AU where Nico is just a grumpy history student with a crush on the Captain of the Swim Team in real life but has a alternate, internet famous secret identity that produces music and poetry and stuff that the Captain of the Swim Team reverently follows.

But neither of them knows.

You never meant to accidentally indirectly tell your crush you liked him. In fact, your intentions were to never tell him at all. The main reasons being a, you're a coward when it comes to emotions, and b, you're a guy too. Also, you're the unluckiest guy in history. So, it wasn't long before it came out.

However, you never expected it to be because of your blog.

You were sitting in World History one day. Mr. Chiron was lecturing the class on ancient Greek mythology, but you could care less. The only things you thought were at least relatively interesting were Hades, the god of the underworld (sick!), and the captain of the swim team who sat in front of you. You never noticed how his hair was oh-so-slightly tinted blue- that's a lie, you have. You wish your hair was tinted some color; yours was just ink black, falling in front of your eyes to mask your dark circles.

You feel something hit your shoulder. You turn around, and of course, it's Jason. You unfold the paper football that landed on your desk and read it. "Meet me at my locker after class," it read in his neat handwriting. You want your handwriting to be that legible, but, unfortunately, it's a scrawly script.

After another twenty minutes of doodling eighth notes in your binder, the bell rings. You sling your black backpack over your shoulder and begin the walk to Jason's locker. You can't find him in the dense crowd, but it doesn't matter.

You remember that song you were working on last night. Embarrassingly enough, you wrote, sang, and played all of the songs you wrote on your piano. You also tended to remix it a bit, but not too much that it overpowered the piano. You were writing the tune and lyrics to one of the old Italian songs your deceased sister Bianca sang to you. Although it must've been when you were around five, you remembered the song like it was yesterday.

You also posted the songs on your blog under the pseudonym "GhostKing". You were actually pretty famous on Tumblr, considering you had around two and a half million followers. You posted stuff like original songs, covers, sheet music, and, occasionally, daily experiences.

This was one of those experiences.

You had kind of zoned out as you were walking and you collided with somebody. You recoiled from the touch and would've fell to the ground if it wasn't for the hand placed at the small of your back.

"Watch where you're- oh." Percy's face is enough to stop your oncoming spiel right in its tracks. You may or may not have had a giant crush on him for four years. His hand suddenly got a lot hotter on your back.

"Sorry," he said, releasing you. You can feel the crimson growing on your face, from your ears to your cheeks.

"Hey, Nico! I just got a Tumblr so I wanted to tell you my username and URL..." Jason began, but you tuned him out. Did Percy really just do that?

"Nico?" he asked impatiently.

"Huh?" you say, caught red-handed, guilty of daydreaming of Percy, captain of the swim team.

"I was wondering if you could give me a shout-out?" Jason asked cheerfully.

"What, is he super popular or something?" Percy interjected. You give Jason a glare you hope he interprets correctly. He's known about your crush on Percy for a year or two now.

"Yeah, he has like two and a half million followers. So, will you?"

You nod slightly. Percy's jaw drops. "What do you post that gets you so many followers?" he asks, flabbergasted.

"N-nothing! I, uh, gotta go to fifth period. Bye, seeya later Grace," you interject loudly, rushing down the hall.

Is it bad the base of your spine still tingles from where Percy touched you?