When Worlds Collide - PJO/HP

Chapter 1: Pining Is Painful, Especially When Everyone Can See It Except You

Camp Half-Blood - Nico di Angelo

2 months post-Giant War, and things at Camp Half-Blood had already gone back to normal (or as normal as a demigod camp would ever be). That was one of the many things I admired about my new home - the camp's collective ability to move past the negative and focus instead on a wider sense of camaraderie among demigods, naiads, satyrs, and dryads alike. And though I'd never admit it to anybody (especially not the immense pain in my ass known to the public as Will Solace), I realized that I liked being apart of something. The camp was kind of like a team, a family, if you will, and I loved every minute of it.

Ugh. Will's made me soft.

...which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I found myself cringing at my past behaviour and mindset that I needed to reject everyone before they rejected me, because I was finally starting to believe that people actually did like hanging out with me. I had even made some friends (besides Will), which was quite a big victory for someone who had spent his entire life running. Either way, Jason had asked me if I was happy at camp yesterday, and I had answered a sincere 'yes', which of course, made my blond superman friend incredibly happy. Most of my happiness, however, traced back to a different annoying blond friend I had, except I was starting to realize that maybe my feelings weren't entirely platonic.

Maybe.

Okay, a strong 'probably'.

Possibly?

...yes?

No. We're complete opposites, and Will would never feel the same way.

...

The same way? Romantically?

At this point, I didn't even understand my own train of thought (ADHD strikes again!) And how was it that Will Solace was constantly on my mind? I didn't even like him. No. In fact, I hated him. Passionately. Yeah. For sure.

I stopped walking when I realized I'd just wandered around the perimeter of camp and had somehow wound up back at the Hades cabin. I opened the door, and immediately walked to my bed and face planted into the pillow. I groaned before stating aloud:

"Fuck. I have a crush on Will".

Good thing I shared the cabin with myself and nobody else, otherwise that could've been incredibly embarrassing.

I sighed, then dropped on the floor my drawstring bag that Jason had insisted I carry with me when walking around camp. It had a first aid kit (courtesy of Will), plus ambrosia and nectar (again, courtesy of Will), and a few snacks that Will had given me after I passed out during a game of Capture the Flag.

I was starting to notice a pattern.

Honestly, it was infuriating. How dare Will be so handsome, and talented, and compassionate, and very easy to crush on. It's like he had no regard for the people around him. What, with his stupid smirk, and the way he shook his hands up and down when he was happy, and his gorgeous tan, and those cerulean eyes that you could just get lost in...

How very inconsiderate of him.

I stood up and walked out of my cabin, already formulating a plan to discuss with Chiron the current seating arrangements at meal times. I'm sure he wouldn't mind, right?

...

Camp Half-Blood - Will Solace

I had to say, I like it when people aren't in mortal danger.

Not just for all of the obvious reasons, but because it meant I had many slow days at the infirmary where all I would do was dress a few wounds, hand out the occasional allergy medicine, and talk with my siblings, who were also experiencing the benefits of not fighting in a traumatizing war.