Nico's POV

I picked up the remote and changed the channel from Comedy Central to Spike. The amateur comedian was pretty horrible and I wouldn't expect him to go very far in the comedic business. Besides, CSI is pretty damn amazing.

I watched as Grisom analyzed every angle possible of a miniature model of some room which a homicide had occurred in.

The miniature killer.

Gods, how many episodes were there on this person?

As I was attempting to count the amount of episodes that included the miniature killer, there was a knock at my door.

I stood up from my leather couch- a gift from my father- and walked across my dark apartment. I looked through the peephole and saw the person I least expected to show up at my door; it was Thalia.

When I opened the door, my breath caught in my throat. Her sleek, black hair was a couple inches past her shoulders and it seemed to be pretty straight with just a few spots where it was starting to become wavy. Her skin was tan and clean; her eyes were a startling blue with a look of readiness in them.

Almost everything looked like it had the last time I saw her- Green Day t-shirt, black skinny jeans, black Converse- except for the fact that she didn't have the huntresses' glow anymore.

So the rumors were true- Thalia Grace was no longer the lieutenant of the huntresses.

Thalia seemed to be able to read my thoughts.

"I'm not talking about it, so don't waste your breath," she informed me as she walked by me.

I closed the door and turned the light on. I tried to keep my eyes from widening.

Now that I could see Thalia even better, I had to admire her body. She was a healthy weight and had some curves. I could see the muscles in her legs, despite her jeans, and some muscles in her arms. She had a shitload of confidence- and from time to time, cockiness- and, believe it or not, class.

She was beautiful. Hell, she was the sexiest woman I've ever seen- even if she was only fifteen. Wait, was she sixteen now?

"How old are you?" I blurt out.

"I should be twenty-two, but I'm sixteen now," she said to me over her shoulder, while walking over to the couch and sitting down.

I sat down beside her, making sure that there isn't a huge-ass gap between us, but also making sure that I'm not crowding her. I picked up the remote and muted the TV.

"I'm guessing that you don't live here alone?" she asks while kicking her shoes off.

"I have a roommate, Carlos, he's nineteen and he's actually in one of his night classes, right now, down at the community college." I'm babbling.

"Well, good for him," she nods her head and I imitate her without realizing it at first," how'd you guys meet?" I'm not sure if she actually cares or if she's just making small talk.

"High school. We were in the same social group- still are," I answer, while debating if I should ask the question that's on my mind or not.

"He's not going to freak if he comes home and finds me here, is he?" she looks a little wary.

"No, he's pretty chill," I assure her.

"Okay." She nods her head again, but I don't imitate her this time.

Well, this is going nowhere.

I decide to just take a risk and ask, "Why are you here?"

She turns her body towards mine and folds her hand in her lap, "I needed a place to go where people wouldn't pester me with questions. I figured that you would be smart enough to keep your mouth shut. Weird, I know," she smirks at me.

"Thanks so much," my voice was dripping was sarcasm.

"Yeah, so if you've decided to be stupid, as usual, and ask me questions and try to piss me off for fun, tell me now."

That was Thalia- always being straight forward and just getting the point across loud and clear.

"I'll try not to," I actually mean it, too. I know how it feels to feel like you're at the bottom of the bottom.

She turns her body back towards the direction of the TV and leans back. I pick up the remote, once more, and turn the volume back on.

I didn't really pay attention to the show for two reasons: one, I had seen this episode so many times it wasn't even funny, and two, I was distracted by Thalia.

Why did she come here? She could've chosen to be alone, yet she chose to be with me. Did that mean anything? She had only been here once for a party, about a year ago, yet she remembered where it was. Did that mean anything?

Gods, I haven't seen her in months, why aren't I saying anything!

"Want anything to drink?" I asked her.

Smooth, Nico.

"Just some water, thanks." Her eyes didn't leave the screen.

I walked over to the kitchen area and grabbed a glass cup from the wooden cabinet, and opened the door to the stainless steel refrigerator to fill the glass with water. When the glass was filled, I walked back to Thalia and handed her the glass.

This time, she tore her gaze away from the screen and took the glass from my outstretched arm.

"Thanks," she said before sucking down half of the glass.

Damn.

"You want me to get you some more?" I offered.

"No thanks." She set the glass down on the dark cherry wood coffee table." When's your roommate going to be home?"

Wasn't expecting that one.

"Sometime after nine." I looked at the clock on the cable box. It was seven thirty.

I sat back down; there was still time left if she wanted to be out of here before Carlos got back.

"Is that a problem?" I raised my eyebrows at her.

She didn't answer me. Instead, she stood up in front of me and put her hands on my shoulders. She was bending over slightly and her face couldn't have been more than two feet away from mine. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just sat there and waited for her to do whatever it was that she was going to do.

She sat down on my lap and straddled me. She put her hands behind my neck and her face couldn't have been more than a foot away.

"You know one good thing about not being a huntress anymore?" her voice was low.

