As a naturally smart and fabulous person, Nico had many books. He was currently taking those books out of his locker and shoving them into his school bag. Nico was very good at shoving hard things in small openings, it seemed.

This was how Percy found him. Percy tapped lightly on his shoulder. He half expected Nico to go nerdy ninja on him, whip around, grab his wrist and break his arm, but all that happened was Nico looking over his shoulder. Percy felt slightly cheated. Nerdy Ninja why don't you act to your full kung-fu potential? 

Still, Percy gave his best smirk as Nico looked at him. Punk persona in full gear (as much as it could be. Gayness was a rather abrupt backseat driver, and liked to take over the wheel quite frequently.), Percy leaned against a near-by locker. Yes, I'm so sexy, this is amazing. Nicole will never be able to resist.

"Hey Nicole, sorry about-"

"My name isn't Nicole." Nico said quietly, one hand on his locker to shut it as he stared at Percy wearily. With the way he was leaning against the locker, his shirt was riding up on one side. Hades help Nico if he had to deal with this for much longer. He looks ridiculous. 

"Oh, sorry-" lie "-I'm not really good with names. Anyways, sorry about yesterday-" lie "-I was having a bad day, I'm usually not like that." Lie.

Lies. Lies everywhere. And lies are not good, because lies cause small bun-buns like Nico to become untrustworthy. And what's the point of gay fanfiction if it can't go anywhere? Didn't Percy know this? Didn't the author? Doesn't everyone? Who knew anymore.

"Please don't lie to me." See? "I asked around, and I have my own eyes. That is your usual behavior. If you're gonna do this whole 'persona non grata' while we're doing this, please request a different tutor."

"Why would I-"

"Because I don't want to help someone who's just going to be a douchbag sack of dipshits doused in a jar of numpty sauce."

Percy blinked for several minutes. "Wh-"

"You like acting like that, I can tell. But you aren't the king Perseus. You can't boss everyone round." Nico scolded, head ducked down so that his emo fringe protected him from conflicts of the outside world. Even he was surprised by his own courage around 'Persasseus Jacksasson', as he was rumored to like to be called. 

Persassy himself was utterly flabbergasted (I like that word. It's a fun word). Someone, who wasn't Annabeth, or his female counter part Thalia had dared to not only cut him off, but had scolded and reprimanded him! What was the world coming to? Percy wanted to lie down.

Percy smiled tightly. If he could see the vein popping out of his forehead like Nico could, he would be shrieking and calling some companies for skin cream. Annabeth could confirm that statement. "That isn't really the point." He gritted out. Internally, Percy really wasn't sure what to feel. "Look, my grades..." Was he really going to do this? Did he dare say the 'P' word? Was it really worth it, all in the effort to kiss someone who had a tongue piercing? Yes, he supposed it was worth it. "So, will you please-" Percy fought off his full-body cringe, "-help me?" Percy pleaded. Though, all of us knew he was really begging. 

Nico stared at him for several moments, unsure of how he should react to that. Obviously the idiot doesn't say the word please very often. He looked like he was about to suffocate from the pleasantry. And anything associated with manners, really. Oi, Rightingale, care to help? No?

Useless numpty of an egg sack. Fine, play with your knitting needles and ignore me, then. 

"Alright..." Nico began slowly, still half-hoping Middaline would pull through. "We can try again, I suppose. But it's probably in your best interest to get some glasses that will help you. Here...is..the...address." Nico said slowly, attention divided between writing the address down on a magical glittery paper he pulled out of thin air and talking. He wrote down the address and the name, with a little note reading 'ask Siri' under it. Really, who didn't have a GPS these days? "Ask for Leo, tell him Nico sent you. Call me once you get them, since you should still have my number, and then we'll go from there, if that works for you?" Nico suggested slowly. He seemed to flip-flop between being an introvert and not giving a shit towards people. It was very confusing for Percy, and the author.

Percy smirked, winking. Usually, this would make every girl within the vicinity faint, or at least become a little wet (in Percy's mind), and he fully expected Nico to become at least a little weak-knead. "It's a date, then."

Nico rolled his eyes. This guy loves himself to the point where he would screw himself if he could. "Just ask for Leo Valdez, Jackson. He works on Fridays, Tuesdays and Monday's after school. And sometimes an odd Sunday." Nico called over his shoulder as he walked off, a chain on the side of his pants jingling. 

Once again flabberghasted (that almost sounds like something that would happen if you got fucked too hard and were sore for ages after), Percy stared after the boy. His wink never failed! How could his most trustworthy wing-man fail him? This day was so messed up.

But...maybe Nico just didn't find him attrac-nononononono, that's can't be it. That's impossible. He obviously thinks I'm really cute and awesome and amazing and funny and he just doesn't know it yet...right? Right...Percy pushed off the vulnerable feeling. Nicol-er, Nico di Angelo, I will make you realize that you actually love me and are just covering up your feelings because you're too scared of rejection to face them, Percy schemed, a devilish smirk adorning his features. 

A few nearby girls fanned off. Percy paid them no mind.

~~~

Walking into the shop, Mayer Eye Care, Percy crinkled his noise. It looked like any typical glasses shop, and he didn't like it. It was too boring. And as the gayest of all the gays, under beds and in closets and frolicking in the mountains, it was Percy's job to bring magical glitter-ness to all of the land. This place needed sparkles, desperately.

Staring at a pair of diamond-encrusted frames, he walked up to an older woman behind the counter, who watched him with a knowing smile. "Er, hello. I'm looking for Leo Valdez?" Percy said hesitantly, unsure if he had gotten the name correct. 

And then she vanished. Because she possessed the magic of the rainbow. And then a small Latino elf appeared in her place, curly hair making up about an inch of his height.

"Betty summoned me?" He prompted, fingers drumming against his pant leg. An out-of-place yellow tool belt was wrapped around his waste, over jeans that looked like they'd been to Tartarus and back, with a shirt broadcasting a giant, golden metal dragon. Apparently the dragon's name was Happy, if the crooked felt letters at the top of the graphic shirt were to be trusted. But you could never trust elves. They stole your socks. But only the left ones.

"Yeah..." Percy said wearily. "Nico told me to ask for you?" Leo's face lit up. Meanwhile, Percy beat down the beast of jealousy roaring in his stomach.

"Ghost king sent ya? Dyslexic, right? Yeah, he's always sending you guys in. C'mon back, we'll get you set up." Leo hopped over the counter like a majestic, fat cat as he walked over to a room that was previously hidden by a curtain on a pull string. 

As Leo pulled back the magical red curtain, Percy pondered the nickname, vowing not to forget, because that was really an amazing nickname that should never be forgotten.

~~~

When Percy returned home from his eye exam (it would take an indefinite amount of days to get his glasses) he called the number Nico had given him, putting him in his contacts as Sexy Ghost King, which was the title Nico deserved. Unfortunately, the phone call went to voicemail. Persassy didn't expect Nico to have a personalized one, but then Percy was wrong. And wasn't that a shocker?

"You have called: Ghost King Di Angelo. Text or call me again in hour. Or don't. Either way works. Bianca, leave me the fuck alone, I blocked your number for a reason. Ghost King, out." Staring at the phone in surprise, Percy rushed to end the call before he gave a voicemail. That didn't sound like his Nico. That sounded angry, depressed. The only thing that sounded the same was underlying hint of an Italian accent.

Who's Bianca?

Or, better yet, how many facets did his little Ghost King have?

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I think I'm overdoing it on the crack but I'm enjoying myself so I'm okay with that. I'm literally just saying whatever the hell comes to mind, it's pretty fun.