Hey peeps. It's Laila here. Alright, I do love the PJO and HOO series, so I'm going to try a fanfic. It's mainly about the life of an older Nico Di Angelo. Oh yeah, Nico is bi, so I'm still not sure who he'll end up with.

And before I forget, here is a lovely disclaimer inspired by jodyowl11.

Me: These characters belongs to me, and me only.
Nico: Yeah... nope. Tell the truth.
Me: Fine, Uncle Rick and I co-wrote PJO.
Nico: Laila... when are you going to learn.
Me: FINE! These characters belong solely to Uncle Rick. You happy now?
Nico: Yep.

Okay. I'll get started.


In all 18 years plus 70 or so years of no time felt passing by of Nico Di Angelo's life did he expect Percy and Annabeth to have a fight. Let's admit it, shall we. Percabeth is never going to break up. Nico thought he was safe. But nope, it just so happens that on a certain Saturday morning, Nico received a phone call.

Nico could hear his best friend wailing that he and Annabeth had a fight, how all hope was over, he would never eat blue food ever again and Hades knows what.

He tried in vain to get him to calm down when suddenly, the phone clicked off. Yep, this is it, Percy's dead, Annabeth killed him, Nico thought.

He sighed. Nico had told Percy to not let his guard down when Annabeth is mad. He reached for his black iPhone to call Hades when it rang again. Percy.

Nico gulped. "Hey Annabeth," He said tentatively, "When is the funeral, I ordered a sea green-" Percy cut him off. "Annabeth did not kill me. We made up!"

Nico should have known. Percy and Annabeth were never going to stay mad for long. If only his life was like that.

Yes, he had gotten over Percy and tried dating again, both guys and girls. Nothing had really clicked though and after a couple of dates, they didn't really talk about meeting up again.

After Nico turned 18 three month ago, he had left Camp Half-Blood to live on his own in Manhattan in a tiny studio apartment so he could go to med school.

He had decided to become a doctor and after applying at so many different places, he finally made it.

Nico switched off the phone and fell backward onto his hard mattress.

He knew he should probably get some sleep but he couldn't live without his daily dose of the Internet. So with a sigh, Nico pulled out his old crappy laptop and stared at it until he fell softly asleep.

But only after a hour of peaceful resting, he heard a loud crash. He peered out the apartment window and the noise seemed to be coming from the trash cans. He assumed it was a raccoon and fell asleep again.

What he didn't know, is that hidden in the dumpster was a person which was now quietly swearing colorfully.


DUN DUN DUNNN! Who is it, will we find out tomorrow, or next week depending on how fast ideas come? Who knows? Oh wait, I do. Byeeeeeee!

-ATLF