After the war (Solangelo)

Chapter 13: The Date

Will's outfit. Also, time skip 2 months, and everything's going amazing. No fights, nothing, everyone's happy, Nico's still in the closet, though Will's been out of the closet months before Nico got to Camp for the war.

Will's pov

I walked up to Nico's door nervously, which was stupid, since we've been dating for over two months now. Nico's door swung open, to reveal a disheveled looking Nico. His shirt was on backwards, and his hair was all over the place. Nico yawned, and blinked a couple times, squinting at me. I realized I was glowing, but I couldn't stop it. "Can I come in?" I inquired. Nico stepped out of the way, and I entered, closing the door behind me. Nico shuffled back to the bed and sat down. I walked over, and knelt in between his legs. "Can I help you with your shirt Nico? It's on backwards." I said chuckling. He merely nodded, not awake enough to even process what I said. I smirked. I gently took off his shirt, deliberately running my hands against his sides. His eyes widened, and I laughed at his expression. "Hands up." He lazily lifted his arms, and I stood as I took his shirt off all the way. I didn't bother to put it back on. I shoved him on the bed, and Kissed him. Hard. He responded slowly, due to not being fully awake. Yet. I squeezed his hips, and Nico began to comprehend what was going on. His hands wove into my hair, and he held me to his lips. We broke away, gasping. I traced my hands over his toned stomach and stood. He sat up, running his hands through his previously bedhead hair, and what was now make-out hair. He frowned at me, trying not to smile. I grinned, and he cracked. He smiled at me, stood up and pecked my cheeks, before throwing his shirt at me and holding his arms up. "Help." Was all he said. I put his shirt on, taking way longer than necessary, and he blushed. It was funny how much shorter he was than me. I had to really bend to kiss him. Oh well. "Hey Sunshine?" "Yes Sun-baby?" I love that nickname. Sun-baby. "Can we go on that date today?" He turned slowly, pondering what I had said. He nodded. "Sure. What time, and what do I wear?" I thought about it. "Casual, and how about 6?" "That's during dinner." He stated and I nodded at him. "We have to tell Chiron anyway, so why not?" Nico reasoned.

Nico

Casual. I sighed. I don't really have anything that's not black. Suddenly there was a pop, and an overpowering smell of perfume. "Lady Aphrodite." I said bowing. Aphrodite waved her hand, stirring the perfume smell around. "Please," She said sweetly. "Call me Auntie A. It's so much easier." (The real reason is because I don't want to repeatedly type 'Aphrodite'! I'm feeling lazy.) I was confused Easier how? Whatever, it's Aphrodite, so I'm not even going to try. "Here." She flicked her wrist, and on the bed were some gray skinny jeans, and a dark (navy) blue button down. "Thanks." She winked. "I'm going to Will now. Have fun!!" She giggled and poofed out, fortunately taking all the perfume smell with her. I just sighed, and went to shower.

Will's pov (again)

I was sitting on my bed with my head in my hands. I don't have anything to wear! Why'd I say casual?! I don't have casual!! I flopped back groaning. There was a flash of light, a suffocating aroma of perfume. I sat bolt upright. "Aphrodite." She smiled at me. "Call me Auntie A. I told Nico the same thing." She saw Nico? "Aph-Auntie A, what are you doing here?" "Why, helping you of course!! My second favorite couple, Percabeth being first obviously." Auntie A said as she slowly trailed her eyes up my body. I suddenly felt uncomfortable. She snapped her fingers, and on my bed next to me was a pair of dark blue jeans and a light-yellow shirt. (Not bright, more of a yellow mixed with white color). "-go pick up Nico." I snapped back to attention. "Huh?" "After you've changed, go pick up Nico at his cabin. I already saw to his outfit." With that, she flashed out, and in her place was a box. I was terrified, but I picked it up, and opened it. It was waaay deeper than you would think looking at the outside. Nestled inside was a gorgeous bouquet of flowers, that only Persephone herself could have produced. I smiled, "Thank you." I whispered.