Even The Best Fall Down Sometimes---Nico Di Angelo/Solangelo One Shots

Don't "Italian" Me, Nico

Hey guys, I'm back! Thank you guys so much for so many reads and votes, I'm honestly really inspired! How was all your guys' days? Please comment and answer, I want to know :) Mine was, in one word, ugh. My phone was stolen at school, and then I had kind of a mini almost anxiety attack thing later. Anyway, enough about me. *Credits to the artist of the chapter cover art. This one shot also has Nico speaking Italian. I used Google translate for most of it, as I can only speak a little, and what I wanted to say was too complex. So forgive me if any of it is wrong. Thank you for reading!

Nico
I darted back to my cabin, head down. Emo, fag, worthless...I followed Will's advice. I tried to be more social. For Will. Look where that got me. Plus, now Will's gonna hate me more than he already does. I just ran from the dining pavilion, with everyone watching. Not humiliating at all. I ran into my dark cabin, slamming the door and throwing myself onto my bed. Tears were starting to gather in my eyes. Thanks a lot for your advice, Will.

Will
I ran after Nico when he bolted from the dining hall. Why would people say things like that to him? He's just a person, just like they are. A sad, lonely person. He ran back to his cabin, the door slam sounding like a clap of thunder throughout the dark trees. I paused outside, wanting to give him a minute, then knocked softly on his door.
"Neeks?" I asked gently, so softly I didn't even know if he could hear. I stepped in through the doorway and turned a corner to see Nico's rumpled bed with a sweatshirt-clad lump balled up in the middle. I sat on the edge of his bed and placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched away.
"Nico," I whispered, hurt.
"Va via," He glared at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked, still speaking gently.
"Odio la mia vita e probabilmente mi odi," He grumbled, all in a rush, so that even if I could speak Italian I wouldn't have understood.
"Nico..." I couldn't help if I didn't even know what he was saying.
"Why do you stay?" I knew that wasn't what he had said in Italian, but at least he was talking in English now.
"What do you mean? I'm your friend, Neeks. I'm here for you. I...love you," Not what I had planned on saying. Great.
"Non mi può amare," He mumbled.
"Nico!" I was starting to get frustrated.
"You can't love me, Will," Nico cried in frustration.
"Why?" Why? Why not? Nico, you're perfect. Yet all I said was that one 'why'.

Nico
Because. Because. Tears started to stream down my face as I looked at Will.
"Because everyone hates me and I try to be like you to make you happy, but I'm still just the creepy son of Hades, che taglia, and I don't deserve you!" I can't. I couldn't even tell him everything I wanted to say in English. He'll just hate me more.
"Si meritano qualcosa di meglio," I finished, glaring miserably at him.
"Nico, first of all, I don't hate you and I could never be enough to deserve you. And second, you can't just speak in Italian the things you don't want to say in English," Will sounded almost angry. I flinched away.

Will
Nico looked almost afraid of me. I wasn't even angry with him, yet he flinched away.
"Oh, posso e voglio parlare in Italiano, testa di cazzo," he said angrily, yet with tears in his eyes.
"Nico, if you won't even reason with me, I can't make it better," I sighed, angry. "I can love you. You deserve to be loved, and you will always be so much better than me," I looked at him.
"Everyone hates me, and I know you'll eventually leave. You're no better than the rest of them," Came the angry reply.
"I won't leave," I stated.
"You expect me to believe that? I know no one likes me. I'm the creepy depressed guy. No one wants me," Nico growled, turning away.
I went over and wrapped my arm around his shoulders.
"Don't!" He tore himself out of my grasp and away from me so that he was sitting alone on one side of the bed, shaking slightly.
"Of course people like you, Neeks," I tried.
"Really? Like who? Other than you, supposedly.
"Um.....me?" I ran my hand through my hair awkwardly. Nico gave a little gasp, a sound like he sucked in a gasp of air.
"Told you," His voice sounded like ice. Great, Will. Now you've screwed up.
"I mean, people like you. Of course. They just don't always show it?" My voice rose in pitch at the end of my sentence. Shit.
"Get out," Nico's voice was deadly calm. I just sat there stupidly.
"I said get out!" He screamed and spun around to face me. I turned and ran, slamming the door to his cabin on the way out.

Nico
I spent my time behaving like a good little young adult-oh who am I kidding; I laid on my bed and kicked the wall.
"Fuck," kick. "You," kick. "Stupid," kick. "Will," kick. "Solace," kick. The noise was satisfying. I was so stupid. To think that anyone cared. He already left. Just like all the rest of them. I drummed my heels into the wall, pounding out an angry rhythm, tears making my blankets soggy. Eventually I drifted to sleep.

Will
I plodded drearily towards the dining pavilion. I guess it was around dinner time. I didn't really know. The sky was starting to get a pink-golden sunset tint though. I was only out of my cabin because I had been kicked out. Yep. My cabinmates had kicked me, the head councillor, out of my own cabin. Apparently they didn't appreciate the fact that I spent all day after the argument in bed, crying. They also didn't like that I hadn't eaten anything, so they picked me up, told me to stop moping and go get food, and tossed me out the door. Ouch. Screw them and the dining pavilion. I was going to the woods. There was something about the woods that always calmed me down. I stopped in front of a huge oak and jumped for a handhold. Once I found one I scrambled up the tree and sat to watch the sunset.

Nico
Will was up in a tree. That idiot. I followed him to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. And maybe to apologize. I sighed softly and looked up at the golden, glowing figure silhouetted against the trees. I leaned my forehead against the tree for a moment, then sighed and began to climb. Will glanced at me as I sat next to him, but otherwise didn't acknowledge me.
"Will," I whispered, my voice cracking. He looked over at me, his eyes golden and hard.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you, Will, please," I said softly.
"Nico," His golden hair was falling over his eyes. "Why can't you see that you're worth something?" That wasn't what I was expecting. I just shrugged. He sighed, shaking his head, and pulled me into his arms. I flinched a bit, I couldn't help it, but then relaxes into his arms. We sat there in silence, his strong arms wrapped around me, and watched the sun go down.

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