Hi. My name is Henry Daneils. I have brown hair, blue eyes, measure to 6'2" and am in love with my best friend. Okay, it's not like 'she's hot so I want her for my rep' no. I have known her for a year, she has short black hair, electric blue eyes, a dazzling smile that I've seen three times (pointing out that he says he loves her and has seen her smile three times), muscles, a love for leather, and measures to about 5'10". She is feisty, loyal, hot-headed, nice, beautiful, funny, bewitching, and her name is Thalia DiAngelo. Today, I'm asking her to the autumn formal. I wake up, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, floss, use mouthwash, get dressed, and go down to get breakfast. Today, I'm wearing a red flannel, jeans, and my glasses. I have a breakfast of scrambled eggs prepared by my mother. I grab my backpack. "Thanks mom. Bye, love you." I said. I grabbed the keys to my car, a silver Camaro. I drive to Arrow High, parking next to Thalia's motorcycle. You see, Thalia is kind of a 'punk'. I walk in, heading straight to my locker next to John's. John is my best male friend, and the only one who knows about my feelings for Thalia. He is a part of our group. Our group consists of John, the 'jock', Thalia, the 'punk/emo', Henry, me, the 'nerd', and Cecile, the 'preppy girl'. John and Cecile are dating, and Thalia and I are soon to be dating, hopefully. I'm going to ask her at lunch today. Thankfully, that's third period, and all of us have it together. "Dude, are you going to make your move soon or what? The formal is tonight!" John asks, nudging me. The bell rang, saving me from having to awnser. I went to math. I got in my seat, just as the intercom sounded. "Henry Daniels, please report to the office." I obliged, only to find two people waiting for me. One being Mr. Thomas, the principal. The other being a boy, my age. He had black hair, olive skin, and obsidian eyes. "Nico DiAngelo." He said, out stretching his hand. "Henry Daniels." I replied, shaking his hand. His handshake was firm. "You have the same last name as one of my best friends." I looked him up and down, taking in his black ensemble. "You might want to meet her. Her name is Thalia. Let me see your schedule." He showed me his schedule. He had Gym, Greek, Lunch, Math, Home Economics, Art, Study Hall, then Science. He had Greek and Lunch with me and Thalia, both. The bell rang. "Here, I'll show you to Greek. I have that next, too." He followed me as I lead the way. We got there, and I took the empty seat on the left of Thalia. I tapped her shoulder. "Thalia, this is the new guy. His name's Nico DiAngelo." She looked at him and stuck out her hand. "Thalia DiAngelo. Nice to meet you." He shook her hand. I noticed that today, instead of her usual leather jacket, leather pants, and combat boots, she was wearing a lace white halter top, ripped skinny jeans, a blue cardigan, and Greek sandals. "Okay, so... Who are you and what have you done to Thalia?" I asked, motioning to her outfit. She smiled. "My life's been good lately. My friend moved here recently, and I've been feeling happy. Therefore, colorful. You don't know everything about me, Henry. You don't know a lot about me." She said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. She looked to Nico. "Ι τηοθφητ ςε αφρεεδ το ςεαρ ψολορς τοδαυ, Νεεκς." (I thought we agreed to wear colors today) What? Was that Greek? Does she know him? Is she testing him? Yeah... she's probably testing him. Surprising me, he awnsered with "Ι τολδ υοθ, Ι δον'τ οςν άνευ ψολορς, Τηαλς." (I told you, I don't own any colors, Thals.) Thalia nodded, like this made sense. I'm so confused. "Do you know each other?" I asked, wondering if he was a threat to my plans. "That's a dam understatement." Nico said, shaking his head. Thalia giggled, something I have never heard her do before. Now that I think about it, I've never heard Thalia laugh. "I still don't understand that, Thals." Woah, he's about to get killed. The last person to call Thalia, 'Thals', here ended up with two broken legs and a fractured wrist. To my astonishment, she playfully nudged him. "Mr. Daniels?" I snapped my head to the front of the class. "What is the name of the Greek hell?" Asked the teacher. "Huh?" Was my intelligent awnser. The teacher shook her head and wrote something on her clipboard. I hadn't even noticed that class had started. The bell rang. Wow. I got to lunch, to find Thalia and Nico sitting together at the table, though I could've sworn they were behind me. I sat across from Thalia. "Thals, I was wondering if you want to go to the autumn formal with me tonight?" I asked. Thalia gritted her teeth, bringing her attention to me. "Don't call me Thals. Only two people can call me that. Also, Nico asked me earlier and I said yes, right Neeks?" She asked, putting her chin in her hand. For the first time, I noticed three rings on her hand. One was silver and said 'Granted', one was a simple gold band with a few diamonds on it, one was a gold band with a fairly large 24 karat diamond on it. It has 'I love you Pinecone Face' inscripted on the band. Why haven't I noticed these before? They make her look like she's married. "Yeah, sure." He said, now looking at something on his phone. I ran to the bathroom, and thanked my lucky star that I didn't have any other classes with Thalia or Nico. Thankfully, the day went by quickly. I went home and put on a black tuxedo. It had a blue tie, instead of a black bow tie. Waiting for the formal to start, I played flappy bird. I died thirteen times a minute. Three very frustrating hours later, I went to the AF. I waited outside for Thalia's familiar motorcycle to pull up, but it didn't. I saw a BLACK LAMBROGHINI! Guess who stepped out? Thalia and Nico! I expected Thalia to wear a tee and jeans, saying dresses were dumb. Instead, I was greeted by the unfamiliar sight of Thalia in a dress. She wore a black dress that ended at her ankles. It had a v-neck and it was surrounded by studs. On the back, Piperenity was readable. I remembered that as an exquisite, high-class, expensive fashion line. Her Greek sandals also said Piperinity. How rich was she? That wasn't what surprised me most. What surprised me most was that Thalia was wearing makeup. She had a smoky eye and cream lips. Nico came out of the car, grabbed Thalia's hand, and kissed her passionately. "Ready to go, Mrs. DiAngelo?" He asked. What?! They were married?! "Nico." She whined. "The tight dress is hurting Bianca and Jason! Dam Piper for making it so tight!" She giggled at her own joke. "Well, if you need it to be looser, then we're gonna have to tell her you're pregnant." Nico replied. She sighed, and dragged her feet inside. I went home. The woman of my dreams was way out of my league. Thalia DiAngelo, married, rich, pregnant. She was right, I really didn't know much about her.
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I don't really like Thalico, but repeating the same couples gets boring so, I'm trying others. If you have any suggestions, please comment. Also, HOLY HERA 500 READS?! 500?! THANK YOU SO MUCH!
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