Will: What time do I pick you up?
Nico: what the heck are you talking about
Will: Isn't it obvious? The party!
Nico: what party
Will: Percy's party, the one he is throwing for Annabeth's birthday.
Nico: oh
Will: Wait-- you were invited, right?
Nico: nope.
Will: Oh Gods, now I feel horrible.
Nico: why? you would've invited me if it were your party.
Will: That's true, but now I won't have a date to go with.
Nico: take a friend or something.
Will: Who?
Nico: oh come on. you have so many friends.
Will: I'll take Grayson.
Nico: ugh no
Will: What?
Nico: nothing
Will: Fine, I'll text you later.
( 3 hours later )
Will: The party starts soon.
Nico: have fun
Will: The enthusiasm in that killed me.
Nico: it was supposed too
Will: My hair isn't cooperating
Nico: i am sure it looks great
Will: But it doesn't
Nico: shut up, you are beautiful, now stop fishing for compliments and leave.
Will: Bye! Love ya.
Nico: you too.
