Will hummed under his breath as he walked into the apartment. He peeled his socks off and called, "Nico, I'm home!" He didn't get a response, and he tried calling again. Still no answer.
Puzzled and worried, Will jogged to Nico's room and pushed open the creaky door.
Nico was on the bed, his face buried into a pillow, gazing intensely at his phone screen(Leo had invented electronics for demigods that wouldn't attract monsters.
"Uh--Nico? What are you doing?" Will asked.
Nico held his hand up at him, as if to say, don't disturb me.
Suddenly, Nico screamed and threw his phone into the laundry hamper and flopped onto his face. "What the hell happened?" Will asked.
Nico didn't answer, so Will walked over to the hamper, pulled the phone out and examined the screen. A man lay on the ground in a trench coat, appearing to have jumped off a building. Will gave Nico a pointed look.
"HE JUMPED OFF A BUILDING, WILL."
"Okay, Nico, calm down, he's not real."
"I DON'T GIVE AN EFF TOWARDS THE FACT IF HE'S REAL OR NOT. HE FUCKING JUMPED OFF A BUILDING." Nico screamed and kicked a pillow off his bed. For fifty seconds, he just sat there.
"Do you want me to make you pancakes to make you feel better, or something?"
Nico nodded like a four year old, and frankly, Will found it attractive.
"Just... don't make them blueberry," Nico warned. "His scarf was blue. Like a blueberry." He started screaming with rage.
Will awkwardly stepped out of his room and into the kitchen.
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I know, I know. The most random crap you've ever read. Gimme a break, I've got writers block. Anyway, if any of you have ideas, put them in the comment section, and I might try writing them. Just nothing too romantic, if you know what i mean. i'm horrible at that.
