My boyfriend is such a dork sometimes.

The day started out fine, cold, yes; it's the middle of winter after all. Mid-February, to be specific; when all the campers are at home for school or whatever it is they do when they're not at camp. I wouldn't know, considering my only other "home" is in the depths of the underworld. No-thank-you, I'd rather take my chances with the camp food. Sorry dad.

Speaking about food: gnnnhhhffggg. I'm still angry that Chiron won't let us eat in the comfort of our cabins. I'm tired of having to get up, grab my jacket, pull on my boots, wrap a scarf around my neck and go eat, just to undo the process afterwords. I am darkness, I shouldn't get cold. And the Apollo kids, oh my gods, they can just walk outside in shorts and it'll still feel like thirty degrees, saying that they were "blessed" is an understatement.

I scowl as I wrap a pink scarf around my neck (it was the only one I had, for some reason).

I scowl again as I kick open the door to the Hades cabin and am hit by a frigid gust of wind, nearly sending me whirling back into the cabin.

I stick my icy fingers in my pockets and scowl as I make my way down to the dining pavilion, where all ten of the campers are currently eating.

I mumble greetings as I walk in, though not loud enough to make them look up from their plates. They were all caught up in heated debates, probably fighting over the correct way to pronounce "Adobe". I couldn't care less. I had a nice, warm, cozy spot waiting for me in cabin 13.

Will looks up at me as I pass, so I do what anyone would do and flick him in the forehead, not stopping to look at him (every time I look at him I'm gone. I become gone.). I know he'll follow me wherever I go, so there's not point in stopping. I continue to waddle through the mess hall, my big snow pants and jacket making me feel more marshmallow than human. I fucking hate Apollo kids.

Speak of the fucking devil, the most annoying Apollo kid ever born has the nerve to sit on my bench, sliding so close that his knee is brushing mine and possibly sending tingles up my leg buT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT.

"Hey," he grins, his blue eyes lighting up with amusement at the sight of me. The bastard. He's wearing a t-shirt and my thin black sweater and SHORTS, I swear to the gods I am going to kill him. "Are you an interior decorator? Because when I saw you, the entire room became beautiful."

I gape at him, my jaw slightly unhinged, not betraying an appalled portrait of myself. My cheeks fill with colour, and I feel a little bit of heat rush into my frozen ears. "What?"

"If I were a stoplight, I'd turn red every time you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer."

"What did you just say to me? Do you know who I am, Will Solace? Or do I need to remind you?"

"Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet—"

"Will! Oh my gods," I clamp my hands over his mouth. "For Hera's sake, what was in your breakfast!"

He takes my hands off his mouth and wraps them around his neck as he slides closer, so close that I could feel his hot breath on my cheek. We receive catcalls from some of the other campers, but I quickly shut them up with one of my award-winning glares.

He leans closer to whisper in my ear. "Do you know what today is?" he quirks a teasing eyebrow.

"No. And I come to figure I might not want to," I pat his head, pushing him away as I get up from my seat with more difficulty than I'd like to admit.

"Neeks, why do you look like a burnt marshmallow?"

"Shut up!" I cry, flicking him in the forehead again before exiting the pavilion.

What a nerd. To think he can just use shitty pickup lines on me I swear—

"Wait, Nico!" someone calls from behind me, "I think you forgot something."

I turn around just in time to see a gigantic blur of gold hair and freckles fling itself at me and the next thing I know I'm facedown in the snow feeling dizzy, a heavy lump resting gleefully on top of me. I try to shake him off but he's so heavy and wow if the snow wasn't so cold you could definitely sleep it in.

An annoying little shit cuts through my reverie. "Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you."

"I swear to the gods, Solace, if you don't get off me I will eat you."

"Oh? I wouldn't mind, darling."

I am going

to

pUNCH

him

in the face. Maybe somewhere else too.

"You're the doctor, why are you the one asking me for Band-Aids anyway?"

"Is your daddy a baker? Because you've got nice buns!"

"Solace, my father is the king of the underworld. Don't make me send you to him."

"You know, if you were a vegetable you'd be a cutecumber."

"I am going to murder you."

"I don't have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?"

I roll out from under him, the entire front of my body completely soaked now, my scarf not doing much to protect me from anything. I'm not even sure where I found the energy in me to push him off, my face red as a beet as I storm back to my cabin.

He meets me at the door, leaning against the railing, trying to look slick as he smirks at me. "Hey, Nico, you know what fabric my shirt is made of?"

"First of all, that's my shirt. Second, if I kiss you, will you shut up?"

He contemplates this, "Mmm, that does sound tempting."

I roll my eyes and open the door to my cabin, closing it three quarters of the way so I can block the entrance. He pouts at me and I ball my fists into his shirt, pulling him towards my lips. I close my eyes for a second, letting his warmth spill into me before he realizes what's happening and starts kissing back. I pull away before he has the chance. I look him dead in the eyes, my features steady and unwavering, though I did permit a small grin to makes its way to my lips.

"Hey, Will?"

"Hm?" he sways, leaning against the doorframe.

"Roses are red
Violets are blue
God made me sexy
What happened to you?"

Then I close the door in his face.

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