The Legend of Nico and Will

Chapter Two

Every time a sentence came out of my mouth, I could have slapped myself. I was acting like a complete idiot when he was around. Just observing the Romans and – poof! – Nico di Angelo appears out of nowhere. My wonderful tactics of being cool were „Hold my hand, I just delivered a baby satyr" and „Oh, six armed Romans, I want them to chase me." It was a miracle how Nico had ever agreed to come to the infirmary – and then the only thing I did was pointing out his scars.
I could have pointed out his skinny but muscular body, not his scars. Well, now that I thought about it, that wouldn't have been any better. I still couldn't believe he was here. I had always seen him as more of a legend than a human – incredibly powerful, with a stare that tells you not to mess with him. Most of the people I knew saw him more as a god than as a half-blood and were afraid of him. I had seen him for the first time in the Battle of Manhattan, with an army of skeletons by his side, and thought „Wow." But on the hill, when I had first touched him, I'd realized that he was just a boy who desperately needed help. But like, he even looked like a god and –
„Solace! Can you hear me? Solace!"
„What? Uh, yeah, sorry, I was just thinking."
„You sure were," Nico snorted. „Well, whatever you were thinking about, I think you're done with those stitches. Now?"
I looked at the stitches. I hadn't even noticed that I had finished them. „You're gonna shower now and then I'll bandage them." I gave him the first clothes I saw in the patients' closet: black jeans and my SURF BARBADOS shirt, because that was the only one I had that wasn't orange.
And maybe I wanted to see Nico wearing my clothes

Hello, it's me, Jamie, also known as the author of this horrible fanfiction. I'll try to update every two days or so. I'd be so happy if you guys share you ideas with me! Till next time and stay safe!