DISCLAIMER: THESE CHARACTERS DONUT BELONG TO ME. THEY BELONG TO MR. RIORDAN.

Her lips were so soft, and they tasted like strawberries. They were moving along with mine and while we sat in the back corner of the mall's "secret" hall entrance into the restroom area. Nobody was able to see us unless they were turning the corner into the custodial area, which no one was, considering the hygiene in this place sucks. Her name was Reyna, and she was tall and had long dark hair. She was a leader and a nice person all around. It was the perfect moment.

Except for one thing.

This entire situation was disgusting. She smelled like a bush of roses threw up on her and then added a touch of old lady. She was too clingy and pushy, and she kept tugging at my shirt. God did I hate it. She kept licking my teeth like she thought I would let her put that nasty thing in my mouth. The worst part was the way she tasted. God, she tasted bad. It was like kissing a monkey, minus the hair, but with the bad breath.

Now I have nothing against this girl in particular. It's girls in general I don't like. Now I know that sounded extremely gay. But that's okay, considering I am, in fact, gay.

And that is what led me to almost vomiting on my coverup girlfriend that doesn't know she's a coverup.

Right before she almost succeeded in getting her tongue down my throat, I was able to think of an excuse to get away before I puked all over her.

"I'll be right back" I say.

"Okay. I'll be here."

I sort of jumped up and ran into the bathroom that was, conveniently, just around the corner. Once I got inside the door, I had just gotten to the nearest sink before emptying my stomach of its contents.

"Why do I do this myself?" I muttered, wishing that I didn't have to hide who I was from the world.

I rinsed my mouth out and turned to leave when I heard a whimper come from one of the stalls.

At first I thought I was hearing things, but when I heard it again, I knew something was wrong.

I walked over to the stalls, and gently pushes them each open until I found the one that was locked.

I guess whoever was in the stall heard me trying to push open the door, because I heard a small voice come from inside.

"Go away," *sniff* The voice sounded broken, so, being the caring, selfless, loving person that I am, I continued my efforts of getting into the stall.

"Sir, I'm afraid you are behind on your mortgage, and this place has been foreclosed. If you would be so kindly as to vacate the property, it would be greatly appreciated," I proclaimed in my best official sounding voice.

*sniff* "I don't need your help, now please just go away!" The voice was a little louder this time, but not very strong. I decided to use a different method.

I dropped onto my belly and shimmied under the gap between the stall door and the floor. When I got about halfway through, I looked up and saw a fifteen year-old boy with raven hair and dark brown eyes that were almost black. He was ghostly pale, and had puffy red eyes with tears streaming down his face.

He stared at me blankly, so I started speaking.

"Umm, if you could just open the door, this whole thing would be a whole lot easier,"

The ghost boy sighed, but nonetheless reached up and opened the door. Once it was opened all the way, I got up off the floor and dusted myself off.

"So would you mind telling me why you're crying in a bathroom stall?" I tried to put a humorous tone to the question, but it sounded more sad than funny.

But to my surprise, he actually started talking.

"I'm just done with people, you know. Now I know that I'm not normal, in more than one way, but that isn't an excuse for people to treat me like crap! I-I mean is it too much to ask for people to ask what's wrong instead of assuming I'm just upset for no reason? Every time I try to tell someone, they just load me up with medications that do nothing but make me feel worse, or send me to some douche who wants me to 'talk to him', like I'm gonna talk to a complete weirdo about my problems!" He starts ranting, and that's when I realize what he's holding.

Ghost boy is waving his arms around during this whole thing, and I take that opportunity to gently but firmly grab his wrist, and take away the butter knife that was most likely about to be misused.

He stops when he realizes that I know what he was about to do.

"Look, I know that this may look like a good idea, but it's not. It leads down a dark and dangerous path that is hard to come back from. Please don't do this," I reason with him quietly, trying to show him that I'm a friend.

He sniffs again, but nods.

"What if I get the urge? What to I do then?" He asks even quieter, as if the softer he says it, the less likely it will be.

I grabbed some toilet paper and a pen from my pocket, wrote down my cell number, and gave it to him.

"Then call me. I'm up at most all hours of the days, so don't feel as if your disturbing me. I can help you if that's what you need. I can be a friend," He grabbed the paper and put it in his pocket. I turn to leave, but he starts talking again.

"What's your name?"

"Leo Valdez" I say with a smirk. "What's yours?"

"Nico di Angelo."

"I'll see you later then, Nico di Angelo. And remember what I said." With that I walk out of the bathroom.

As I drove my "girlfriend" home, all I could think of was how much I wanted Nico to call me right then.

I don't know why, but I felt as if something very interesting is about to happen,

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Here it is. This is what you get for me not being able to update "How to Live Properly".

Anyways, I hope you guys liked it. I know it's been forever since I've updated anything, so I'm really sorry.