"He deserved more than that. More than a chapter, more than entire epics, he deserved to live, the Fields of Asphodel will never deserve someone as devoted and good as him. He lived for justice, he died for justice, but I would throw that justice at...
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I Totally Forgot to Call
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Things started getting easier in the daytime about a month after my trip to Hades, and I was able to build up a half-decent life. The nightmares still went on every night, but I'd gotten new ways to cope with them. Nico sticked around, honestly taking advantage of the free place of living and the free food.
One evening during mid-october, around a month after Nico had so carelessly moved in with me, I was outside, getting groceries. I carried the bag easily, as I put my wallet between my teeth to unlock the door. From the other side of the door, I heard Nico speaking to someone, which honestly surprised me quite a lot.
Opening the door slowly, ready to scold him for bringing friends over to my house, I saw him leaning on the kitchen counter talking to himself. He heard the door open and looked over murderously.
"Erica, why is Connor Stoll sending Iris-messages to you?" he inquired, raising his eyebrows.
I put the bag on the floor and threw a pack of his favorite cookies at his face. He yelped as it hit him on the nose, after passing through the Iris-Message and disrupting it, and he caught it off the floor. I'd remembered how I told Connor I'd call him, and never did.
"Pack the groceries, and then ask questions." I shrugged, and closed the door.
He walked toward the bag, dragging it across the floor and into the kitchen.
"So why-"
"I don't see the groceries fully packed yet." I dismissed him, as I walked into my room.
I grabbed the phone, dialing in the numbers written on the paper strip with cheap pencil. The phone rang twice, and then someone picked up.
"Stoll residence!" a woman's voice greeted cheerfully. A bit in the distance, I heard Connor's disgruntled scream.
"MOM, WHO CALLED? PASS ME THE PHONE, PASS ME THE PHONE!"
I heard the static sounds of the phone being ripped away from his mother's hands, and the giggles of the woman and Travis in the background.
"Connor?" I said, laughing.
"Erica! What's up?" he greeted, and I could almost hear his smirk.
"Hey, sorry for not calling. Honestly, things have been kinda weird, and I–"
"Nah, nah, it's cool, I get it, that's why I called first!" he assured.
"How'd you know my address?" I knew he'd seen me get off the bus, but he'd need to know the exact street and number.
"Oh, yeah. A friend of mine owed me a favor, so I asked him to tail you to your doorstep." he explained, as if it was totally normal for him to do so.
