?" He asked, crossing his fingers that he wasn't overstepping an unspoken boundary.

"Like you said. It sounds pretty." Nico said, clearly not wanting to discuss it. Will decided it was best not to push the subject. Whoever inspired him to choose the name Bianca played a pretty personal role in his life.

"I guess since we're "married", we should get to know each other better." Will said, making eye contact with the other briefly before looking away. A wave of embarrassment radiated off of the blond, internally berating himself for even thinking that sentence.

"What would you like to know?" Nico lent forward, arms crossed on top of the shared table.

"What music do you listen to?" He asked the first topic that came to mind.

"Anything loud and fast," the other stated,"like Nirvana, Metallica, and Skrillex. Those are just the American examples, though." That didn't come as much of a surprise to Will, considering Nico dressed as though he was stuck in his rebellious teen phase everyday. He couldn't suppress the knowing grin that somehow formed without his permission. Nico raised an eyebrow.

"What's with that look on your face? Did I say something funny?" He questioned, either self conscious or angry, Will couldn't tell.

"No, it's just that I don't know why I would expect anything different from you." He admitted, his grin becoming sheepish.

"I guess I can see why you would think that. Now onto you, before you tell me, let me guess. You listen to country and gospel." Nico stated, confident in his prediction.

"Actually, you're partially right. I listen to gospel on Sundays and country isn't a favorite, but I like it. I'm a fan of musicals, mainly. Name one Disney song and I'm sure to know all the lyrics." Usually people, especially people of the masculine gender, would be reluctant to admit they were a Disney fan. Will definitely wasn't one of those people. He took pride in knowing all the words to Let It Go so shut up.

"That's even worse," Nico said, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. You can enjoy your angst-y music all you want, I won't judge." Will said, waving his hand in a go-ahead gesture. "It's your turn to ask a question." Nico looked perplexed, not prepared with a question.

"I don't know- um, do you have allergies?" Nico asked awkwardly.

"Only to bees. It's redundant, considering I like the outside so much." Will said, resting his head in the palm of his hand. "What about you?"

"Nothing I know of. I guess eating new foods is a lot like a lethal game of roulette." Nico said, shrugging.

"My turn to ask a question," Will said, already having one in mind. "What's your family like?"

"Why would you want to know that? This is only the first date, don't you think you're pushing it a little?" Nico said, bringing his crossed arms closer to his body.

"If you want to get technical, you're my husband for the next two weeks. Don't talk to me about pushing anything." Will joked.

"If you really want to know, it'll cost you." Nico warned.

"Name your price." Will said, becoming more interested in the boy than ever.

"A kiss." He smirked. The blond was momentarily taken aback. He had already agreed to treating Nico as though he were his husband, but it still felt too unreal. He could already hear his father's voice chastising him about the sin of homosexuality.

"Fine, but not here. There are too many people around." He said quietly so that no one could hear.

"I'm trusting you're a man of your word, Solace." Nico joked half heartedly. "All that you need to know is my mother and sister died about five years ago. Two years later, Dad was seeing another woman named Marie Levesque who already had a daughter, Hazel. They got married, and not too long after Marie died. Dad needed a fresh start, so we moved here where I have a cousin in the next town over." Nico was wringing his hands, eyes concentrated on them as though they held a precious secret. "So yeah, that's my family," he concluded bitterly.

"That's. . ." Will couldn't find the words, "that's deep. I'm sorry."

"Sorry won't bring them back." Nico snapped, hands curling into fists. His words came out harsher than they intended, causing Will to flinch in guilt. Nico, noticing the thick tension, looked up and tried to amend it. "But that's all water under the bridge now. It's not healthy to dwell on the past." Will gave a solemn nod.

"My mother, she. . ." Will licked his lips, trying to gather his words, "she abandoned me and my dad when I was four. I guess she felt oppressed. She didn't want to settle down and Dad wanted a safe small town for me. She stopped sending postcards when I was thirteen." His throat felt constricted. Everyone in town knew his family's story, Nico would have found out sooner or later.

"Fate is really shitty that way." Nico mumbled, looking into into his cup with a faraway look in his eyes. There was no 'I'm sorry' like Will often got, like what he had told Nico. It was the blunt and ugly truth.

"I really didn't mean to turn this into a pity party," Will smiled wryly. He wasn't expecting Nico to have such a depressing back story, and he certainly wasn't planning on telling his. He wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting, but after eliciting something so personal from the other boy, he felt obliged to say something.

"It's not an ideal first date, but the next one will be better." Nico promised, lightening the mood.

