Some Nights (valdangelo)

Love :)

Ok, final chapter :) thank you for everyone who voted/commented, you're the best. Sorry for the SUPER cheesy ending, but I couldn't help it.

~Flashback to morning ~

Nico POV

I spent all of breakfast nervously glancing between Percy, Jason, and Leo. Jason kept giving me knowing looks and Leo was staring for some reason. Thank gods Percy is so oblivious. He didn't have a clue what was going on. After breakfast Jason cornered me, just like I figured he would eventually.

"Nico, do you have feelings for Leo?"

"What are you talking about, Jason?" I ask innocently.

"Don't play dumb Nico, you know exactly what I'm talking about. You're in love with him aren't you?"

"Well I wouldn't say I'm in love..." I trail off, not really sure where I'm going with this. Jason interrupts before I have time to figure it out.

"Aha! I knew it! Oh you guys would be so cute together! Plus Leo, unlike Percy, is single. Oh, I so ship it," he practically squeals.

"Whoa, calm down. We are not together, nor will we ever be. Leo is straight! And what the hell does 'ship it' mean?" I ask angrily.

"Uh, nothing." He blushes. "Point is, you should tell Leo how you feel."

"You said the same thing about Percy," I complain.

"Exactly. I'm a firm believer in confessing your feelings. Tell him, I bet he feels the same way. I saw how he was looking at you earlier."

"Really?" I ask in spite of myself, sounding far too hopeful.

"Really." He says firmly. "If he doesn't, then you can punch me if you want and I won't say another word about him and you," he finishes earnestly.

"Fine," I sigh.

"Really? I didn't expect that to work."

"Well don't get too excited, I'm only doing it to get you to shut up. And this is the last time I'm letting you meddle in my love life." I turn on my heel and walk towards the Engine room where I'm sure Leo is.

I knock on the door and look in. When he asks me what's up, I blush like crazy, thinking about what my honest answer would be.

'Oh nothing, I just wanted to tell you that I'm gay, and by the way, I'm also in love with you.' No. That would not go over well. I'm going to have to be tactful about this. Then I proceed to stammer like an idiot. Way to be tactful. I'm vaguely aware that he's saying something, and then he makes a sarcastic remark.

"Shut up," I say, staring at his beautiful face as a smirk comes across it.

"No way. Make me." A challenge if I ever heard one. So I of course have to answer the challenge. I lunge at him, kissing him violently, pushing him against the wall. Warmth. That's the first thing I register while kissing him. He's so, so warm, it almost burns my skin where I'm touching him. I'm not really sure why, but he tastes like cinnamon. I pull back quickly, my face bright crimson.

"I'm sorry," I mutter.

"Why?" He asks incredulously. "That was awesome!" I smile slightly, looking down.

"This doesn't make any sense. We don't make any sense." I whisper.

"That's okay. Love doesn't make sense. It's basically a whole lot of crazy. So let's do it again," he whispers. And then he grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me in again, smiling against my lips.