Summary: Most people think love is just a word; I used to be one of those people but, until you have actually felt it, you might want to keep quiet. Love is a feeling you will never get tired of…usually. But for me, Nico di Angelo, I am. Especially since I might be the tiniest bit….. gay and also attracted to, Greek hero, Percy Jackson.

I open my eyes to find Persephone hanging over me, I yelp and leap out of bed. "What are you doing in my room?" I yell at her. My question wasn't answered with words but a blush from her. "What?" I ask. I turn around to look in my mirror and I realized I had slept in just my plaid pants. "Persephone go!" I ordered. All she did was stand there and said "I know you like him". Those lines shut me up completely, i couldn't even breathe. "H-h-how?" I stammered. "Nico, sweetie you should know by now I tend to find stuff out and then mess with them so, I am going to mess with you. Your going to camp this summer!" she exclaimed. I just stared at her in complete shock. I couldn't go to camp because Percy was gonna be there and even worse Annabeth was going to be there with him. Apparently Persephone knew exactly what i was thinking because she said "Trust me, we are gonna take Percy right from under Annabeth's nose". All I could say was "OMG! You really do love me!" with a cheeky smile. In return she gave me a hug and mumbled something like "Yeah sure...but, I kinda like Percy better...". I just rolled my eyes at her comment but I couldn't stop smiling.

After getting dressed and packed for camp, I headed to the lounge to talk to Persephone about her plan. I walk in to find my father instead. His face is blank as a sheet of paper and he doesn't seem to be breathing, even though he doesn't need to. I was about to ask what going on but he beat me to the punch. "Nico why did you keep this from me?" he asked.

Uh-oh.

I try to play it off."What do you mean?".

"Oh you know exactly what I mean. About you liking this Peter Johnson"

"Its Percy Jackson" I corrected but, then I wish i'd never said that because now he knows I like him "I'm gay". Now was the time he looked up, with a face that was hard to read but surprisingly, I found some pride. I was so shocked I took a step back and knocked down a vase but, I shadow traveled down to catch it. I placed it back on the table to find my father standing beside with a rare smile. "I'm sorry" I apologized.

"Its okay son. I'm very proud of you, it takes a real man to admit he is gay". He stated. I was out of words but then I did something I never though I would do in a million years, I hugged him. He was surprised but he accepted and returned my hug to both of our surprise.