"Right, our completely fake relationship." Will said, putting emphasis on fake. He felt uncomfortable pretending to have any romantic affairs with the same gender. But that wasn't the real issue. What made Will sick was that he wasn't completely opposed to it. It was suppose to be wrong, wrong, wrong. But he still found himself going along with it.

"So who takes Bianca home first?" Will asked, glancing at the doll who in turn stared up at him with glassy eyes. It was rather creepy, actually.

"It doesn't matter to me. We'll just trade her off after school and during the weekends," he said. "I'm going to need your number though." Will nodded, ignoring the odd feeling in his stomach. He searched for a paper and pen, but was stopped when his bicep was prodded. He looked up to see Nico holding a pen out to him.

"You can write it on my hand, I don't mind." He offered. Wordlessly, Will took the others' hand in his. Nico's hand was cold to the touch and slim, long enough to be described as the hands of a pianist. It made Will wonder if the other could play any instruments, and how little he knew about the new kid.

He tried being quick about it, but pens were sharp and this particular one was almost out of ink, so he had to press down for the numbers to be legible. He caught Nico wince and take a sharp breath, causing the blond to apologize sincerely. When Will was done, Nico retracted his hand. The blond almost missed having it in his embrace. Almost.

"I'll call you sometime tonight," Nico said, sitting back on his side of the booth. An awkward silence settled between the two as they focused on their drinks. Will began thinking up different ways he could start up a conversation. Usually he was a great conversationalist, but Nico made his stomach coil in ways he couldn't appropriately describe. It was a foreign feeling, but he labeled it something akin to contempt. Now that he was playing the role as the other boy's wife, the feeling began to grow considerably bigger.

"We should ask each other one question everyday," Will suggested, "that way we can get to know each other better."

"I like that idea. I-" Nico couldn't finish his sentence because his phone buzzed to life with a text. "I'm sorry, but I forgot I had to do something tonight. Would you like me to drive you home?"

"If you don't mind." Will said, gathering his things. "If you don't mind my asking, what is the 'something' you're doing tonight?"

"That's confidential, sorry." Nico smirked, seeing Will's look of mock disappointment.

"Alright, I can live with that. It's not like couples keep secrets from each other or anything." Will said, shrugging as though he didn't care to know.

"Maybe I'll tell you about it later." Nico said as an afterthought when they left the building. Will gave his partner directions to his house, wondering briefly if it were dangerous to let him know where he lived. He shook the thought out of his head when the car lurched to a stop in front of a familiar house. It was painted an obnoxious yellow, a sun decoration on the mailbox, and a cross on the door.

"Thank you for taking me home," Will cut through the silence, reaching for the door handle. He had a foot out the door before Nico grabbed Will's wrist.

"You're forgetting something," He chided, a slight upturn in his lips. It took the blond a moment before he understood what the other was inclining.

"Oh. Oh, yeah," Will nervously leaned back into the car and sat uncomfortably. Was he supposed to initiate the kiss? Taking a deep breath, he moved towards the other boy until eventually he was close enough to close his eyes. Maybe if he used his imagination, he could pretend he wasn't committing a huge sin in front of his father's house and instead kissing a girl, a girl with raven hair and deep eyes.

The kiss was best described as short and chaste. Instead of finding plump lips as he imagined the fantasy girl to have, it was thin and dry, yet warm. There was no open mouths, no groans, and no pulling away with a pop. For a total of five seconds they made contact before Nico was surprisingly the first to pull away.

"I'll call you later tonight, babe." He smirked. Will, originally speechless, found his voice before scowling.

"Pet names better not be a reoccurring thing."

"Of course not, sugar." Nico teased before Will shut the car door and gathered his bag from the trunk. He noted that Nico didn't drive off until he had opened the door to his house, like how a man would after dropping off their date.

"I'm home." He called out, allowing his bag to slip off his shoulder and onto the floor. He kicked off his shoes and sat the doll on his couch before shuffling to the kitchen. After pouring himself a glass of iced tea, he made himself comfortable on the couch with the doll in his lap and the TV remote in hand. He flipped through channel after channel until choosing a show that documented crazy events that happen in an ER.

Normally he would work on homework, but luckily he wasn't assigned any for the weekend. For now, it was just him, the TV, and Bianca. His father was out God knows where, most probably preaching to a room full of homicidal prisoners. Yes, Will loved his father and admired his father's desire to better the world, but sometimes he could get a little overbearing.

