Collar Full (Solangelo AU)

Nico took a deep breath and swished his head to the side, as he curled up more onto the bench, still next to the stranger who was scribbling down what looked like lyrics. The hoodie over his face was probably not enough to get him to not be recognized, but Di Angelo didn’t care at that point. His hair a mess, his clothes smelling slightly, only because he hadn’t been home in three days, in an effort to avoid his friends and fellow band members. Since Death Boy didn’t really have much to do besides space out and cry, he watched the man next to him, who was surprisingly very beautiful, despite the fact he probably lived in this park. With shaggy, similar to Nico’s, hair, although it was the color of the sunshine burning into the sidewalk, along with light oak skin, which Di Angelo felt a strange urge to hold the stranger’s hand, because it just seemed that it would feel nice. Only twice had the man twisted his head to glance at Nico, both times the raven haired boy’s cheeks had burned underneath his hood and he had turned away to try and act nonchalant. Until finally, Angel Face (nicknamed that by Death Boy himself) had enough and tapped Nico’s arm to catch his attention, probably not knowing that all of the singer’s attention was already on him.

“What is your problem?” The writer asked annoyedly. Nico almost bit his tongue, scolding himself silently for being so awkward.

“Uh-uh, s-sorry, you’re just really pretty,” He stuttered out, hoping his voice wasn’t enough to give his true identity. The boy’s entire face went bright red, which Nico found absolutely adorable.

“T-Thank you, random stranger, I guess…” The man trailed off, slightly creeped out, as it showed on his face. Nico cursed under his breath and thrust out his hand.

“I’m...Nico,” Di Angelo told him, as the boy’s face lit up.

“Like Nico Di Angelo! That’s cool you’ve got the same name, I’m Will Solace,” Will responded, shaking his hand before turning to a blank page and scribbling something down. Ripping it out, Nico saw it was a phone number.

“Call me sometime,” Then, he handed it to the stunned boy, before standing and strolling away, complete. Death Boy grinned. In less than a minute, he had already gotten a cute boy’s phone number. Maybe things were starting to get better.

Notes

(yes all of the titles will be shameless song references)