Fun Fact: This literally was supposed to be a story about a feminine styled Nico. That is it. Will being a cheerleader was a side plot. Look what I have done, it is now a cheerleading au. This is why you should always plan ahead, kids.

Also I fucked up the time frame of this... I said it starts on the first day of school which is Septemberish... I mention it's cold, so, like October.... And now I'm saying it's December....but i never mentioned holidays... Whoops.

I'm sorry this A/N is so long, but one more thing, I can't remember if Bianca and Maria died in this AU or if I ever mentioned them, but let's just pretend they are and I did.

Basically this whole A/N is me being a mess.

After grabbing some things from Will's, we went to my house. Getting out of the car, Will tugged on the hem of his shirt, a nervous thing that he does.

"Don't be nervous, my parents will love you," I assured him, grabbing his hand.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," he mumbled, not looking very assured.

I opened the door and walked in, holding Will's hand.

"I'm home, and I have Will!" I called.

Persephone seemed to appear out of nowhere, followed by my dad.

"Oh hello! You must be Will! I'm so happy to meet you!" she said sweetly.

Will smiled charmingly and offered his hand.

"Hello, you must be his stepmom. I didn't catch your name though...?"

"Call me Persephone."

My dad smiled awkwardly and handed the flowers to Persephone who handed them to Will.

"These are for you."

"Thank you," Will said.

"We're going to go to my room now. Tell us when dinner is ready."

I pulled Will up the stairs to my bedroom. I opened the door, and motioned for him to sit on my bed. His eyes traveled around the room (what a weird mental image) before he sat down next to me.

"Your room is very pretty, like you." Will hummed, leaned his head on my shoulder.

I flushed, and petted his fluffy blonde hair. "Gods, you're embarrassing."

Will giggled, and pressed his soft lips on the crook of my neck. I sighed constantly, and continued to finger through his curls.

"Mmm, don't stop," he mumbled.

There was a knock on the door before Dad threw it open. I raised and eyebrow, and Will lifted his head.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Oh, I thought...never mind, dinner's ready."

Will and I got up and followed Dad downstairs. There were four plates of pasta, wine in glasses for my parents and sparkling water for Will and I.

"This looks great," Will said, earnestly.

Persephone grinned and put a centerpiece of sunflowers in the middle. I sat down in the chair closest to me and Will followed my movement. After everyone was seated I picked up my fork and spoon and twirled the pasta. Will watched with a look of awe because he's a dweeb.

"How do you do that?" He asked.

I wiggled my eyebrows at him and lifted my fork to my lips, "I'm Italian," I said before shoving the pasta in my mouth.

Persephone looked pained and my father looked like he was done with my shit.

"Please stop telling everyone that's why you can twirl your pasta with a spoon and a fork. It's not genetic."

I rolled my eyes, "It practically is. Like, Will is physically unable to not talk shit about people but be nice to their face because he's southern."

Will shrugged. He couldn't argue with that logic.

Persephone sighed and took a long drink from her wine glass.

"How's school going, Will," my dad asked, smoothly changing the subject.

"Pretty good. Somehow I've been able to keep my grades up with cheerleading," he chuckled, and my dad joined in with his own sophisticated man chuckle.

"I wish I could say the same for Nico," he looked over at me with a look like, 'be more like him.'

"A c is a passing grade," I replied.

"But you could be getting As if you just applied yourself!" Persephone said.

I shrugged.

"Mrs. Persephone, what did you say you do for work?" Will asked.

"Oh, I work in my mothers flower shop downtown. I have since I was a young girl, and even though we don't need the money, I just enjoy it."

"That's so sweet," Will said, "How did you two meet?"

"Oh, well, we went to the same high school, but we ran in very different circles. You know, Hades was one of those very mysterious loner type kids, and I was always with my little group of friends. And apparently, Hades had had a crush on me since like 6th grade. Very stalker-like."

Hades looked embarrassed and Persephone laughed.

"And so one day I'm walking to my mothers flower shop and Hades comes driving by in his car. And he rolls down his windows and is like, 'want to go somewhere.' And of course I did. I was tired of doing everything my mom said, so I got in his car. And, the rest is history."

