What If Three Days Meant Forever?

New Frontier

Will POV

Focus in my life, has always been a struggle.

As a kid, it was often hard to keep my attention on one thing and one thing only. I could be bouncing up and down in excitement to see the new movie my mom and I  had seen the trailer for dozens of times and by the time we actually get to the theatre and sit down comfortably in the leather seats, popcorn grease already making home under our fingernails, my eyes will be glued to the steady back and forth motions of someone's head bobbing to the background music of the film a few rows ahead of us.

My mom would later ask me how I enjoyed the movie and what my favorite parts were and I wouldn't be able to answer her. However, if she'd asked me how many stripes were on the shirt of the woman sitting on my right in the theatre, I would tell her twenty-seven and a half due to the cut at the bottom.

My focus did improve eventually. Once I got to camp, it sort of just happened on its own. Once they got me working the infirmary, I had to force myself to center and focus on the patient rather than the huge centaur standing just five feet away from me. I couldn't think about the fact that if I was careful and sneaky enough, that I'd maybe be able to slip inside of the plastic container in Chiron's wheelchair and be transported to a whole other universe.

My mind would just argue back and forth with itself about what I wanted to do and what I needed to do.

Find the peroxide, Will.
What if unicorns are real?
Find the thread, Will.
I wonder if the trees in the woods can talk!

That voice sort of just got smaller and disappeared on its own and everything became clearer and just more logical.

However, all logic seems to fly out the window as every sense in my body tunes in on Nico's lips that are currently attached to mine.

And suddenly, it's like there's nothing else. The world seems to fade away into nothingness until there is only Nico. My skin is prickling at every point that our bodies are touching and I feel a little shock as one of his hands grips tighter onto my thigh as if he's afraid I might slip away if he isn't too careful.

Before I can properly react - for example, kiss him back and not just sit still - he pulls away and stares at me with wide eyes. His hand go up to his lips and once again, he tries to run. But no, I cannot let this boy out of my sight again. As he begins making his way out of the small opening, I grab hold of his ankle and tug. He gives a grunt before trying to kick his foot out of my hold, but my grip is tight and gods of Olympus, I am stubborn.

Then he's flopped onto his stomach and I'm still pulling as his claws at the dead grass, desperate to find some sort of hold. For a moment, I allow myself to believe that I'm winning and things are going to be okay.

Then the leather bottom of his combat boot hits my face and I start seeing colors.

He gets up hastily as I try to blink the fuzzy static from my vision. I let out a pained groan and watch as he turns around for a moment, a look of guilt on his face. "Will, I-" he starts but I don't give him a chance to finish as I throw a random kick to where I think his ankle would be. I feel my foot hit something solid and a yelp from above me, tells me I've hit my target.

What I didn't prepare for is Nico falling on top of me, causing my already bruised skull to hit the ground.

Before he can make another attempt at escape, I have my arms latched around his shoulders tightly and I grunt as he struggles to get away. "You know, I was going to apologize for kicking you in the face, but now I'm not so sure that I'm sorry." he grumbles. I feel his chin rest on my shoulder for a moment in defeat but he picks it up just as quickly. "Let me go, Solace. I've already embarrassed myself enough."