Will went to talk to Chiron, and and after about an hour of tense negotiations, came back to take them off.
"Finally! I haven't been able to move in, like, two days!"
"It was three, death boy."
"Don't call me that, sunshine."
"Sure Neeks."
"Not that either!"
He came around to the other side of the bed to help me up. Of course, since I had not moved in the last three days, I collapsed into Will's arms. "Are you falling for me, death boy?" I am sure my face turned bright red at that. "Oh, I'm sorry Neeks, I know you don't like that kind of stuff."
"It's fine, really, I'm just tired."
He nodded and sat down on the bed next to mine. I climbed up next to him and put my head on his chest. He sighed contentedly and whispered, "I love you Nico."
"anch'io ti amo"
"Can you teach me Italian, please?"
"Nope."
"But I want to know what you are saying!"
"And I DONT want you to know because you would wash my mouth out with soap!"
"Nico! What have you been saying to me?"
"Ohhhh, nothing. Just some light insults, luce del sole ragazzo."
"What does that mean?"
"You don't want to know."
"Nico!"
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General FictionHi! This is my first book, but I've spent months on it, so it should be good. It's rated mature because of self-harm, suicide references and attempts, language, eating disorders and just overall 12+ content. Thanks for Reading!!!
