Once home, I did exactly what Disney movies taught me to do in times of pain: throw yourself onto the nearest object and cry.

So, I flung myself onto my bed and smashed a pillow into my face repeatedly.

This went on for twenty minutes, at the least. It would have gone on longer, if not for the knock on my door. "Nico?"

The door cracked open, just a tiny bit, and I nodded for Bianca to come in. I stood up so she could wrap her arms around me. It was very comforting.

"You okay?" She looked at me with very motherly eyes. (She got most of mom's traits while I got dad's.)

I shook my head, and she wrapped her arms tighter around me. I burried my forehead into her collarbone. "Wanna talk about it?"

How? I signed.

"Very funny, lil' dude," she joked.

Bianca lightly pushed me into a seat on the bed and grabbed a notepad. "Write," she commanded.

I did as I was told, writing about how much I admired Will Solace, about how he sort of liked me (that part was confusing, still) and how he basically dumped me as a friend. I told her everything, just without the kiss we shared on this very bed.

"Hmm," Bianca said, reading it. "Are you sure this is it?"

I nodded.

"Well, maybe Will just... has other things to think about." I didn't think that was true. We had most of the same classes, and the teachers barely gave us anything for homework.

"Nico," Bianca spoke, "you're a great person. I'm sure this boy likes you- I mean he sounds like he's basically dripping with rainbows." I smiled at her, which hurt seeing as I don't do that very often.

T-Y. I wanted to believe her, no matter how much I wasn't sure.

I guess only time can tell.

Meaning: at school tomorrow, let's see what lengths Will'll go to avoid me.