OC x Nico Di Angelo

3: Idk what to name dis chapter rip

     The next few months were.....odd. I spent a lot of time with Nico, and he spent time with me. At first he was the normal emo Nico, with rare smiles and dry humor. But by the third month spent together he was laughing at the smallest things. He kinda reminded me of Leo, with the jokes and laughs and sly smiles.

     One of the things he did was talk to me. Not like how you would talk to someone like me, no. He talked to me like I was normal. Like I could talk and give him my opinions. He would ask me questions all the time like "Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be inside an apple?" When he wasn't asking me things he was talking about himself. He told me lots of things about him. Like he was still low-key afraid or corn.

     By the fourth month it was annoying to write down everything I wanted to say, so Nico and I agreed to learn sign language. I'll admit I mixed up things a lot, but so did Nico. But one thing Nico never messed up was his nick name for me. Warrior. You would have both your hands in fists, and one above the other you would tap your chest.  My nick name for him was King. To sign that you would make  a peace sign, bring your thumb to your middle finger, flip your hand over, put it to your shoulder and then bring it down to your hip. They're both kinda complicated, but whatever :P.

     By the seventh month Nico and I had memorized ASL, with a few things messed up here and there. We could be out in the open, talking in rapid ASL, and no one knew what we were saying.

     It felt weird, talking with ASL, but being with Nico and all his corny jokes felt so right. Just something about him, the smile, the jokes. But I think it was his eyes. His chocolate brown eyes would light up whenever we talked in ASL, and whenever we were near someone else from Camp Half-Blood the light would blink out. He would put on the mask, the mask of him living up to his parentage, being a son of Hades.

     We didn't only earn ASL, we learned Italian too. Well, I learned, Nico already knew it. Sometimes , before I learned Italian, I would catch him staring at me and mumbling something under his breath that sounded like "l mio bellissimo guerriero." When I finally learned that it meant "My beautiful warrior" I blushed and didn't bring it up. I assumed it was just a compliment, and nothing more.

     There was a few months when Nico and I were always together, and would always be talking in ASL, in our own world. Even though I couldn't talk it must've been some of my happiest months. Just being there with a definite best friend that would never leave my side made me happy.

     I'm not sure if it would've went on like that forever, or if something would've changed, but of coarse  my bad luck had to catch up with me, taking that away from me. 

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BWAHHAHAHAHAH CLIFF HANGER!! I don't think you'll expect this, but das the point :P. That was a kinda sucky ending but tbh. Anyways!

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-Space_Cat