Later that afternoon, Will's father, Apollo, came home with Chinese takeout. The two of them ate in the dining room, which was really just a table with two chairs in a secluded part of the kitchen. The third chair was thrown out a long time ago, before Will's dad swore off alcohol and had thrown the chair into the backyard in a fit of rage and other feelings of turmoil.

"From what I've heard, you made yourself a new friend today." Apollo said after blessing the food.

"Hm? Oh, you mean Nico." Will said, pausing his fork halfway from reaching his mouth. The first thing to learn about small towns is that news travels fast. For example, the wife of a farmer was given a speeding ticket on her way home. The cop had told the farmer's brother, who in turn called to tell the farmer before the wife made it to the house. Everyone in town was a gossiping snitch.

"Yes, that young Italian boy. It's so nice to hear you're making friends with him despite your differences. You should invite him to church sometime." He said, smiling proudly at his son.

"I'll ask him, but I won't promise you he'll say yes." Will admitted, pushing the fried noodles around the container. If Nico wanted to go to church, he would've gone by this point. Occasionally he would see Hazel, but that was about it.

"Nothing wrong with trying." Apollo said. A comfortable silence fell between the two as they finished their meal.

That night, as Nico had promised, Will got a call. They arranged to meet at the local movie theater to watch a horror comedy. Will wasn't entirely sure what it was called, but he was willing to see it so long as it wasn't a jump scare; he could handle blood and gore. It wasn't long after until he received a text from his friend, Lou Ellen.

Lou Ellen 8:42 PM - wats up with u and nico all of a sudden

You 8:42 PM - nothing is up, we just went out to talk about who was going to take care of the doll for ms patterson s class

You 8:43 PM- its not like i chose to be his partner

Lou Ellen 8:43 PM - i dunno there r rumors already spreading about u 2

You 8:44 PM - really? there is nothing to gossip about. what are people saying?

Lou Ellen 8:45 PM - just that u keep looking at him all the time. and then there s the whole him talking about gay relationships in class

Lou Ellen 8:46 PM- Not that i have any problem with gay ppl or anything. it just makes ppl talk and i was wondering if u were keeping anything from me

Lou Ellen 8:46 PM- but that s silly bcause u tell me everything

Will wasn't sure what to do at this point. It hasn't even been 24 hours and amazingly there was already presumptions about his "relationship" with the new kid. He was tempted to text Nico to say he's given up on the deal, that he wanted to cut the ties with him now before things escalated too quickly. The deal was for two weeks and it's only been about 6 hours.

On the other hand, if they were careful about meeting up, it would cause less suspicion. That means arriving to meet at different times and no more glaring at the back of Nico's head. Who knew looking at someone for an excessive amount of time could be taken as admiration? Will took a moment to evaluate himself. Does he really like girls? They're pretty and they tend to smell nicer than boys. Would he screw a girl? The notion didn't make him uncomfortable, so that's a yes.

Then Will began to evaluate his opinions on boys. Does he like them? Well, he never fantasized about them, but he did have a few wet dreams over some famous male actors and a classmate of his. Was there merit in that? He had originally wrote it off as his mind being really twisted and never spoke to anyone about it. Would he screw a guy? Probably not, but Nico made Will feel like there was some sort of exception. There was something about his thick accent and flawless olive skin that was really attractive.

The biggest question at the moment remained. Should he tell Lou Ellen? Considering he trusted her with his life at this point in life, he'd say yeah, yeah he should. The problem was, he was already coming to terms with his sexuality and it would be even tougher admitting it to someone else. He kept typing and erasing, unable to bring himself to press send or find the correct words.

You 8:51 PM - i need to tell you something but not now. meet you at the yogurt shop tomorrow at 10?

Lou Ellen 8:52 PM - should i be worried?

You 8:52 PM - no everything is fine

Lou Ellen 8:53 PM- kk see u then :]

Will set his phone on his nightstand and buried his face in his hands. Everything from today came crashing into him like a wave. Guilt wormed its way into his stomach as he thought of his father. What would his dad say? He won't say anything because he won't find out. Everything is fine.

(Author's Note: I enjoy this ship so much! Ah, I've been dying to find a story with a preachers kid!Will and bad boy!Nico or vice versa, but I haven't found any so far. So I decided to write one myself, but the issue is that I'm not really committed to writing. This took me two months to create and that's really sad, actually. I don't plan on continuing this mainly because it takes forever and it takes time for me to develop something that I deem half way decent enough to publish. So if anyone wants to take this idea and run with it, please do it and notify me so that I may read it. If there is already a story like this, I would be really grateful if you sent me a link or title of it and I will love you forever,

Thank you)