before you start reading this, two things.
  - the last chapter was to be a happy one, but it didn't exactly work out, so this chapter'll be what that chapter was supposed to be
  - the only reason i'm writing this is because someone told me that the only one-shots i write are sad, depressing, suicidal for the most part, one-shots, and that they'd never read a happy, non-introductory one-shot of mine, so now this chapter exists.

"Hey, Neeks," Will said, his voice resonating through the cabin. He sat on the edge of the bed, where Nico was sleeping. "I missed you."

Nico squirmed in the bed.

"Are you planning on waking up anytime soon?"

The son of Hades stayed still, telling Will he had no such plans.

"Are you awake?"

Nico tossed and turned, in valiant attempts to seem asleep.

"Hmm. If I tickled you, it's not like you'd feel anything until you woke up. Maybe I should tickle you."

Nico mumbled in protest.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you!"

Will started tickling Nico, and it took all of Nico's willpower (heh) to stay still.

Nico wriggled to the side of the bed, where Will wouldn't be able to reach him.

"Please, Nico? Will you please wake up? For me?"

Putting his hands over his ears, Nico wriggled back into the covers.

"If you don't wake up now, then I won't ever do any boyfriend-y things with you ever again."

Still, the stubborn son of Hades refused to budge.

"Fine then. If you don't get out of bed, I'll sing you a lullaby."

Nico got up, and ran out of the cabin, dragging his blanket along with him.

sorryyy. i'm terrible at writing fluffy, happy things. so this was kinda terrible.