Solangelo Oneshots

DeathBoy

Onto the screen popped the final words. 'Okay, so, I'm all out of ideas today, but please feel free to send requests. DeathBoy out.'

Nico logged out of his account, putting his headphones next to his computer and putting away his keyboard. He had no idea that a secret identity would be this exhilarating. He was famous all across the coast for his Youtube videos, but no one knew it was him. He sighed gently and laid on his bed.

"Did you see his new vid? His hands are so hot!" A girl in the hallway said as Nico bit back a scoff. How could someone's hands be hot? And even more, how could his hands be hot. The viewers barely even saw his hands, as he wore fingerless gloves. He never spoke, only ever typing his words on screen.

"I did!" Someone responded. "I'm sending in a request for him to draw himself! He never turns down requests, and now we'll know what he looks like! It's a long shot, but maybe I know him!"

They paused. "Maybe it's Percy. He's hot. No, DeathBoy's hands are too pale. Who's someone with pale hands we know?"

"Ash," The first girl responded. "We might not know him irl." The second person sighed angrily. Nico was pretty sure they said something else, but he had already stuffed his hands in his pockets and slinked last the gossipers, reaching his class right before the bell.

Nico walked over the table where his sister's friends were sitting. He sat next to Hazel and started eating his slightly undercooked tater tots.

"So....." Percy started the conversation.

"There's a rumor going around that I'm DeathBoy." He laughed. Nico did not.

"Nico! What do you think about him?" Piper asked Nico, who quickly shoved more tots into his mouth. He knew Piper was just asking to be polite. She didn't actually care about what he had to say.

"I think he's creepy." Nico said, not exactly lying. "We don't know anything about him, but people think he's hot. Who knows if he's even a dude? Maybe she's a forty year old woman with a passion for secrecy and art."

"Nico," Percy said, "He's called Death BOY. He's a dude."

"If you say so."

'Hey, everyone!' Nico typed anonymously. He was actually pretty social online. 'So, today I've been asked to draw myself. I'm going to go with no. Instead, I'm going to do a different request, but first, c'mon. Stop trying to get me to tell you my real life name. Not even my sister knows I'm DeathBoy. I'm sure she'll find out one day, but for now, let's paint!'

Will looked at the clock. Dammit! It was one a.m. again, even though he had promised himself to be asleep tonight by eleven. Well, he thought to himself, I have to wake up in a few hours anyway. Why not watch DeathBoy's new video? Will logged out of tumblr and onto YouTube, searching the web for tonight's episode. He found it and hit play, thinking about how DeathBoy's art skills never ceased to amaze him.

Will groaned as he slumped onto the floor.
He regretted not sleeping last night. He poured himself an extra big thermos of coffee and headed out the door. He thought about the mysterious blogger the whole way to school. To be honest, Will wasn't paying attention in any of his classes. He certainly wasn't paying attention when he bumped into a short, pale boy. "Ow!" The boy grumbled.

"Sorry," Will responds, not quite sure what else to say until the boy turns around. He's really, really cute. His hair is black and flat, his eyes like melted chocolate. His hands look eerily familiar. Shut up, Will. Stop thinking about random people's hands. The short boy turns around. "What do you want?" He asks, trying (and failing, at least in Will's opinion) to be intimidating. "I want to be your friend!" Will sputtered out. Ugh, what an idiot. Who says that? But to Will surprise, the short boy shook his hand. "I'm Nico."

'Guys,' Nico typed anonymously, 'This is an anonymous art account. Please stop trying to trick me into revealing myself.'

He then proceeded to set up the camera and start drawing. He had gotten into a more steady routine, posting his videos every three days. He drew a lot, but not all art was video worthy. He put aside time everyday to draw and film, getting more subscribers by the minute. People said he was an amazing artist, and, in Nico's humble opinion, he was. He didn't brag about much, but he loved letting people see his art. Online, at least. He couldn't imagine having someone he knew in real life find his online art. So he was very careful, hiding his notebooks and pens and paints.

But one day, he supposed he wasn't careful enough. He was chilling with Will, his best friend, when he went to the bathroom. Nico came back a moment later and looked to him.

"You're DeathBoy? No. What?"

"Um." Nico responded dumbly. "No. I'm not. I was hacked." Will put his hands on his hips, and Nico couldn't help but notice how his eyes narrowed ever slow slightly. "

Nico." Will said sternly. "Are you DeathBoy?"

Nico bowed his head and muttered, "Yes."

They did not see each other as often after that. DeathBoy's art grew sadder. Nico wondered why Will was mad at him, before coming to the conclusion that he was mad that Nico lied to him. Nico found that extremely unfair, seeing as he never actually said he wasn't his alter ego. He was technically lying, but Will didn't really have any right to be mad about it.

Reyna could barely believe it. She had been minding her own business, snooping around her friend's room, not at all minding her own business, when she found it. It was a pretty notebook, full of drawings and paintings and sketches. Most of them looked eerily familiar. DeathBoy. Oh my god, Nico was DeathBoy. Oooh, she was so going to confront him about this. But then he would know she was snooping through his room, finding some pretty weird things. I mean, who owns a Newt Scamander scented body wash? What would that even smell like? Don't ask Reyna, she refused to smell it.

"Nico!" Nico heard yelling. He turned around to see both Reyna and Will running after him from two different directions. All he was trying to do was walk home from school, but when Reyna was chasing someone, you knew it was serious. So, of course, Nico ran. Unfortunately, while he knew she was fast, he did not know how quick Will was. He ran after the smaller boy and tackled him onto the grass.

"Will, what the fu-" Nico started.

"Nico Di Angelo!" Reyna shouted.

"Um." Nico said from underneath Will. "Yeah?"

"Will." Reyna sighed. "Stop straddling your crush and get up here." She pointed next to her, and Will got up, not seeming to realize what Reyna had just said.

"Wait," Nico said, now standing and looking between his two friends. "You have a crush on me?" Will's face flushed pink.

"Now is not the time!" Reyna shouted. She pushed the blushing, stammering boy's back to Nico's house and up to his room, locking the door.

"Nico." Reyna said in a tone that implied she was very angry, but was trying very hard to not let anyone know. She was failing in this way. "I'm going to give you one chance to tell the truth." Nico hated this. Reyna spoke to him as if he was her little brother, a child. "Are you DeathBoy?"

"No." Nico responded. Will already knew, that was one person too many. How did Reyna know? Will must have told her. Nico sighed. "Yes." He glared at Will, who was standing, still quite pink, next to Nico's desk. "How did you two know?"

"Well," Will stammered, "You were in the bathroom and your computer flashed 'Deathboy, you got a like.'"

"I read your notebook." Reyna said unashamedly. Only Reyna could read someone's stuff and get away with it.