She didn't let me respond," I'm a bachelorette again and we're both sixteen now."

"Isn't that two things?" I smirked.

Her face was about ten inches away, "Does it matter?"

"I guess not," it was getting harder to breathe, but that wasn't the only thing that was getting harder.

Six inches away.

"Your guess is right, Dead Boy. Congratulations," her voice was getting lower and lower.

Three inches away and I just couldn't stand it any longer.

I made those three inches disappear and it felt like a fire had begun to burn inside of me when my lips met hers.

Her fingers immediately tangled in my hair and I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Out tongues battled for dominance and, eventually, we ended up lying down on the couch with Thalia on the bottom and myself on the top.

Thalia was- surprisingly- an amazing kisser. What was even more surprising was the fact that this wasn't just a hot make-out session; there was passion in the kisses.

Thalia began to pull my shirt up and I pulled away from her lips for a split second so I could get it off. In no time at all, my lips were back on hers and she was running her hands up my eight-pack. I was moaning uncontrollably, but I didn't really care; all I wanted was for her to never stop.

I ran my right hand up her shirt and started stroking her skin, which got her moaning.

It seemed like there wasn't any time in the world and I didn't have a problem with it.

Then, while Thalia was kissing my neck, the phone rang.

"Shit," I murmured. I didn't want any interruptions.

"Forget the damn phone," Thalia said breathlessly.

Damn, the sound of her voice was a turn on.

Her lips were back on mine and I used my hand to put it on the back of her head to pull her even closer, if that were possible. She moaned and my body seemed to heat up a little bit.

It was amazing, what she could do to me.

The phone was still ringing. I wish it would just stop already. That damn thing should know how important this moment is to me. Ridiculous, I know, but still.

I reluctantly pulled my lips away from Thalia's, "I need to get that," I told her, even though my body was screaming at me to never stop.

But that was the problem. I was afraid that if I let my body have its way, Thalia and I would take it too far. I wasn't ready for that- I didn't even have a condom and I sure as hell wasn't searching the apartment to see if Carlos had one- and I was pretty sure that Thalia wasn't ready either. Plus, I didn't want to cause myself to have too many regrets.

I quickly walked over to where the phone was and answered it.

"Hello?" I tried not to sound breathless.

"Hey man! Class has ended and my lady wants to see a movie," Carlos' cheerful voice boomed through the speaker of the phone, "I just didn't want you to freak out and think that I was lying dead on the streets when I didn't come home."

I wanted to tell him that I wouldn't freak out because I would feel it if he died, but instead, I just said, "That's cool. Tell Ashley I said hi."

"You got it. I'll see you later."

"Bye."

Click.

I turned around to see Thalia still lying in the same position I had left her in, with her arms at her side. Her chest was heaving.

I slowly walked over to her, unsure of what to say or do. She sat up, when I was about two feet away, and pulled her knees to her chest. Her expression was blank as she stared at the couch cushion.

I placed my right hand on her left knee and let out a deep breath I wasn't even aware that I had been holding in.

"Did you mean it?" Thalia's voice was guarded.

"Mean what?" I was confused. Did I say something while we were making out? I tried to remember, but I couldn't.

"Did you kiss me because you were horny or did it mean something to you?" I could hear in her voice that she was starting to regret everything.

That was a punch in the gut.

"It meant something to me, but if you want to forget it, fine."

If you read between the lines, I'm actually saying: "This fucking meant something to me and if you stomp on my heart and just walk out of here, I'll hold a grudge against you. It's what I do. Deal with it."

She raised her head and searched my face with her eyes. A couple of seconds passed before she put her right hand on my cheek and draped her legs over mine. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close. She put her lips on mine for one slow, passionate kiss. When she pulled back, her eyes seemed to shine.

"I need to go," she stood up and briskly walked to the door.

I followed behind her, "What happens now?" I needed to know- wasting time wasn't something that I liked to do.

She abruptly turned around and put her arms around my neck. It was automatic for me to put my hands on her hips.

"If you touch another girl like you've touched me tonight and I find out, you will live with your father for eternity and I'll make sure that your death is slow and painful," her voice was low and dangerous.

I raised my eyebrows in slight shock, "Harsh words."

"Do I look like I care?" her eyebrows were raised as well, but not in shock.

"Do I look like the cheating type to you?"

"So I do look like I care? That sucks."

"You're such a smartass," I paused, "And I am not a fucking cheater."

"We'll see," she murmured before leaning in for another kiss.

I could get used to this.

She pulled back, "I should probably leave now or I'll end up staying here forever."

"Good," I grinned.

"I'm sure it is."

She broke our embrace, opened the door, and stepped out into the night. I watched her walk to her car and drive off before closing the door.

I need more surprise visits from her.

A/N: So how was it? I'm sick, so I wrote it on paper last night and, oh my gosh, I was leaving out words and using bad grammar. Oh my gosh, I hope this isn't too bad. D: So tell me, did it suck? Did you like it? Which one is it? Tell me in a review. :]