The next Sunday, Will wakes up at 5:00, shuffles into the bathroom, and gets dressed. At 5:30, he hears a knock on his apartment door. He opens it to the (not entirely unwelcome) sight of Nico in his doorway again, white paper bag in hand.
It becomes a routine. On the first few Sundays, Nico is quiet, no matter how many questions Will bombards him with. Luckily, none of them trip and fall on their faces (again!) and they eat in silence as they walk to the subway.
One day, frustrated with the silence, Will blurted out, "That's it. You are going to talk to me, godammit! Doctor's orders!" Nico's eyes widen in shock before he lets out the smallest of smiles. "Doctor's orders?" He grinned.
After two weeks, Nico knows about Will's family, his dancing, and the fact that he's absolutely horrible at singing. But the minute Will prods him with an innocent question, Nico redirects it back at him.
At least he's talking.
The routine goes like that for three months. Then, one Sunday, Piper tags along.
"So, you're the guy who's managed to catch our little Ghost King." She commented, eyebrows raised.
After a moment of stuttering and a few death glares from Nico that mean,No, Pipes, we are NOT together, Piper lays off, but when Nico is buying the tickets, she pulled Will down to her height and whispered, "You hurt him, and you'll have me and the rest of the gangs to deal with."
She lets Will go and gives him a sweet smile. After that, Piper tags along almost every Sunday, snagging a piece of blueberry muffin or waffle from either him or Nico. Nico seems more comfortable with her, and conversation flows more easily; even though all they talk about are performing schedules.
On the one day she isn't with them, Will finally gets to ask what's been bothering him for a while. "Nico, who are the gangs?" He asks. Nico shot him an assessing look.
"You'll see." He finally says.
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Next Wednesday, Will woke up to the sound of his doorbell ringing.
"Nico?" He exclaimed, surprised. The boy on his doorstep is panting, out of breath, cheeks flushed, violin slung over his back. The only thing that stops him from inviting the guy in is the next sentence.
"C'mon. The gangs are going to battle." Nico said, a jubilant grin in his face. He extends a hand, and Will grabs it, with no idea what he's going to witness.
He just knows that this is an absolutely mad, irrational urge to get to know more about the boy that's dragging him down the subway steps, the smile on his face bright enough to compete with the sun.
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A/N: sorry it's a bit short! There's been exams, extra classes, and, uh, boy trouble. Eep.
Anyways, if you have any songs you'd like to be featured in this fanfic, please comment, and I'll see what I can do! I'd appreciate some criticism as well! :)
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FanfictionHe was staring back. "Midnight," Will whispered. The boy's eyes were as black as the night sky. ○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ Nico didn't notice as he stared into the studio. Because the boy was staring at him. "Blue." He whispered. As blue as the sky above th...
