Partly Sunny (Percy Jackson/Solangelo fanfic)

It's Complicated

Dear Readers,

I'm updating again! I'm trying to get back into the groove of updating every week, at longest, and mostly every other day or so. So here I am, on my laptop - writing for Wattpad. Love you all for giving me something to do other than hang out with my family!

Please excuse any typos I may make, and enjoy!

Happy Reading!
<3 Lunie

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Nico

Never in my life have I been more afraid of a phone.

Suzie and I had been discussing "the call" for a while now. We had worked together on basically what I would say, but it would be me who actually made the call and spoke to Will. It would be the biggest understatement of all time to say that I was nervous.

On the day that we had decided, Suzie kissed me on the cheek, smiling, and whispered, "Good luck Dad. I love you."

Then she had headed out to the bus, off to school, off to read and laugh and smile and learn and write and live. I do busy work until right before Suzie should get home.

I sit on the couch, my phone sitting on the table in front of me. I wonder if it's a side effect of suicide attempts that inanimate objects seem to stare at me. Specifically, my phone was staring at me daringly, as if it was saying, come on. Can you really call him? Can you, after he made you so. sad. Can poor, crying Nico do it, does poor, sad Nico dare to stand up for himslef and do what must be done? Or will he just run away, come al solito?

Eventually, I grabbed the phone, muttering to myself about how only I could let a piece of technology mock me.

With shaking hands, I dialed Will's cell phone number. Before I pressed call, however, I ran through my lines in my head. I would make sure it was him, gage his mood, and say what I had to say. If he kept rambling to me and I got stressed, I would interrupt and say "This doesn't seem like a good time. I'll call you back, don't call me."

Here goes.

As I lift the phone to my ear, I roll my eyes at myself. My hand is quivering almost uncontrollably.

Ringing.

Ringing.

"Hello?" Will's voice comes through the phone. My chest constricts. I can't.

You must, Bianca whispers in my ear.

"Uh, hi. Is this Will Solace?" First line done. We can do this.

That's right, Nicky. I'll help you. You can do this, Bianca continue to whisper, her voice as smooth as honey, reassurring me just like when I would fall and scrape my knee when we were little. I blink away tears.

"Yes, who is this?" Will says. He sounds like he's driving, all stressed and half focused on the conversation, half on something else - most likely the road.

"Uh, Nico. I need to talk to you." The bomb has been dropped. There was static silence on the other end, but I could hear movement, so he hadn't hung up.

"Who- who is this, really. Someone's playing a prank, and- and it's n-not funny." Will sounded like someone else. His voice was quivering and he was scared and sounded like he knew it couldn't be me.

"No, oh, Will, it's really me, you- you-" I'm crying, but they are happy, smiling tears. I don't know why, but I am, because I love him. No matter what a son of a bitch he is, no matter how much of a jerk he can be, I love him. I love him. He is toxic to me, but he's also like a drug - and I'm addicted. 5 years cold turkey has left me tired and unsatisfied. I need him.