Meet me halfway

4. Hanging out

"Dad?" I asked and Hades turned around to look at me, nodding for me to continue. "I just wanted to warn you that there is a... friend coming over soon," I explained and he nodded.

"Have you done your homework?"

"Yes," I answered quickly and he nodded.

"Then it is fine. What's his name?" he asked and I raised a brow, since when was my father calm? I shook my head slightly with a small smile.

"William Solace." my father groaned and I gave him a confused look.

"That damn Lester's kid. If he is anything like his father, I will kick him out," he muttered and I felt even more confused. "Lester is a parent who speaks in haiku's during the parent-teacher conferences and stuff, I hate that guy."

"Well, I have never heard will speak in haiku's so I think it is fine." he nodded and I walked back up to my room, putting on some AC/DC as I got changed. For some reason, it felt important to look good by Will, which was weird since I usually don't care at all about what other people think. But he is different, in more than one way.

Once I had on my favorite skull shirt, my favorite paired of black, skinny jeans that fit perfectly to the shirt, I started working on my hair. At about the same time as I finally got it to lay to the side in a slightly messy way, I heard the doorbell ring.

I hurried down the stair, seeing my father smile weirdly at my rush before I finally reached the door and opened it with a half-smile.

"Solace." I greeted and he almost seemed to blush, weird.

"D-Di Angelo," he said and I chuckled, making a gesture for him to come inside. He walked in, looking around as he did. "Your house is very dark... it is nice!" he exclaimed and I chuckled again.

"You can thank my dad for the colors," I said, leaning closer to whisper this. "He's a bit of a weirdo." before leaning back and his face looked like a tomato.

"I heard that!" my father called out and I smirked.

"I know. That's what you get for having no manners, aren't you at least going to greet our guest?" I asked and I heard the sound of my father's footsteps as he made his way over.

"Hades Di Angelo, pleasure," he said with no enthusiasm as he held his hand forward and it looked like Will shrunk.

"S-so you are nicknamed after a god too? My dad's friends call him Apollo."

"It is not a nickname." my father said coldly, glaring at Will who let out a small peep.

"While this is fun, I think me and Solace should get going," I said, turning to Will. "Come on, I'll show you to my room." he nodded quickly, saying bye to my dad as I started walking.

Once we were in my room with the door closed, he released a breath I didn't know he had been holding in.

"Your dad is scary." he breathed out and I sat down on my bed.

"He isn't usually like this. I think it has to do with your dad." I said and he turned to me with a raised brow.

"What did my dad ever do to him?"

"All my father told me was that he likes Haiku," I said and he sighed.

"Fair point."

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I am really here. I am in Nico Di Angelo's room right now! Had his father scared me a minute or so earlier? yes, but that is not going to bother me because I am hanging out with Nico Di Angelo. Life is going the right way, for once.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked and he shrugged.

"I don't know, I have video games, board games, just talk to each other or watch a movie," he said and I nodded, looking around the room as I thought. A tiny box on a shelf caught my eye and I turned to him with a wide grin.

"You play Mythomagic?" I asked and his eyes widened, looking over at the shelf in the corner of the room where the box was very visible. I followed his gaze to the floor where a piece of fabric had fallen to the ground, did he use it to cover the box up?

"No! I mean yes. I... I used to, but I haven't since I was like, ten."

"Why not?" I exclaimed and he looked down slightly, obviously having a terrible reason why. "You don't have to tell me, I am just curious. But it is obvious that you don't want to talk about it... I'll drop it if you want..." 

"It is fine, really. I have just never really talked about it." I rested my head in my hands to make myself comfortable for the explanation. "When I was little, my favorite holiday was Halloween, so I would always get my Christmas gifts then instead. My sister was out to buy me a gift, a Hades figure for my collection. But there was an earthquake and the shopping center she was in fell on her, she died. They found the statue, in her crushed body's hand."

"Holy banana peel. That must have been terrible for you and your family."

"Well, it was only me and my dad back then."

"What about your mother? What happened to her?" I asked and he looked kind of confused as if he didn't think I would actually have listened this long.

"She was struck by lightning a few months beforehand."

"Bag of potatoes, that must've sucked. However, I do think the cards feel sad, sitting in that corner, collecting dust. I dare you to play a round with me," I challenged and he raised a brow.

"You play Mythomagic?" I nodded enthusiastically and he sighed. "I don't know, maybe we should do something el..."

"Ah, I see. You are scared of losing me. Fear not, I shall take it easy on you." I said proudly, using psychology towards him. But the shocked and slightly offended look on his face made me worry that I had overstepped my boundaries, but then he said;

"Oh, it is on. But don't hold out, because I'm going to kick your butt."

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I love how childish they are in this. I love how Hades is acting. I just really like this part and I sincerely hope you do too.

- A/N