《Solangelo oneshots》When the lights went out
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Another school, another place where people would feel sorry for me. I picked up my timetable at the reception and go to my new class. After looking for the right room for 10 minutes I finally entered my physics class. I was stared at by all my classmates, partly because I got lost and 10 minutes late, and partly because of my beach shorts and tan in this super rainy weather. When teacher asked me to introduce myself I kept it as simple as possible.
'Hey I'm Will Solace. I moved to New York from Miami so that's why I look so tan.'
The teacher clearly wasn't pleased by my introduction but silently appointed me to my seat. Next to me was a kid with Raven black hair, an pale olive complexion and ,when he turned his head to introduce himself, I saw his chocolate brown eyes with thick, full lashes. He was clearly smaller then me but almost everyone in the known universe is since I'm pretty tall. But even when you didn't compare him to me he was small, not only in length but also his frame was tiny and looked like he could easily be broken. Then he said: 'Hey Will, I'm Nico Di Angelo I hope you won't die from boredom at this school.' I smiled:' Hey and it can't be that bad.' Then the teacher asked for attention and the lesson started.
Little did I know that a certain Angel would make it very exciting.
Throughout the lesson I occasionally looked at Will. Well okay I paid more attention to Will then to the lesson, so when the teacher put a burner and some other materials I had no clue what to do.
Will was my counterpart if it came to appearance. I had untidy, straight, Raven black hair whereas Will had golden curls that lay neatly on his head. His tan skin made me look paler then I already was. He had sky blue eyes, a lot of freckles and a soft shade of pink lips.
'Do you know what we have to do.' I asked Will and he answered, clearly amused by my dumbfound expression: 'We have to measure the temperature of the water as it is heating up until boiling point. Every 30 seconds we measure the temperature and we have to do that for 3 minutes. Then we turn of the water and try to calculate how much time it takes to warm the water from starting temperature to 375 K.'
After an hour of experimenting with a temperature practical,(I hate double hours) the teacher stared to tell us about a project that we were going to do in pairs. For several days of 24 hours under different circumstances we had to see how much water we used and determine what caused major differences. 'I'm pairing boy + boy and girl + girl for obvious reasons and because it might be nice to see if there are differences between the couples. Reading out names now.' Jason leaned towards me and whispered:' I hope I'm in a group with you. That would be cool.'
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'Percy Jackson and Frank Zhang, Annabeth Chase and Piper Mclean, Leo Valdez and Jason Grace, Hazel Levesque and Reyna Ramirez-Arellano, Connor and Travis Stoll, Lou Ellen and Katie Gardener, Will Solace and Nico Di Angelo,'
I didn't listen to the rest of the list as I turned to smile at Will friendly. The bell rang and Will asked me were room 207 was. I quickly glanced at my own timetable and saw that I had to be there too. 'I've got the same class, philosophy, and I'll show you.'
'I've got the same class, philosophy, and I'll show you.' Nico didn't even know my story and was still kind to me. I was starting to dread the school a little less. Suddenly Nico was hugged by a girl with brown curls. I looked at him questionably and he answered my unspoken question:' This is Hazel my stepsister, she hugged me because she does that every morning to greet me but this morning I escaped but she always seems to catch me somehow.' 'You sound like you don't like hugs, who doesn't like hugs?' 'Well I don't like them that much but I accept them from Hazel, Reyna and Jason.' 'Reyna, is that your girlfriend.' 'Neh I don't have girlfriends.' I wondered what he meant by that. He had said it like he NEVER had a girlfriend.
*time skip to after school*
After school was over, Nico and I walked home. It turned out we lived a few streets apart, although Nico didn't know exactly where I lived. If he knew, he would know my story.
Since I had enrolled in school in the middle of the year, spring breaks was next week. Nico and I were going to work on our project that week at his place since his dad would be on a business trip all week. Hazel was apparently going on a vacation with some of her friends.
*Time skip to the Monday of spring break*
With a bag full of clothes I was standing at Nico's door and rang the bell. After 2 minutes, a lot of stumbling and muffled cussing the door was opened and there was Nico, shirtless and wearing black pyjama pants with... skulls on them. He looked at me through sleepy eyes and said:' What the hell are you doing he.. Wait shit is it 12 already? My alarm didn't ring and I'm home alone. I'm sorry.'
