You lie awake, thinking of him. How perfect he is. He much you wish you could be him. Or, more likely, you could have him. But that will never happen. And you know it. You are a loner. A nobody. A widely disliked half-blood.
He is the golden boy of Camp Half-Blood. Courageous, attractive, kind, loyal, and liked by nearly everyone. And he has the perfect girlfriend that he would never give up. She's beautiful, brave, smart, and tough. The perfect match for someone like him. You're not her. And you never will be. And that is but one of the many reasons you and he can never be together.
Another being that he looks at you as a little brother. Someone to look out for, but nothing more. There may be a bond between the two of you, but to him it will never be anything more than a brotherly connection. No matter how much you want it to be more.
The biggest reason, you realize, is that you are a boy, as is he. And even if you are not, he is as straight as a steel bar.
But steel can be bent. Twisted, to follow the wishes of its wielder.
This is a thought that has never occurred to you, your teenage angst blinding you from the truth.
The truth being that the object of your fancies is tired of pretending. Pretending he is who everyone thinks he is; the perfect hero with the charming features, the muscles, and the smokin' hot girl always at his side. Pretending to be in love with someone he isn't.
Which is why when he comes to your cabin one night for one sole reason, you are very surprised. Though you do not realize his intentions at first, you can see them plain and clear after the deed is done.
At precisely 1:13 in the morning, he knocks on your door. He's out past curfew. He's willing to risk that for you. You don't understand why.
You open the door, awkwardly letting him in. He says,
"Can we talk?"
You are confused. What could he possibly want to talk about with you?
"Okay," you respond after a short moment.
He sits down on your bed. You freak a bit.
"Annabeth and I broke up," he says, looking away from you. You don't know why. He always looks into people's eyes. It is a sign of respect.
"Why are you coming to me about this?" you ask him.
"Look, Neeks, I know you're not good with relationship stuff. That's not why I'm here. If I needed that I'd probably go to Jason. Or maybe Leo. But anyway. I'm here because... because I have to tell you something."
"Oh? And what would be so important you have to break curfew and come to my cabin in the middle of the morning? When I could so easily be asleep."
"But you weren't asleep."
"Whatever. Just move on."
"Okay. Well... Nico... You might think this is weird, but... I think I might be absolutely head over fucking heels in love with you."
You stand there, not knowing what to say. You instantly regret your silence because he clearly takes it the wrong way.
"Sorry, Nico... I'm just gonna go now..." He gets up and begins to head to the door but you stop him.
You grab his arm and say simply, "Don't be," before you pull him down to you and kiss him with everything you've been holding in this whole time.
He seems stunned for a moment, but you continue to press your lips to his because obviously he feels the same. Then he kisses you back with the same desperation you express to him.
After you break for air, you look up to his charming sea-green eyes and say, "I've loved you the whole time, you freakin' idiot."
FIN.