Cliché is all I'm going to say... Freckled Jesus Christ that rhymed.
Will's P.O.V
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Where the hell is half of my wardrobe?!
Half of my shirts and pants and sweatshirts are gone. I've searched everywhere. Except maybe one place...
I knock on the door. No answer. I need clothes so I'm just going in! I swing the Hades Cabin door open. No Nico.
I wonder where he is. Ah my clothes. Scattered everywhere are articles of clothing. I start to pick up what's mine. As I turn to leave I hear a small sound. I look around. Then I spot him. He blends in with everything. It's so dark in his cabin. There, buried in the comforter Nico lies, sound asleep.
He is Absolutely Adorable. I lift the covers up. He has on my shirt and my sweatshirt. His face buried in the sweatshirt. Inhaling the smell of it. I can't help but smile like an idiot.
I don't have anything to do today except my own laundry. So I get into bed with him. In his sleep he grabs onto me like his life depended on it.
I kiss his forehead and fall asleep.
"Hnggggn," Nico wakes me up by making that weird sound.
"Hey there death boy."
"When'd you get here?" He asks rubbing his eyes like a kitten. Oh. My. Gods. What's happening to me?!
"Well I came to get my clothes because I don't have any clean and then... This happened. I'm not mad." I tap his nose then he looks down at what he's wearing.
"It's not what it looks like!" He sits up. I laugh.
"Can I have them back now?"
"Ha! Absolutely not." He looks me dead it the eye after saying "ha" and looks very serious.
"Why not?! I need my clothes Nico."
"You can have them back when they stop smelling like you." He crosses his arms, putting his foot down. When Nico Di Angelo wants something he gets it. You can not persuade him otherwise. In other words he's the most stubborn person you'll ever meet.
One week later...
"Here. Take this, this and this." Nico says handing me two sweatshirts and a T-shirt.
"Finally, thanks."
"Oh and." He pulls my All- American Rejects sweatshirt off. Throwing it over his shoulder.
"Hey! Wait a sec..." I start to say as he pulls my shirt over my head. Every kid in the Apollo cabin is staring at us. Kayla is cracking up. He reaches up on his toes and kisses my cheek and then pushing me aside. He grabs another sweatshirt off my bed. He pulls it over his head and starts to walk out. He stops, holding up a peace sign and says "catch ya later Apollo kids!" And walks out everyone's eyes settling on me.
"I have no control so don't look at me that way!" I huff and look for another shirt. I'll get those back next week.
Sorry that sucked so bad 😂 if you have requests just tell me! I'm open for anything. Next chapter is going to be long I promise. Peace out my friends 👽☮✌️
