Nico POV

I was laying on the floor, watching the reflection of my white wings send tiny rays of moonlight that snuck through the slip in the curtains, onto the ceiling. I was using my wings as a blanket, though I wasn't actually cold in my black sweatpants and hoodless black sweatshirt. I looked over to the bed, where I could see all the different colors in Will's black wings shine as he breathed, raising and lowering the giant soft feathers. He was on his stomach, his wings spread everywhere, draping off the bed near me. I could reach out and touch him. I yanked my hand back, that I'd unconsciously reached out with. I sighed, thinking back to how close Will and I were. I can't just let him back into my life so fast. Right? I sighed, closing my eyes as exhaustion took over.

I groaned, opening my eyes way too soon. It can't be morning already, could it?
"Nico!"
Oh no. It's definitely morning. I should have remembered this, when Will and I had sleepovers. He's such a morning demon! I sighed, sitting up and stretching.
I blinked against the bright light streaming in, from the window that someone had pushed aside the curtains from.
"What Will?" I mumbled, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
He was on the floor sitting next to me, wearing his clothes from yesterday. I'd offered, but we both knew none of my clothes would fit him. They never did, and never would.
"G'Morning!"
"Ugh."
He just laughed, reaching out and ruffling my hair.
I tensed, and his hand slid to my cheek, looking at me worriedly. I flinched out of his grasp, not looking at him.
"Nico-"
I shook my head, putting on a fake smile.
"Come on, let's get breakfast." I stood, shaking my wings out, and rolling my shoulder to rid it of stiffness.
We walked down stairs, with me shushing him every other step, trying not to laugh. We got to the kitchen, and I froze in surprise seeing Hazel.
"Hazel?" I hissed.
She looked up, startled.
"Will!"
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, of course. Ignore your brother, and say hi to his best friend." I said sarcastically, before realizing what I said. Best friend. But neither Hazel or Will noticed.
They were hugging, and even though I knew Hazel had a boyfriend, and Will's gay, jealousy stirred a tiny bit in the bottom of my stomach.
I walked over, and grabbed two bowls from the cupboard, before getting two spoons from a drawer and the milk from the fridge, and put them down on the kitchen island. I grabbed my favorite cereal, and then Will's and brought it to Will, who was sitting and talking to Hazel at the island. I slid the cereal to him, and his eyes lit up Comment what you think his favorite cereal would be I laughed, as he enthusiastically poured some, as I sat down next to him, pouring my own.
"How'd you remember?" Will asked, after swallowing.
I just shrugged, and took a bite to avoid answering. Because in truth, I never forgot anything about him.
We laughed and joked the rest of breakfast, before I went back upstairs to change.
I grabbed my black ripped skinny jeans and yanked them on, and a normal black t-shirt. I put in my black fake gauges, and lip ring. I twirled it, loving the gentle pull on my skin. Running a hand threw my hair, took away the bedhead, but left it messy as usual. I ruffled my wings, allowing them to shift and be more comfortable in the holes in the shirt. Like, how would that work? How do they put on a shirt? You know what, I don't think I want to know.

