Bolide - A Solangelo Fanfiction

Chapter Eight

Nico di Angelo paced in his room, currently on call with Piper, Reyna, and Leo.

   "No Piper. For the last time, I am not going to wear a mother-fucking suit!" Nico exclaimed. He rubbed his temples with one hand, sending daggers at the teens through the phone.

   "But you'd look hot!" She said, tilting her head to the side slightly. Piper saw Leo open his mouth and instantly said, "Leo, I have a girlfriend, I would never hit on Nico, close your mouth." She said Leo instantly shut his mouth and got rid of the grin. He wiped some of the sweat on his face causing soot to run across his forehead.

   “Why am I here? I know gears, not garments.” Leo complained, leaning forward out of frame to work on a car.

   “Because you’re a guy, you know guy things,” Piper said.

   “I know guy things,” Nico said, scrunching his eyebrows and staring at Piper with an offended expression.

   “Yeah, but Leo wants to be helpful,” Reyna said as she cleaned her knives.

   “I am right here!” Leo said, throwing his arms in the air, accidentally sending a screwdriver flying across his moms' garage. “Shit.” He said.

   “Not the focus. We should figure out what Nico is going to wear, have you bought any color since I last looked through your drawers?” Piper asked. Nico raised an eyebrow at her. “Nico, you’re killing me.”

   “I get that a lot.” He said.

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   “I don’t think I can do this,” Nico said, adjusting his clothes in the mirror. They decided on white polo, with black dress pants and a matching blazer. He stood nervously, feeling his combat boots heavy against the floor. “I’m going to vomit.” He said, feeling his head become light and his stomach throbbing.

   “Not on your clothes!” Piper yelled through the phone. She had stayed on call, Leo had left to work on some project with his moms, and Reyna had some knife-throwing practice. “Those look like they’re expensive.”

   “He will be here in less than five minutes, I am going to die,” Nico said, sitting back on his bed and feeling a sense of worry wash over him.

   “Deep breaths. You are going to be fine, you got this. You are Nico-fucking-di Angelo.” She said in an upbeat voice, reassuring him.

   “That’s the problem, I am Nico-fucking-di Angelo,” Nico said with a large groan. He heard his phone buzz, and a little message popped up on the top of the phone, Will, telling Nico that he had arrived at the House of Hades. “Fuck– Piper, he’s here.”

   Piper adjusted herself on her desk seat, leaning forward and looking Nico in the eyes through the phone. “Nico, breathe.”

   “Is it too late to fake my death?” He asked.

   “Just a little. But go! He’s waiting for you.” Piper said. “Good luck, text me if you need anything.” She said, hanging up. Nico sighed, still contemplating faking his death. He decided against it, walking down the stairs, waving goodbye to Cerberus as he walked out the door.

   There sat Will, in a red truck with his mom in the driver's seat. Every step felt heavy and he couldn’t tell if it was his boots or his anxiety. Either way, it weighed him down, dragging out each of his steps. He opened the car door, stepping in, wanting to jump out the moment he stepped foot inside.

   “Hey, Death Boy.” Will said, “You look stunning.” He smiled at Nico, who then reached his hand out and held it. Nico saw Will’s attire; a white polo with a small sun embroidered on his chest pocket, the shirt was tucked into white dress pants, with matching small suns on the front pockets.