Dont worryyyyyyy. It's not angsty. Y'all are thinking "FINALLY", right???

Will POV

I looked like shit and anyone who had working eyesight could see that. I didn't asked to be dragged out of bed at 2am in the morning due to a bomb threat and I was disgruntled to say the least.

There wasn't even time for me to change into more suitable clothes and that led to me standing in my yellow pjs being interviewed by the press.

I haven't stressed it enough over the last few years but I hated the press. Even more than binders, and that was saying something.

I glanced over to my dad, but he was blocked by the horde of zombies- sorry, paparazzi- that huddled around him.

I turned my head and smacked into a microphone in front of my face. I mean, I kinda had it coming but yeah, still hurt like hell.

Suddenly, I was staring into brilliant brown eyes and the world stopped moving.

Nico's POV

DNDNDJFJDJFJKKFKFF

I CANNOT BELIEVE I'M HERE.

I screamed into the pillow again.

William Andrew fucking Solace.

17 years old, First son of the United States.

Long blond hair, bright blue eyes, tan skin, and lips which I just wanted to slam into mine and-

Someone knocked on the door.

"Nico?"

I sat up instantly, my head banging on the van's roof.

Maria stared at me through the window and gestured for me to come outside.

I threw up the middle finger at her and she mouthed "smartass"

I grinned, grabbed my equipment and stepped out eagerly. Today was the day. My day.

"Having fun with your boy fantasies?"

I groaned at my mom. "Shut up, and just come on"

She grinned like an evil villain and trailed after me as I followed the group of reporters, eager to get their hands on new information.

I checked the microphone in my hand to make sure that I had put in the batteries and adjusted my hat.

My mom laughed and knocked it askew.

"You look like you're going on a date"

I flushed red. I had no intention of discussing my love life with my mom.

"It's a potential bombing meant for the First family mom, take this seriously.

She wasn't deterred and sniffed the air.

"Says the guy wearing cologne, did you steal this from dad? LE GASP (yes, she actually said 'le gasp' my mom is weird like that) ARE YOU GOING TO KISS THE WILLIAM KID?"

I was probably as red as a tomato now and wanted to disappear. "NO. SHUT UP"

Mom smirked.

One middle finger in her face- wait scratch that- TWO middle fingers. AHA.

Then I saw him.

He was nothing like on TV.

Disheveled blond hair, blue misty eyes like he had just woken up, and... yellow pajamas with small sun patterned emojis.

Somehow, that made me fall for him even more. Which was stupid, since he didn't even know my name, but whatever. This was my chance.

I rushed forward, tripped and fell face first into him. I looked up, and was terrified when my microphone had smashed into his face. Our eyes met, and suddenly, everything stopped.

Will POV

When I say the world stopped moving, I meant that quite literally. The chatter stopped, as if it was never there in the first place. Even the wind had stopped blowing. It was like someone had pressed pause on the world. The guy staring back at me was also shocked, his eyes darting back and forth.

Wait

HE WAS MOVING.

YAY.

Wait. What in the holy fuck.

"What the fuck just happened?? Is this a prank?? And who are you??" I demanded answers he probably couldn't give but it was still worth a shot.

"Who are you, oh who is this kid and what's he gonna do?"

Silence.

Crickets.

He grinned nervously, twiddling his hands in the most adorable way.

"Hamilton?" He asked nervously.

I wracked my brain. After dad had won the election, he had forced me to research all important characters in history, for what reasons, I still had no idea.

"Uhm, treasury secretary of George Washington, married John Laurens, killed in a duel by Aaron Burr?"

He nodded enthusiastically, his head bobbing up and down like one of those cute- I was getting off track. ADHD does that to you.

"It's a musical, it's not important" he said, trying to brush it off.

"Nono, pull up Spotify"

He looked around at the paparazzi still frozen around us.

"Right now?"

I gave him a duh look and smiled. "I don't see why not."

~~~2hrs and thirty minutes later~~~

Will POV
"So you mean to say that you wasted around 300 dollars for a virtual reality experience where you could choose your characters and events happening and you spent 2 hours and 30 minutes listening to Hamilton??"

Nico snorted. "Incorrect. Hamilton is two hours and forty-five minutes long and we danced too."

Hades rolled his eyes, "of course you did."

My boyfriend squeezed my hand and gave me a wink.

"We should do it again sometime, I had fun."