I walked quietly down the stairs, to see Will waiting by the door.
"C'mon Nico. I've got to get my clothes."
I nodded, yanking on my pair of white converse, that I'd drawn on all over.
We walked outside, raising our wings, and shifting our stance. I smirked at him, and he raised his eyebrows, before we faced forward, and took off in a flourish of dust and feathers. I laughed joyously, which felt strange. I hadn't laughed in a long time. I flapped hard, to keep the lead. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Will catch up.
"Oh no you don't!" I yelled, and glared at the sky in front of me, though I had a smirk on my face.
I willed myself to go faster, and within moments, I was way ahead of Will. I didn't even have to think about where I was going. It was muscle memory. I landed gently on his lawn, before laying on my back, and pretending to sleep.
There was a quiet thud a minute later, and I knew Will had landed. He groaned in annoyance at me. I grinned, turning to him, opening one eye, and fake yawning.
"That was a nice nap. What took you so long, sunshine? I've been here forever."
He laughed, and walked over to me, helping me up. I brushed myself off, as I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Just like old times." I said, referring to the fact that I still beat him to his house, like always.
Will grinned, slinging his arm over my shoulders. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, but I knew Will wouldn't feel the same. He didn't act weird around me or nervous, it was obvious that he didn't feel the same way.
We walked inside, and slipped up to his bedroom as quietly as we could, his entire family being morning people, and not wanting them to know Will hadn't been home. Though Will assured me no one would care if they knew he'd been with me. I waited outside his bedroom as he changed, but just the thought, sent the blood rushing to my head, and my ears grew red. Will walked out, and we went downstairs, and into the kitchen. Suddenly, I was engulfed by the rest of the Solace family.
"Nico!" I couldn't identify who said it, but a small smile appeared on my face. I was pulled out of the crowd, and into the warm body of Mrs. Solace.
"Hi Mrs. Solace."
"Nico, please, call me Naomi. You know this." I flushed, leaning into the hug. I chastised myself for tearing up, remembering my mom.
Everyone settled down, and surprisingly, no one asked what I was doing here. They acted as if I'd never left, never pushed them away. As if I'd been here all along. I looked over at Will, who was next to me, and couldn't help but smile. He turned his head, and grinned back at me, blinding me with his perfect smile.
We walked outside, and looked at each other, having a silent conversation. You OK? I nodded in reply, before asking, The clearing? Will nodded The clearing. Together, we took off, not racing, but flying side by side, with me a couple feet higher, so our wings don't bump. We swapped, and now Will was higher, the wind gently ruffling our hair and feathers. I twirled, flipping onto my back, and gliding. Will looked down and laughed, his wings gently pumping the air. I grinned, and flipped back over, flapping to keep up. We didn't talk, we didn't have to. The quiet was comfortable, and perfect.

We landed in the clearing, Will stumbling slightly, and I laughed, walking closer to the pond. He fake glared at me, before walking over, and we sat. I had my legs crossed, knees to my chest. Will leaned back on his hands, legs stretched in front of him. He scooted closer, and I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, but didn't move. His arm was behind my back, and he crossed his leg over the other.
"Nico?" He hesitated, and I looked at him. He sat the rest of the way up, crossing his legs, his body turned towards me slightly. "What happened? Between us?"
I blinked, lowering my legs, shifting to face him.
"I-honestly, I don't know. I guess, I, I felt like I didn't deserve you. When B-my sister died," I took a shuddering breath, squeezing my eyes shut. "I felt useless, you know? My dad blamed me for my mom's death, and then she dies, right after my 16th birthday, and my dad blames me, and honestly, so do I." I looked away, trying to hide my tears, but Will turned my head back, brushing away the tears.
"It wasn't yo-"
"It was Will! She was murdered!" I yelled, and his hand dropped. "Murdered because I'm an angel. I shouldn't be. I mean, an angel in a family of demons? What an honor!" I choked out sarcastically, as I started to sob, and Will wrapped his arms around me. Darkness enveloped us, and I knew his wings were acting as a privacy shield, though no one was around.
"I didn't know she was murdered."

I didn't reply, because we both knew the reason he didn't know was because I stopped talking to him. Sure, I had other friends, but it weren't the same. No one was as close to me as Will was, except for Hazel. But she's my half-sister. Her mom died when she was too young to remember her, but I knew her. She was lovely. We have Persephone, who we love. She's like our mother, but she can't replace mine, just like Hazel can't replace Bianca.

I finally calmed down, and Will pulled me into his lap, but didn't let go. I relaxed into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and burying my face into his shoulder, his arms and wings tightening around me. I sighed in content, and we just sat there, neither of us wanting to move, or say something, afraid if we did, it's break the spell.

Mystery person's POV

I growled quietly, lowering the bow. That blonde boy has no idea what he's doing. He needs to get out of the way, so I can finish my job, and collect my pay. The Di Angelo 'angel' needs to be rid of. Just Like his angel mother and 'angel' sister. Of course, the girl didn't know she was part angel. Her wings were black. But it didn't change anything. I shifted, before slinking into the trees, and running, my golden bow slung across my shoulder, my quiver still full of my arrows, leaving the blonde boy, and my target behind. But I'll be back. Watch out Nico Di Angelo. And if that annoying blonde is in my way again, I won't hesitate to kill him too.

Hmm, I wonder who this is? What's going to happen? Actually, I have no idea. I did not plan on writing that. Oh well. This should be interesting. . . .