My parents beamed at each other and I facepalmed. Will looked confused and concerned.

"You got in the car of someone you barely knew?" WIll asked slowly.

"Oh no, I didn't know him at all," Persephone clarified.

"Oh wow."

Okay then, I guess Will and I will be off... to my room... away from you guys," I said standing up.

Will and I left the table and went back to my room.

"Sorry about...them," I apologized to Will.

Will kissed me, and then pulled back smiling, "I like them."

"So, unrelated to what we were talking about, I was thinking, do you want to like, go further in our relationship?"

I was sure my face was really red, and I refused to make eye contact with Will.

"What do you mean?"

I huffed and rolled my eyes, "You know, like, more than kissing!" I whisper-yelled.

"Oh," Will replied lamely. I looked back up to look at him and his face was very flushed.

"Not right now. Or I mean ever if you don't want to, I was just asking."

"No, no I do. I do want to." Will assured me.

"Okay, cool."

There was an awkward pause before WIll pulled out his phone.

"Is it okay if I change the subject?" He asked.

"Be my guest."
"Okay so, I was thinking we should have a team sleepover to bond and celebrate." Will said.

I wrinkled my nose. "Ugh fine, I guess."

"What! It'll be fun!"

"Maybe."

"Well, you'll love it. I'm going to send the text and see whose house it can be at."

"Alright."

"A man a few words I see," Will teased.

I rolled my eyes, and got up to grab the tv remote. "What movie?"

"Mean Girls."
"I think we've watched that in this fanfiction already."

"Awe, please Nico!" Will begged.

"UUhhhg, fine." I actually really liked that movie, but Will can never know. I clicked on the movie and curled up next to Will. After Mean Girls we watched some random shows on Disney+ and I think I fell asleep around 12. As I was drifting off, I felt Will's soft hand brushing hair off my forehead and placing a kiss there.

"Goodnight , Angel. I love you."

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I woke up at 10 am, and Will was no longer in bed. I sleepily shuffled down stairs, and saw Will fiddling around with Hazel's ukulele in the living room.

"Buongiorno," I mumbled.

"Mornin'," he said.

Apparently culture really comes out in a sleepy daze.

"Have you eaten?" I asked.

"No, I didn't want to burn your house down by accident. We can go out if you want," he suggested.

"Okay, let me get ready."

After we both got dressed, we left the house and walked to a nearby cafe. Will ordered a breakfast sandwich and a cup of a black tea from the brand Stash. I ordered a raspberry scone and a cup of black coffee.

"Where do you want to sit?" Will asked.

I remembered that Will liked to watch the people go by, so I chose a seat by the window. We sat down, and sipped our drinks as we watched the foot traffic go by. There were about three other people there, and soft music played.

"I heard you last night," I said.

"You heard me what?" Will asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I love you too," I said, rather than answering his question.

"Oh," was all he said, a light blush rosying his cheeks.

I smiled, and bit my scone, watching Will. He had turned back to the crowd, and was watching intently. I looked out too, and as a woman and her children walked by. The woman was holding bags, Christmas presents I assumed, and had a baby boy in one of those argo carriers. A little girl, about 5, held her hand, and I could see she was talking excitedly. Her large brown doe eyes and thick black hair reminded me of Bianca. I remembered that my mother had carried me like that, in Italy. I didn't remember much though. All I have left is my few memories, pictures, and my language, Italian.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Will asked.

"I don't have any thots and if I did, they're worth more than that."

Will stared at me, and I stared back, trying my best to keep a straight face.

"Why," was all he said.

"Because."

"You've been hanging out with Percy too much." he said, munching his sandwich, "But for reals, what were you thinking about? You looked sad."

"Mmh, Bianca and Mom."

"Oh. Bianca's your sister, right?"

"Was."

"Still is, no matter what."

I smiled, and looked up at him. His eyes were wide and sincere, and I reached across the table and squeezed his hand. His pink lips flickered up into a smile, and he sipped the last of his tea.

"Bounce?"

~TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR CHAPTER 17: SLEEPOVER! wHOOO

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It's short but only cause I went like wayyyy over 2,000, so I cut it off and the rest will be in the next chapter.