The rest of his words got lost in my laugh because of the way he looked and his rambling, that was just funny.
holidays, the one moment when you don't have to get up extremely early for school and can stay in bed all day. I turned around one more time to fall back to sleep, when the bell rang. 'Who is at the door so freaking early?' With a little bit of struggle (read as with a lot of struggling, cursing and walking into things) I managed to unlock the door. Will was standing on the front steps, and I suddenly realised that I wasn't wearing a shirt and my skull pyjamas and my hair probably looked like a birds nest. I said, embarrassed: ' What the hell are you doing he.. Wait shit is it 12 already? My alarm didn't ring and I'm home alone. I'm sorry.' He started laughing and I started seeing the fun in it too.
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Before I could prevent it Will was attacked by my dog Mrs. O'Leary. I shut the door and looked at Will ready to apologise for my extremely large dog, but I didn't have to. Will was lying on the floor and scratched the black dog on the head smiling. 'I'm going to change real quick and take a shower. Make yourself at home. I'll be back asap.' 'Before you take a shower you have to write down the number that's currently on the water meter because the experiment has started.' Will's comment came just in time as I came past the cupboard where the water meter was located. I checked it. The plumber had replaced it only a week ago so it was on 1364 litres. I wrote it down, grabbed clean jeans and a shirt without really looking and went into the bathroom.
After turning on the shower and waiting for the water to get warm I got inside and started my routine. Normally I had 10 minutes of actually washing myself and 50 to 60 minutes of thinking and singing until I looked like a grandpa, as wrinkly as I was. I tried not to take too long but soon I was swept into the relaxing stream of water. Without even realising it, I started singing Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy which I had listened to yesterday.
'When Rome's in ruins
We are the lions
Free of the coliseums
In poisoned places
We are anti-venom
We're the beginning of the end
Tonight
The foxes hunt the hounds
It's all over now
Before it has begun
And we've already won
We are wild
We are like young volcanoes
We are wild
Americana exotica
Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby? Yeah
Come on make it easy
Say I never mattered
Run it up the flagpole
We will teach you
How to make
Boys next door
Out of assholes'
'Tonight
The foxes hunt the hounds
It's all over now
Before it has begun
And we've already won'
Only the last part didn't come from me but fromthe lounge where, and I mentally slapped myself, Will was waiting. I quicklydried of and put on my clothes. I then only realised what shirt I had taken. Itwas my gay pride t-shirt, black with a rainbow on it. (A/N Idk if this shirt exists but I made it up so deal with it). To late. I walked into the lounge where Will was sitting on the couch and reading one of my books, City of Heavenly Fire, that were lying on the table. When he noticed me he looked up and said with a smile:' You have a good voice AND music taste.' Probably looking really embarrassed, I sat down next to him and said:' Do you like video games, we could play some mario kart.' 'Yeah sure but I'm going to totally crush you at this.'I picked up the controllers and set up the game. ' You sound like Phil when you say that.' 'You're a phan too? I love Dan and Phil.' 'Let's play the game.'
Some games turned into gaming all day until I suddenly heard a weird grumbling noice. I first looked at mrs.O'Leary concerned, then outside because it had been storming all day. Will chuckled and said:'Sorry I'm just kind of hungry I guess. Well I should be, because we've been playing for hours.' 'I'll make some food for you. Want anythink to drink with it?' It was already getting dark and I looked out of the window, concerned, one more time. The storm was getting worse and my dad had warned me and had done some extra shopping so I could survive a week without going out to get groceries. I prepared two microwave pizzas and some coke (not the drug, the drink). When I walked back into the lounge I smiled at Will:'They're not as good as ordered pizza but I don't want to let the poor deliverer go out in this weather.' I sat down on the couch handing him his glass. He turned the tv to comedy central, where an episode of Family Guy was playing. After watching about ten minutes the episode was suddenly interruppted:'We interrupt this programme to bring you a warning. Hurricane Sandy is about to hit New York City. We advise everyone to stay inside and close all windows, doors and be prepared for anything. Thank you for your attention.'
Will and I exchanged a glance. Suddenly there was a loud BANG outside.
That was when the lights went out.
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