To those who read my other Solangelo story, I had the idea and just kind of wrote this. Gahh I have a Solangelo problem. I can't let them go! I need to work on my other writing dang it! But this is a quick written idea so I dunno... Thanks for reading though. Remember- I don't own PJO/HoO, Rick Riordan does. I also own none of the songs used in this story.

Chapter 1

Nico di Angelo didn't quite know how he felt right now. So many emotions were trying to push themselves to the surface, a feat which was phenomenal considering he rarely let his feelings show. If he had to choose the two strongest emotions threatening to overcome him were anger and despair. He was incredibly angry at Will, Apollo, the Fates, and just about everyone except for Hazel. His despair, however, was for how he was going to survive with the curse that had just been placed on him by Apollo of all deities. Why could Persephone just turn him into a dandelion again? Actually, at this point he wouldn't mind it if Eros struck him with a hate arrow. Zeus could incinerate him for all he cared.

As one could tell, the sole son of Hades was not having a good day.

"Dad!" Will Solace yelled at the latest camp director, also known as the god of the sun among other things. "Why did you do that?"

Apollo simply shrugged. "He was upsetting you, Will. Also, I think it will be fun to see how this plays out. Your camp got boring awfully fast and now I have some entertainment. Nico, would you care to voice your frustrations about your predicament?"

Said dark-haired demigod glared daggers, swords, arrows, and about twenty other forms of weapons at the god without uttering a word. If he opened his mouth he would regret it.

"Fine," the deity said with a smile. "However, tonight at the campfire you will be singing a song. The Poseidon Cabin went last time, Zeus before that, and now it is your turn. If you don't pick a song willingly I will tell you what song to sing, and I'll have you know I've been watching Frozen a lot lately. It would be wise to choose yourself lest the other campers want to hear Hades' son singing 'Do You Want to Build a Snowman?'. Anyway, good luck with opening up and all that! Bye, Will!"

And then he was gone, leaving Will and Nico standing outside the Hades Cabin with nearby campers staring at them curiously.

A moment passed before either demigod did anything, Will Solace simply looked at Nico with apologetic blue eyes.

"Nico," he started hurriedly, "I am so sorry about this. There was no way I could have known he—"

"It's too late to apologize, it's too late."

Brown eyes widened as he sang a version of what he had meant to snarl. Terror flooded him as Will's face morphed into one of surprise, but he credited the son of Apollo for not laughing.

"Um, unless you're okay with singing what you more or less want to say I suggest as your friend to keep the talking to a minimum. Please, just take a minute to hear me out. I wasn't trying to baby you, alright? I wasn't fretting over you just because I'm a healer. You're my friend, Nico, and I care about you."

Gingerly, the younger teenager nodded. Of course he knew Will cared. He had basically attached himself to the son of Hades ever since his three days in the infirmary a week ago. They were practically inseparable, which Nico usually appreciated except when he was having… problems. Problems which included nightmares telling him he was worthless, making fun of him for developing a major crush on his newest friend, and moreover leaving him in a bad mood that made him lash out at everyone around him. Since Will was almost always around him, this meant he had to deal with the irritable demigod. How he put up with him Nico had no idea.

After a few seconds of silence, Nico pointed to himself and then back to Will, gesturing between them and giving him a meaningful look.

Will brightened at his actions, causing the younger's heart to skip a beat.

Gods, he's adorable. All he has to do is smile and I'm reduced to a blushing mess, Nico thought to himself.

With a sigh, he pointed to the door before walking into his cabin. Until he was dragged to dinner by Will, Jason, or Percy he was going to lie low for a while. Anything to avoid the embarrassment he knew would come soon.

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"Why so quiet, Neeks? I mean, you're usually like this, but I've been hearing rumors about you getting cursed by a certain god of poetry. Do you have to speak in rhymes if you talk?"

Those at the Hades table, which was basically the Seven and his table after the war, watched him carefully as he sighed. No, he was not going to give them the entertainment of him making a fool out of himself. If he spoke now, then everyone around him would know the real problem. Sure being cursed to rhyme was bad, but singing had to be way worse. Nico di Angelo, the Ghost King, Prince of the Underworld, and son of Hades singing? No way in Tartarus.

