HOO & PJO One-Shots

Solangelo AU dancer!Will dancer!Nico

Solangelo AU
Dancer!Will and dancer!Nico

Requested by: @ImAFreakingNinja

Nico's P.O.V

I scrambled to close the door before any of the other students could catch a glance at me. Normally, I'd be fine with people watching me dance, but unfortunately the only free practice room was on the other side of campus. My side of campus was full of people studying more technical types of dances such as ballet and lyrical. The side that I now found myself on was full of fast-paced freaks. They showed up to class in baggy sweatpants and skin tight shirts covered by ugly sweaters. They were the hip-hop students, and for as long as anyone could remember, out side of the campus hated them. Of course, the feeling was mutual.

I breathed out a sigh of relief as the soft music began playing, letting the sweet melody completely wash over me until my thoughts were completely empty. In my euphoric state, I never noticed the blisters forming from my tight point-shoes, or the aches that crept into my muscles as I danced away the pain.

The worst part of dancing was the few seconds that came after the rush ended. You'd be standing in your final position, still plastering a smile on your face, and the applause would begin to fade. Those seconds were always painful, because you knew that you had to leave the stage and begin to think back to any little mistakes you made during the performance.

Today, however, the worst part came when I was about to do my jetté, where I leapt into the air, making sure to keep my toes pointed. Usually, the transition from my plier to my jetté was smooth, but today just as I was preparing to jump, a loud music track began to play from out in the hallway. Startled, I leant to far to the right, and could feel a painful pulling sensation in my left ankle as I fell to the floor. Hissing from the pain, I could make out the faint sound of laughing over the loud music. After a quick glance to the window to reassure I'd closed the blinds, I began the task of taking of my point-shoes. I decided to start with the right one to try to build up the courage to take off my left. A few seconds later and I was holding a point-shoe in my hands, with even less courage than before. The pain had begun to throb just as I noticed that the music for my dance had finished. Now I was forced to limp to my bag with the trashy music still blaring music from what I'd deduced to be right outside my door.

Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I slipped my boot on my right foot and decided to just wear my point-shoe on my left foot until I got home to my room-mate. I was so angry at those hip-hop jerks! They'd not only gotten me injured, but they'd interrupted my much needed practice!

When I opened the door, all my angry complaints deserted me. Standing in front of me were three boys. The first one I noticed was blond with caring blue eyes and the nicest smile I'd ever seen. My breath caught in my throat when I took in his clothes, or in this case, his lack there-of. His chest was the picture of perfection, with defined muscles covering him like freckles on a farmer's face. His baggy sweatpants were nothing special, but I was sure the legs underneath them were just as toned as the rest of him.

In my amazement, I didn't even have time to look over the other two before one of them spoke. "Hey, Ballerina, what are you doing on our side of campus?"

My anger rushed back to me like a rushing river. "Don't you mean what I was doing? I was practicing like a normal dance student, emphasis on the was! Your little musical interlude ruined my concentration!"

A boy with jet black hair spoke up. "Did you swallow a dictionary or something? What's an interlude?"

"He's talking about our music, Perce. Gods, grab a brain!" A curly headed brunet sassed.

The black haired one smirked. "I believe that's exactly what I did when I asked Annabeth out."

I looked down at my throbbing foot and began to make small movements to test its flexibility while two of the boys argued back and forth for a few minutes about their respective girlfriends being better or something. When I tried to put a little bit more weight on it, I drew in a quick breath as pain laced my vision.

"Hey, are you alright?" The blond boy grabbed my shoulder to steady me.

I pushed his hand off my shoulder. "I'm fine, and I wouldn't accept help from you anyways."

The black haired one pulled his attention away from his argument. "What, just because you dance to slow music and dress up in frilly outfits, you think you're better than us?"

"Percy! That's enough! This man's injured, and it's my duty to fix him up." The blond one put his hand on the small of my back, before slipping his other arm under my shoulder, effectively helping me to the ground. "Now, tell me what happened."

I debated on lying, but I didn't really have any other options. "I lost my concentration when you guys started playing your loud music and fell on my ankle."

The attractive man's blue eyes clouded with guilt. "Oh gods, I'm so sorry. Leo thought it'd be funny if we turned on our music to scare you, not that we knew that such a beautiful person was inside. Oh gods, if I'd known that it was you inside then I would have vetoed the idea right away."

In all of that, my mind focused on one small detail. "You think I'm beautiful?"

The blue-eyed man shot me a look of disbelief. "Of course! You're stunning with your dark shaggy hair and sharp features. Beauty like yours should be complimented daily."

A shout from behind him sent a blush running across his cheeks. "Why don't you just ask for his number already?"

I smiled. "I guess I could receive my compliment via text..."

The blond man's blush intensified as he slipped his phone out of his sweatpants. "Uh, here."

I quickly inserted my number before adding my name, which brought a smile to his face when he read it. "And you are?"

"Right." He shook his head to clear his thoughts. "I'm Will,Will Solace."

The black haired one piped up. "Bond, James Bond."

"Shut up." Will swung a fist behind him blindly, catching the black-haired boy on the arm.

I chose that moment to interrupt. "Well, Will, it seems that I am incapable of taking my regular bus home, do you happen to know the number I need to call a cab?"

"A cab? No way! It's my fault that you're injured, so it's my responsibility to get you home safe. I'll drive you in my truck."

"Or course he drives a truck..." I muttered to myself, but unfortunately Will heard it.

"Yeah, well I'm assuming you live in some high-class apartment with flower boxes on the windows?"

I rolled my eyes. "That's not fair, most of my ballerina friends live in the cheap apartments across town, you're just lucky that I happen to be living in a nicer place."

"Actually, I think I'm just lucky to have met you..." He muttered under his breath, but I caught it and beamed like I'd won the lottery, which in a way, it felt like I had.

And that was the day, the ballerinas and the hip-hop jocks began a strong friendship, with a little friendly completion thrown in there of course.

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I hope that was alright, I kinda forgot to ask what type of dances you'd like them to do. :P

Thanks again for the imaginative request, it was super fun to write. :)

If you'd like me to write you a one-shot of whatever crazy idea pops into your head, leave a comment and I'll reply as soon as I can. :)

Thanks for reading, don't forget to smile and spread love like butter. -Tianne :]