So My Type: A Solangelo Story

Chapter 10: Will

Warning: Vulgar Language/Slang

Stuff happened. None of your business. Nico and I had washed and changed into fresh clothes. Mom called us down for dinner and around 6. As we headed towards the dining room, I could smell the aroma of Texan brisket. Like in Young Sheldon. My mom's brisket is THE best. We sat down on the mahogany chairs and in front of us was the matching table. The chairs were covered with plaid green seat cushions. Mom brought the brisket to the table and sat down across from us. "Dig in! This meal sure won't finish itself.". All three of us are contentedly munching on our brisket slices and mashed potatoes. I sneaked a look and Nico and saw that he was using his utensils correctly. Like, better than the majority of this world. I should know, my mother was extremely strict on that kind of thing. I guess Mom noticed too, 'cuz she took a glance and beamed at Nico. She cleared her throat a few moments later,"So, you two met at camp? Who's your godly parent Nico? Oh, and don't worry, I know all about that mythology being real mumbo jumbo.". Nico smiled at her and started to speak,"My dad's Hades. You know, that death guy that lives in Hell?". Mom had a thoughtful look on her face and she nodded with a surprising amount of confidence,

"I think I have an idea. When I was in school, my favourite thing to impress the grown-ups with was mythology!", she stage whispered,"The Greeks were my fave, just saying.". Nico laughed and started to chat about life at camp. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I don't need to tell you what comes next.

After a flush of a toilet and squirt of soap and water, I spotted my two favourite people on the living room sofa, giggling over something. I snuck up behind them and tried to scare them. Apparently they could both 'sense' my presence in the room. When I say what they were looking at, I immediately face-palmed. "Why did you have to show him that, Mother. Why?!". Mom cackled monstrously and Nico was just laughing his head off. I kept on trying to talk to them, but they were so fixated on something else, I couldn't get a word in. I had to be assertive."Alright, what's the matter with you two?", I boomed. Nico was smacking his thigh and guffawing so hard, and my mother could barely show me what the problem was. I immediately turned the color of beet juice. It was a photo album. The page it was on had a picture of me with makeup all over me, not just my face. I would have been about, 3-4 years old, and I had body paint all over. I was naked.