Roomates (Solangelo AU)

VII |Camping

A/N: so, I know that I asked you if you wanted a POV change, but I honestly couldn't wait and just did it. I'm sorry if you don't like it, if you don't, just comment me to stop. I don't own the characters because the troll aka Rick Riordan does. Brace yourselves for a longer chapter.

NICO~

~ Time skip: its been week of eneventfulness and is now the weekend~

I couldn't sleep. I mean, I had fallen asleep earlier but woke up to Will walking out of the bathroom, and... he was not wearing a shirt. And that was something one couldn't simply unsee.

I had seen him shirtless yesterday, but. . . Wow, had he gotten even hotter since last time?

I chided myself to stop thinking about it because even know he was very obviously gay, he was way out of my league.

I mean, he was a full on ten. For one, he has a wavy blonde hair that curled at his ears that the perfect spot --and, oh, let me tell you, it is way hotter wet, as I had seen him when he had just gotten out of the shower. And his perfect tan, dazzling blue eyes, and amazing six pack.

I didn't, like, have a crush on him or anything, I was just subtlety aware that he was incredibly attractive.

I was startled when I heard something I was not expecting: Will moaned.

What the hell? He litteraly full on moaned. Like, having sex kind of moan . . .

"Nico!"

I sat up quickly, thinking Will yelled my name because something was horrible wrong or something. But then I heard him make murmuring sleep noises, so I decided I would just try to go back to sleep, which I did after like, twenty minutes, because if you have not already suspected, it was hard to try to sleep when your roomate is moaning continously in his sleep.

~Timeskip to morning~

I was half awake with my eyes closed when I heard Will yell my name up to my bunk.. His voice was a lot more awake this time which meant it was morning, so I just tried to ignore him and go back to sleep. I wasn't going to waste my weekend on actually doing stuff. I mean, that would just be a crime. Weekends are for sleeping and sleeping only.

My head was throbbing and my hair was sweaty and sticky against my pillow. I felt sick to my stomach, but this couldn't still be hangover, it had been a few days and this had still been happening.

My tempature was all out of whack and it was strange because I was sweating and my skin felt hot under my blankets, but on the inside I felt like I was freezing.

"Come on, sunshine! Get up! We're going to go camping with my friends this weekend!"

My hurt too to much to give Will an angry remark about the nick name or even groan.

"Nico?"

Then I felt puke erging to come up my throat. I sat up --which took much more power than it should've-- and went down the bunk bed latter. Will looked at me, his smile I had seen a small glimpse of a few seconds ago being replaced with a look of conern and realization.

I ran into the bathroom and positioned myself over the toilet, Will following behind me.

I began gagging into the toilet and puking only water and coffee out. I was subtlety aware of Will rubbing circles on my back with his palm and saying something quietly, but it was really hard to focus on my surroundings. Everything seemed to all blur together.