Hi everyone. Thanks for reading this Solangelo fanfic. I know the beginning is a little slow, but it will definitely pick up in the following chapters. Feedback is always great, and I hope you like it...

Chapter 1:

"Okay, you said you want me in the infirmary three days. Here I am," I huff and try to act annoyed. "I should be the least of your worries. I summoned a skeleton this morning and only faded for like an hour."

"You did what?" Will whips his head around and his blonde curls follow, bobbing around his head cutely. "I told you not to do any more Underworldl-y stuff. I might make you stay an extra day for defying the doctor's orders."

I tap my foot and lean on the infirmary wall. Will and his Apollo campers have set up a temporary field hospital near the Strawberry Fields for all the wounded demigods. He drops his bandages and pokes me right in the chest. "You are not fading into oblivion on my watch. From now on, you're limited to here and the Mess Hall. Nowhere else."

I stare at him dumbly. "What-? You can't do that! You can't just tell me where I can and can't do." I try and act mad, because it's impossible to act mad in front of him.

Will locks eyes with me and I control myself from being lost in them. "Well too bad, Death Angle, for once you don't get what you want." He nudges me out of his way and walks to the door. "This is your room for the next few days. Get comfortable. I'll be back in a few minutes to start your checkup."

"Angel Boy? What does that even mean?" I look at him in confusion. Did he just give me a nickname? Will doesn't even respond, he leaves the room and I let out my breath. What's been going on in my mind has been hard to come to terms with. I've just gotten over Percy and now I'm deeper in love with someone else.

I huff again and sit on the bed. The room looks pretty professional, it has a bed, sink, and a bathroom. I go to the sink and wash my face, hoping to clear my mind. The butterflies from my chest haven't left, but they feel oddly good.