As if hearing his thoughts, Jason frowned at Leo. Yes, the son of Hephaestus had returned from the dead. He actually made quite the entrance, riding in on Festus with Calypso sitting behind him. Even when Piper punched him in the face for dying, he still was able to crack a variety of jokes amidst the crying and cheering.

"Dude, be nice to Nico. He doesn't have to talk if he doesn't want to."

Annabeth and Piper nodded from either side of Jason, but Percy looked a bit disappointed.

"Well he can at least write us a note on what happened, right?" The son of Poseidon questioned. Annabeth rose an eyebrow at her boyfriend, telling him to elaborate on exactly why he wanted to know. "What? I'm genuinely curious. Apollo is a chill dude and for him to just curse my bro like that he must have a good reason."

"Maybe he got in a fight with his new friend," Leo offered. "Will Solace, was it? The guy who gave me a tour of camp when I first got here and gave me an ice pack for the black eye Pipes generously bestowed upon me?"

Percy grinned. "That's the guy! Well, Nico, if you did something to him then I'm going to have to side with Apollo. I owe Will for saving Annabeth during the Second Titan War. No hard feelings?"

Nico rolled his eyes, about to nod when he felt a tap on the shoulder. He turned his head around to see the topic of their conversation.

"Hey, Death Boy. I just wanted to give you this." Will smiled easily as he handed his friend a cup of hot tea brewed specifically to keep the poison from his werewolf scratches at bay. Since the wounds were so tricky they were taking treatment slow to make sure they healed efficiently. This meant constant cleanings, wrappings, and other small things to make sure it eventually disappeared without scarring. Will took his job seriously after all.

A small smile slipped onto Nico's face as he nodded in appreciation.

"Oh, and make sure you eat plenty," the blonde said. "You keep skipping meals and that's never good. It's especially bad for you since you're already underweight. Seriously, di Angelo, it must have taken weeks without food to get you the way you are. I know you can summon skeletons, but I don't want you to become one, alright?"

Everyone at the table froze, Jason having desperately tried to stop Will from talking with his gestures but failing epically. Nico just sat there, a grimace forming within seconds as he tried not to get too angry. Will had no idea he had been pulled into Tartarus and stuck in a jar for days. He didn't know that was why he could barely keep food down unless he ate a little bit at a time. It wasn't his fault he didn't know, and yet…

Nico stood up fast, fists curled at his sides as he screamed at Will silently. The son of Apollo merely blinked, glancing at the five of the Seven and Calypso for help.

"We can't, uh, say anything about what happened," Jason explained (or didn't) quickly. "But during the quest to defeat Gaea he was in a situation and went without food for a while. It's a touchy subject, and he's trying, so just drop it."

Immediately Will went from looking confused to guilty.

"Oh gods, Nico, I didn't mean to— I hate upsetting— please don't be angry—"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, don't want to hear it! Get out, get out, get out; get out of my way!" He burst out, those in the dining pavilion going quiet. For a moment he was mortified by the fact that now people knew that his curse was, but he was so overwhelmed with Will right now he cast his mortification to the side.

"Out of his mind," he started, "away, pushes him whispering, must have been out of his mind. Mid-day delusions of pushing this out of his head, maybe out of his mind. All alone he turns to stone while holding his breath half to death. Terrified of what's inside, to save his life he crawls like a worm from a bird. Crawls like a worm from a bird," he sang, eyes scathing the blue-eyed beauty before him.

"Nico," Will tried, "I don't understand. C'mon, let's talk about it in the infirmary or your cabin. The other campers watching and I know you don't feel comfortable around so many—"

"Oh you think that you know me, know me? That's why I'm leaving you lonely, lonely. 'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me, you don't know a thing about me. You ain't got the right to tell me when and where to go, no right to tell me. Acting like you own me lately, yeah baby you don't know a thing about me. You don't know a thing about me."

With that he shadow traveled back to his cabin despite the fact it left him horribly drained. It was a good thing he ended up only a step away from his bed, because he only stayed awake for a moment before passing out on top of the covers.

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In order of appearance:

Apologize by Timbaland ft. One Republic

Shut Up! by Simple Plan

The Bird and the Worm by The Used

Mr. Know It All by Kelly Clarkson