'ELLO, 'ElLO. I'm back! (although I'm pretty sure nobody really cares lol) Have this chapter for nowww.

Dedicated to, Astha, WHO FREAKING LISTENED TO HAMILTON FOR ME, you're the best.

"Solace, come out come out, wherever you are." 7 Year old Will Solace was crouched behind a bush, his hands pressed against his mouth, trying hard not to giggle. The voice suddenly quiet, and Will lowered his hands. Suddenly a hand landed on his shoulder. "Found you!!" Will let out a laugh he was holding in, and he fell to the ground dramatically, acting like he had just been shot.

6 year old Nico di Angelo smiled from above him, "Your turn to be the seeker now!" He exclaimed, smiling and showing a gap in his front teeth. Will thought he looked adorable.

Will grinned and sat up, wrapping his arms around Nico's thin waist, lifting the younger boy up and over his head. "Willll, let me downn" Nico groaned playfully, trying to stifle his laughter. Will twirled Nico around, once, twice, three times, before Will lost his grip and they both collapsed into a pile. In that one moment, they were just two boys. Two ordinary boys without a care in the world.

13 years later

They were at Pride, Will's 3rd Pride in a row. It was Nico's first. The people were there, the reporters were there, the paparazzi were there. It was all so overwhelming. Will straightened his tie, uncomfortable. He looked at Nico, who was sitting next to him, his eyes scanning over the crowds. "Maybe we should go home, Neeks. We can come back next year." Will said, desperate to leave this chaotic environment. Nico wasn't listening. "OHMYGODS, WILL. THIS. IS. AWESOME." And without listening to Will's protests, Nico grabbed Will's hand and pulled him out of the limousine.

The second Will's foot hit the ground, the reporters swarmed them like a bunch of flies, looking for some dirt they could dig up. Lights flashed.

A dude thrust his microphone into Will's face, "Mr. Solace, over here! How does it feel to hold record of the most Grammy award winner in the United States?"

"Mr. Solace, what is your inspiration for your songs?"

"Mr. Solace, are you currently in a relationship with anyone at the moment?"

NIco scowled at the last one, his cheerful demeanour gone. "Why are you asking him that??? I'm right here."

The reporters stared at him for a minute, then focused back to Will.

"Mr. Solace, some fans want to know if the rumours about your sexuality are true, can you confirm?"

"Mr. Solace, are the rumours about your father's impending divorce to your mother true?"

"Mr. Solace-"

"MR. SOLACE WANTS AN ICECREAM, so if you don't mind, please MOVE and let me buy one for him. Pretty sure you don't want the famous Will Solace to die of hunger, do you?"

All eyes turned to Nico, who had climbed on top of the car (somehow) and was shouting at the paparazzi.

He then turned, jumped off, grabbed Will by the ear, and stormed away.

Once they were hiding in an alley, away from everyone else, Nico let Will's ear go.

"I'm sick, I can't eat cold stuff" Will mumbled, rubbing his red ear.

Nico shrugged and leaned against the wall cooly. "It made them stop, didn't it?"

Will grinned "You're awesome"

Nico rolled his eyes playfully. "I know I know, no need to tell me again."

"Wowwww, so modest"

NIco laughed and nudged Will's arm.

Then they heard gunshots behind them.

"Must be the assassinators again" Nico said, brushing off the dust from his jacket.

Will held out an arm, "Lets leave that to the guards and get home. Shall we?"

Smiling, Nico took it.

I was going to stop it here at first, but then I thought to myself "Where's the ANGST??" so... you guys get little something extra just because y'all are awesome ;)

A few hours after they got back from Pride, Will heard glass breaking. Nico was sleeping on the couch downstairs, and Will was in the kitchen, helping himself to some cocoa puffs.

"Nico, everything okay?" He called out.

NIco didn't answer.

Will grabbed his cereal bowl and walked into the living room. "Neeks, I swear if you are playing with the lightsaber again and accidentally broke on of the windows I will-"

He dropped the cereal bowl.

A figure was standing above Nico, and Will looked, helpless as NIco's bruised and bloody body dropped down in front of him, his eyes cold, glassy, and lifeless. His blood, turning their carpet red.

The figure smiled cruelly. 'You're next"

Will bolted, slipping slightly over the spilled milk. He thundered up the stairs, the images of Nico choking in his own pool of blood making him gag. Wrenching the door open with newfound strength, he stumbled into the bedroom. The sweet smell of Nico's cologne intoxicated him, making his vision go foggy.

Footsteps were coming up the stairs, each one slow and deliberate, like they knew that there was no way Will would survive, the only thing he was doing right now was delaying his death. Will drove into the closet. Their closet, and he buried his face in Nico's shirts. He heard the door creak open.

"Solace, come out come out, wherever you are"

He was breathing heavily now. Through the small gap in the closet he saw a pair of black shoes searching around the room, pausing only to grab a few of Nico's and his's pictures and throw them to the floor, the frames breaking.

He kept still, silent tears streaming down his face. He pressed both of his hands to his mouth, Nico's bloodstained face still haunting his memories.

Suddenly the closet door was pulled open, and he suddenly found himself staring into a barrel of a gun "Found you."

Sooooo..... how y'all feeling? for those who think "THATS TOO MUCh DAM ANGST for anyone to understand" don't worry, fluff will be given soon.... maybe