Nico's fingers drummed nervously on the coffee table. The plump, no-nonsense lady sitting in front of him had been sent from the college Nico had applied to and interviewing him. Gods, she made him apprehensive. He answered each question in his best attempt to sound intellectual and as if he wasn't sweating his face off.
"So, Mr. di Angelo," the woman stated in a droning voice. "Have you pr--" her voice trailed off as Will staggered into the kitchen and flopped down on the table, not even looking up. His blonde hair was an unruly mess.
Nico coughed loudly. Will didn't move. He coughed falsely even louder. Will stayed put. "Will," he hissed through his teeth as the woman looked at Will with distaste, "You're kind of giving a bad impression."
Will finally lifted his head sleepily. His eyes fell upon the woman and he hastily tried to fix his hair fruitlessly. He considered spitting on his face to make himself more presentable. "Uh--sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, Nico--" he stammered as he ran back into the hall. "Sorry, Nico, really, i didn't mean to intrude!" He tripped over his own feet as he stumbled into the hall. He poked his head back in and said in a hurry, "Sorry, babe!" His eyes momentarily widened in horror and they flitted to the interviewer. Then he disappeared.
The interviewer looked at Nico with distaste. "Sorry about that interruption, ma'am," Nico apologized.
"It's... alright," she answered after a long pause. "That man... he's your... boyfriend?" She spat out the word boyfriend like it was an insult.
Nico felt his face burn. She was homophobic or something, he could tell. "Y--yeah," he muttered, avoiding her piercing gaze. "Should we continue?" Nico asked.
"Of course," she shuffled some of the papers on the table and glanced up at him. She opened her mouth to say something when a loud crash emitted from somewhere down the hall, followed by Will cursing. Nico groaned internally.
"Sorry about... whatever that was, I'll sort it out later, just please, let's continue," Nico practically begged. One more interruption and he was going to officially lose it.
"Alright then, as I was saying," the woman began.
She was interrupted by the door swinging open and slamming against the wall. Percy stood there, shaving cream smeared on his face. "Nico, my razor broke, I need to borrow one of--" he saw the woman staring at him and his voice trailed off. "I'll just be going then," he said uncomfortably as Nico sent him a death glare. The woman glanced at her watch as he left.
"Look at the time, i'm afraid we're all out of time, Mr. di Angelo--." Nico stood there, gaping at her as she hurried to the door. He could barely call after her to tell her to wait. But as she passed by him, her gaze fell upon several sheets of paper tacked to the wall. Nico saw her looking with interest at his sketches and his spirits rose. She turned to look at him. "You drew these?" He nodded, unsure of what she was going to say next. "With a pencil?" He nodded again. She let out a noise of disbelief and looked at him with wonder. "Well, this interview may have gone horribly, but I do think you have a good chance of getting into the Art Institute, Mr. di Angelo." She snapped a few photos of it to show the director and bounced out of the apartment.
Nico was close to squealing with happiness. He was going to get it! He skipped off to find Will and tell him that if he got in, it would partly be because Will walked into the kitchen looking like a madman.
