It was a hot summer day at Camp Half Blood. Well at least for Nico, although the air was regulated in camp boundaries Nico still thought it was hot. Things were going so slow until the big incident had occurred. Now Nico was just walking around in the dense forest full of Gods know what. Well they probably do, but whatever. Nico kept walking. He couldn't believe the events that had transpired today. Why was it so hot? He hated heat. He hated the sun beating down on his pale skin. He hated that this weather made him so grumpy and no one likes a grumpy Nico. He kicked a stick, "Stupid Stick", he muttered.
So he was already in a bad mood when it had happened. Stupid camp, stupid gossip was all Nico could think about. Well, and another person, but after today things wouldn't be the same, ever. Nico smiled at past memories and emotions, but caught himself and frowned. There was no use to dwell. Nico decided then to pay attention to the forest. The sounds were quite comforting, if not eerie. The birds sang. The scary creatures lurked. The twigs snapped.
The twigs snapped? Nico stopped walking and there it was again. He wasn't afraid of fighting monsters, but he'd rather not. It was too hot. Just as Nico was going to pull out his sword he stopped. He saw a person and not just any person. Nico relaxed, slightly, and wished it had indeed been a monster. He began to walk again, and maybe said person would leave Nico alone.
"Nico?" A timid voice called out. Nico, of course, knew whose voice it was. He didn't turn back. It was for the better. He kept walking.
"Nico!" The voice called out once more this time steady and annoyed. Nico turned to face the boy that was standing behind him not more than four feet away. How he wished he hadn't. Ironically, the boy had just arrived for Nico to stop in a clearing and the sun fell on the boy's skin ever so nicely, at least in Nico's eyes. The light shimmered off the thin sheen of sweat that passed down the boy's arm muscles. Nico looked at the boy in the orange camp shirt and wondered why his shirt didn't fit him quite that nicely. The boy wasn't built, but he had muscles that were there. He had the lines, the cuts. Nico took in the boy's dark, perfect, hair and finally looked into the sea blue eyes that were Percy's.
"May I help you?" Nico said with his usual sarcastic tone. Percy looked at him and smiled slightly. Percy was just far too happy. Even so, Nico felt his poor heart speed up and his skin start to tingle. That smile could melt glaciers on the coldest days, and well it wasn't doing Nico any good the state he was in. Percy walked up, closer, to Nico. Why was he even here? Percy sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with lack of controlled awkwardness.
"Nico," Percy started as said boy started to turn to leave. If he wanted to be awkward that was all the confirmation that Nico needed. "Wait! Look I know this isn't easy, but you know I don't want anything to change. You mean a lot to me and I wouldn't want to lose you. You really mean a lot." Percy finished and looked at Nico straight in the eyes. Those dark eyes.
Percy's eyes were smoldering Nico's. All Nico could think about was the fact that he wanted to be as close to Percy as possible. Percy took Nico's arm, but Nico shrugged him away. Sadness crashed over Nico as he knew what he had to say, but it had to be done, or he would hate himself even more later. He loved Percy he really did.
"Apparently not enough." Nico muttered his dark hair falling in his face as he pulled his eye's away from Percy's and continued to walk away deeper and deeper into the shadow's of the forest.
