Solangelo One Shots

It's JUST Hair...

Eleven |Nico

What the fuck was Will thinking. I knew he was an idiot, but this? Come on.

Wait. Nevermind. I know what he was thinking. 'Oh hey, my name is Will and I'm an idiot, so I shouldn't consult anyone before chopping off nearly all of my hair.'

Fuck.

Doesn't he know I like to play with his hair? I have made the mistake of trying to run my fingers through his new 'do'. For all of your sakes, don't. It's like a prissy cactus took over his brains or something. I'm pissed.

"Will," I said, "I'm pissed."

"Nico," he said, "I'm an idiot."

Okay fine. That's not what he said. It was actually a whole bunch of whining. 'It was so hot! I was dying! Have you SEEN how thick my hair is! You could raise chicklets in it!' and 'I didn't know how the setting on the razor worked! Have you seen that thing! It looks like Darth Vader's breastplate! Besides, I assumed it was going to give me hair like Jason's.'

Because apparently as soon as something has stainless steel trim on black plastic it looks fancy and that just screams flying boy-priest.

I started to pity him, though. Maybe I had been mad but everyone else was laughing their asses off. Someone even called him Buzz Lightyear, which made no sense, because his hairline is hella straighter than he is.

I thought he was taking it well, too. He was laughing with everyone else and agreeing with them. Even for the Buzz Lightyear thing.

Next thing I know he's in my cabin, almost in tears, because of how dope the Hermes kids' roasts had been. (They were pretty dope. And I don't say that lightly. The word 'dope' is practically banned from my vocabulary.)

"Will, it'll be fine," I promised, "your hair will grow in again soon."

"I know - I know it's just so frustrating and I didn't think people would be that mean. The aphrodite cabin refused to help me, too."

"Well, to be fair, you can't really do much with it."

His eyes started to water.

"WOAH, hey, don't worry about it, okay? I love your hair. I think you look cute," I lied, placing my hands on his hips.

He cracked a tiny smile. "You are so lying."

"What? No." I joked.

He sighed, giving up. His forehead leaned against mine. "I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you, too," I nearly laughed.

His hands worked their way up my back, and I shivered a little. "I'm going to miss you so much when you go."

A stone dropped in my stomach. Oh yeah. The trip. Ideally, it would only take two days to get everything Chiron wanted. But you never knew once you were outside the camp borders.