Solangelo Alphabet

Q-Quiver

Will's P.O.V.

    I sighed. My boyfriend would never get this right.
    Yes, I love him. But he is hopeless with a bow and arrow.
    I have to be patient. He isn't the one blessed with archery skills. I am. It's okay, I thought.
    Nico fumbled to put an arrow in the bow. It shot out of the bow and planted itself right next to my foot.
    I sighed. This was not working. At all.
    Nico licked his lips and closed his eyes in deep concentration. I could see how hard he was trying.
    But my ADHD wasn't allowing it.
    I started tapping my foot. My patience wore thin.
    "Okay!" I yelled as for the fifth time Nico shot it wrong. "Okay, I'm done."
    I put the remaining arrows in my quiver and Nico's face melted.
    "Will," Nico said softly. "Please let me try one more time. Please."
    I felt guilty. I couldn't get mad at my boyfriend for something he couldn't do.
    "I'm sorry sweetie," I whispered, kissing Nico's forehead. "Let's try again."
    I pulled an arrow out of my quiver. Okay.
    Nico smiled and he pulled the arrow in a perfect formation and shot it.
    Bullseye.
    I squealed and threw my arms around my boyfriend. 
    "I knew you could do it," I smiled, stoking his raven hair.
    "Yeah, sure," Nico laughed, pulling out of the embrace to punch me.