(I recently read through this and realized how many loop holes there are. I also realized I haven't updated in a month.)

(I also realized how much I rushed solangelo)

Npov

When I got home it was late. Octavian had already gone to sleep. I sort of hoped that Percy would be in my room, waiting for me to get here to go to bed, but I knew he wouldn't be.

Gods this was hard. I collapsed almost immediately onto my bed.

Will had walked me home tonight. I kind of hoped he would keep doing it. It gave me comfort.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

-

"Nico! Get up!" I heard Octavian yell. I groaned.

"It's a weekend..." I mumbled.

"It's noon. Get up." He yanked me out of bed.

I blinked. Octavian looked tired; I doubted he would do anything.

"How late were you out last night?"

"Ten."

"Tell the truth."

I sighed. "Or what?"

"Or I'll-"

"Beat me up? You do that anyway." I pushed past him and headed downstairs. Maybe if I got down quick enough, he wouldn't be able to steal my food. Sure enough, when I got down, my plate was sitting on a table with all of the food on it. I picked it up and went back up to my room, where Octavian was waiting.

(WOAH THAT WAS A LONG PARAGRAPH)

"I don't like this new attitude of yours."

"I've never liked yours." I muttered. I set my plate on my nightstand.

"What?"

"Nothing."

He shoved me up against the wall. "Look, if you think now that you've got a boyfriend you can say what you want, then you are very, very wrong."

I glared at him and he glared back.

"That's what I thought."

He strutted back out and I sat down to eat breakfast. Alone.

- Wpov -

I hate weekends. I don't see Nico nearly as much as I do on weekdays.

"I'm going out, mom."

"Wait. Will, I need to talk to you."

"About what?"

"Come with me." I reluctantly followed her to the living room.

"What is it?"

"I just... the way you've been acting lately... always leaving the house... I just wondered if you have a girlfriend." I laughed nervously.

"And then I wondered if you had a boyfriend and that's why you never told us. And why you've never had a girlfriend before."

I swallowed. "W-what?"

"Do you have one?"

"Y-yes..."

"Which one? Boyfriend or girlfriend?"

"Mom, I really need to go-"

"And I really need to know."

I sighed. "Boyfriend." I tensed, preparing myself for yelling and cursing.

She smiled. "What's he like?"

I grinned. "You don't care?"

She shook her head. "I don't care gender. I do care if he's a bratty alcoholic that likes profanity. What's he like?"

"Not a bratty alcoholic that likes profanity."

"Well, what else?"

"Mom, do you remember Nico Di Angelo from when I was little?"

"Yes, I do. You two were inseparable." She smiled at the memory. "It's him?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that's good. What's his sister like? Does she still bake using a easy-bake oven?"

"Mom, she's dead."

"What?" She paled.

"He goes to an orphanage. His mom and sister died in a car accident."

"Oh.... that must be terrible."

"Yeah. I've got to go."

"One more thing."

"Yeah?"

"How come you couldn't tell me? That you were gay?"

"I was just... I was scared of what you'd say."

"Will, I'd never... I wouldn't..."

"I know now. Thanks."

(I'm already tired of writing this.)

I headed out the door with a smile on my face. That felt amazing.

Eh I'm done with this chapter. Hopefully I'll update soon. Please comment (I'm desperate.) because comments are like gold to me! Pleeeeeeease!

I forgot whether I put word counts on the end of each chapter. Oh well: 642 words.