Solangelo Oneshots

Confession

Jason In A Vent (he has a problem) POV
"I just.... I really like you." I hear Nico say. "And if you don't feel the same way, I totally understand. I mean, I'm just me, and you're you, and— no. Dammit. Now it seems like I'm looking for pity. I need to do this right." Nico walks back into my line of sight and scratches out what he had previously written in his notebook. He's been at it all morning. Writing down what he's going to say, saying it to a mirror so he can practice his facial expressions, walking back to his desk, and starting over. I personally think his first draft was fine.

"Will, I love you." He says before smacking his forehead. "No. You can't say that. That's weird. Will, you are smart and pretty and I like you. But not as a friend. Wait, no. I mean, yes, but— argh!" He throws his pen on the floor and pulls his hair as he paces around his cabin.

"Stop overthinking it!" I yell to him from the vent. He freezes. "Jason, are you in my vent?"

"Well, I wouldn't have to be if you would just follow my suggestions!" I have suggested to him multiple times to install a perv perch. A sturdy shelf for me to sit on so I will no longer need to perv in a vent.

"Jason! Get out of— actually," Nico pauses. "Come help me. Or I'll tell Chiron you're being creepy."

"Nico, I don't really know if I should help." I say.

"Please?" Nico looks up to me with what most people would call puppy eyes, but those are just Nico's normal eyes. "You're so good at being lame and I'm not!" Oof. There it is. I knew there was an insult coming.

"Fine." I sigh, taking the pen from the short boy (I'm thinking of getting him some heels) and start writing.

I finish a few minutes later, Nico finished reading what I wrote and almost vomited. "Jason, what the Hades? We're fifteen!" He then proceeds to kick me out of his cabin.

Nico's POV
Jason has a problem. He keeps begging me to install a 'perv perch' which I just... I can't even imagine. I'll give him this, though. He made me much more comfortable in my writing abilities. It might sound like I'm being creepy and weird, but at least I'm not talking about stuffing my underwear with ham and seeing how Will reacts. I swear, Jason's usually so level headed and reasonable. But when Will and I get involved, he just becomes a different person. A disgusting, creepy person. I grab one of my initial drafts and walk to the infirmary, throwing away Jason's paper as I close the door.

Will POV
"Will! Will! Guess what!" Jason screams as he runs into the infirmary.
"What?" I ask. Usually when Jason acts like this, it's about Nico. And I'm not one to turn down an opportunity to talk about Nico.
"Nico's in love with you!" Jason squealed. I laugh.

"Yeah, I wish." I respond, shaking my head.

"Wish what?" Asks a voice at my side.
"Gods, Nico!" I say. "You can't just shadow travel next to me like that!"

"I didn't." Nico says. "I came in through the door." He points to the infirmary door. I guess he's just eerily quiet. "What do you wish?" He asks.

"That you have a crush on him!" Jason squealed. I clamp my hand over Jason's mouth, but he licks it and I scream. I'm about to put in a gloves and cover Jason's mouth again, but I don't.

"But I do. You 'helped' me figure out how to tell him." Nico says to Jason, gesturing confusedly toward me, seemingly not noticing what he had just said. He likes me?

"You like me? Jason isn't a liar?" I ask.

Nico's pale face gains a pinkish tinge. "Maybe. But if you don't like me, that's fine. I get it. I'm weird. Wait, no. That sounds weird. I'm sorry. I-"

"You should've filled your panties with ham." Jason says. "Then Will would have been aroused. Now he's just grossed out."

"I'm grossed out because of you, Jason!" I scream. I can sew someone's arms back on and not blink, but this was too much.

Once we've pushed Jason out the infirmary, locked the door, washed our hands (we didn't want any Jason on them), and calmed down from our respective anxiety attacks, we sat next to each other on an infirmary bed.

"So," I say teasingly. "You like me?"

Nico rolls his eyes. "What gave it away?"

"I don't know," I respond. "Maybe the fact that you're holding a love letter." Nico groans and puts his head in his hands. "This is so embarrassing."

"Yeah," I decide to mess with him for a moment. "I'd be pretty embarrassed if I just confessed my undying love to me."

"Shut up." He murmurs.
"However," I say, "I am not you. And I don't have an undying love for myself. That's your job."

"I said shut up. I would storm out right now if that didn't mean seeing Jason in his creepy state."

"Why would you storm out?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Because you know I like you and now it's weird." He says, his face scrunching up behind his hands.

"Why is it weird?" I ask. I think I know why. Nico's never had anyone like him back before, (at least, not that he was aware of) so he must not be reading the (very obvious) signs.

"Because you don't like me that way." I take his hands away from his face and turn his head so his eyes are looking into mine.

"Nico, I've been flirting with you for a year. You walked in on me saying I wished you liked me. I didn't freak out when Jason said your cabin was covered in pictures of my biceps. Honestly, I didn't believe him. I still don't believe him. How would someone even get those pictures? I don't have large biceps! I'm a medic. And yeah, I'm hot, but my arms are completely normal. And another thing—" I pause and take a moment to try to remember what I was thinking about. All demigods go off in ridiculous tangents, but it's still annoying.

"Anyway," I continue once I remember what I was saying. "I obviously like you. And you like me, too. So we're a couple now. No objections."
"Not a problem." Nico responds. "I don't have any."