A/N: This is basically a collection of one-shots about Will Solace and friends. Other minor characters like Nyssa, Pollux, and Castor will appear, as well as two OC's Olivia and Leah. One other character, Austin isn't really mine, because his name was mentioned during the battle on the Williamsburg Bridge in the Last Olympian, I'm just making his character. I also apologize for the use of OC's for those who don't like them; I find it rather ironic that I'm one of the those people, but anyways they're here because I needed minor female characters with certain godly parents.
Brothers:
Summary: The first one-shot in this collection. Basically, a ten year old Will meets a new friend, who just might appear later on. This one only features Austin and Will (They don't know anything about demigods during this).
Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series belongs to Rick Riordan. I do not own any of this; this is purely fan fiction and is made for entertainment.
Brothers
Ring, ring
I looked up at the door of my mom's music store to see a lady and a boy walk in. I was currently practicing playing one of the guitars sold in the instrument store. It's not a very big building, but it's near the beach and one of the most popular instrument shop in all of Santa Cruz. My mom and I live on the second floor, that way we are always around to run the shop.
Santa Cruz is a surfer town along the coast of California, but not too many people live here. The beach here is ideal for surfing because there are barely any sharks or jellyfish in the crystal clear water.
"Um, hello, can I help you?" I asked quickly, setting the guitar back. I stood up and brushed my hands against my pants as the lady walked up to me.
"Are there any adults that work here?" she snarled. Just one look at this lady, and anyone could tell you she was one of those snobby, elitist socialites. It made me wonder why she came to a tiny instrument shop in a surfer town.
"Yes, ma'am, let me go get someone," I answered politely. I ran into the back room behind the counter where my mother was handcrafting a guitar.
"Mom, we have a customer," I said.
"Ok, sweetie, I'll be right out." She set down the half-finished guitar and followed me back to the people.
"How can I help you?" My mom asked politely, but I could tell she had the same opinion as I had of the lady.
"Daphne Cromwell," The lady snapped, "My son Austin here wants a custom guitar. Price is not an issue." She turned to the boy. "I'll send a driver to pick you up later. Tell this woman - "
"- Jenna Solace - " My mom filled in.
"- Tell her what guitar you want. Stay out of trouble." The way she said the last part made it sound more like "Don't mess up my image".
Her son nodded and she walked briskly out of the store. I looked out of the clear glass door as the lady hopper into a limo. The boy, on the other hand, began looking at the guitars with interest.
"Do you know what kind of guitar you want sweetie?" My mom asked him.
He looked shocked briefly, but then motioned to a acoustic guitar. "This kind."
My mom reached over and picked up the guitar. "Do you want it custom made? Like a smaller size or a different color?"
The boy contemplated it for a moment. "Can I get a red guitar made for my size now, and a black one for when I'm grown?"
My mother nodded and began going over the details with him. I studied him curiously, having nothing else to do.
He looked about eleven or twelve judging by his face, but he was easily a foot taller than me. He also radiated rich and snobby, like his mother. His shirt, a maroon v-neck with sunglasses hanging in the collar, reeked of cologne. Over his shirt was a custom white leather jacket, black skinny jeans with a single thin silver chain, the end of a white canvas belt dangling around his right thigh , and shiny red high tops. His bleach blonde hair was cut short; all messy like someone had ran their hands through it, and stiff from whatever gel had been rubbed in it. He constantly shifted the strap of his black backpack around on his shoulder.
"Alright dear, it'll be a while," my mom told the boy, "Will, why don't you go play with Austin? See what he would like to do while I make his guitars."
"Okay mom."
I turned to the boy. "So…"
" 'Sup."
"So, your name's Austin?" I asked.
"Yep." He said, popping the 'p', "What's yours?"
"Will Solace."
"Solace. That's a cool last name," he nodded.
"Thanks," I said, "So…uh, what would you like to do?"
He mulled it over. "You play hoops?" he finally asked.
"Hoops?" I asked, confused.
"Hoops. Basketball," he explained.
"Oh," I nodded, "I've never really played it before."
"Never played hoops?" he stared at me like he couldn't believe his eyes. "Well I guess you better try now. Do you know anywhere we can play?"
I sighed. "Well, there's an old backboard hanging over the driveway in the back. I don't have a ball though."
He grinned. "I've got us covered. Lead the way." I gave a faint smile and began to head out back. I held him out the front door, down the porch steps, along the sidewalk, into the small parking lot out back. A worn wooden backboard with a rusty hoop hung above the door to the garage where my mom parked her car. Palm trees provided us with shade from the sun and the sea breeze kept the air cool.
"So you have a hoop out in your backyard but you've never played hoops before?" Austin patronized.
I shook my head, as did Austin.
"Doesn't the pavement burn your feet?" he asked, motioning to my bare feet. Because of living on the beach, I have rarely ever worn shoes.
"I'm used to it. I don't really wear shoes a lot," I answered.
Austin plopped his backpack down on the ground and unzipped it. He pulled out a bright orange basketball. It must've been new because it looked spotless.
"Let's play," he grinned, tossing the ball from hand to hand. "All you do is aim for the hoop. It if bounce it off the backboard, it'll go in. Each basket is worth two points. First one to twenty points wins."
He passed me the ball. I held it, watching him as he took his jacket, then his shirt with the Ray Bans off and stuffed them into the backpack.
"Workin' on my tan," he explained, motioning to his bare torso. I didn't understand why because to me, he looked tan already. He also looked older without the shirt, with his chiseled chest that matched his chiseled face.
I passed the ball back to him so I could take off my own shirt as well.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yep." I nodded and we began to play.
Honestly, I did much better than I expected. Even Austin was amazed at how good I was for never playing before. The game ended 20 – 18 with Austin victor. I don't really know why I was so good, just that it felt natural to me.
"Good game," I grinned at him, sweat dripping off my face.
He looked shocked, that no one had ever said that to him before. "You too."
"You want to go grab a water or something?" I asked.
"Sure."
"You might want to take your shoes off," I recommended.
He nodded and threw he shoes with his other stuff. "Hot, hot!" he yelled, hopping around on the pavement.
I laughed as we began jogging towards the sand. Luckily, we only had to go the length of a football field to get to the beach.
"That'll be two bucks," the guy at the water stand said, handing us the bottles.
I began frantically digging around in the pockets of my cargo shorts.
"Here, and keep the change," Austin said, handing the guy a hundred dollar bill. The guy just stared at it before putting it in the register.
"You have that guy a ninety-eight dollar tip," I stared at Austin like he was insane.
Austin just shrugged. "I've got more money." He took a sip of the water and looked at the sand as he walked.
"So, you got any siblings?" I asked him as we began walking along the shore. Surfers slowly began to get out of the water and the sun started to set.
"Nope. My mom didn't even want to have me," he muttered.
"Why not?"
"She never wanted kids because they're work. Plus she's a model and she didn't want to ruin her figure," he explained, "She only had me as an accident. She got drunken one night at a bar, and, well…. that stuff. My dad never knew about me. My mom said he left her before she could even say goodbye. I hate his guts."
"Oh." I looked around at the ocean. "My dad left my mom too. She always says I look just like him."
"What happened to you dad?" he asked.
"My mom said he had to go bring sunlight to the world. So maybe he's a missionary or a priest or something. Maybe he's a soldier fighting in the war or something, she'll never give me a straight answer," I said.
We were both quiet for a while. It was Austin who broke the silence. "So, how old are you?"
"Ten," I answered, "You?"
"Eleven."
Another awkward silence filled the air.
"We better get back," I said.
"Yeah."
He didn't say another word until he had to go. It was seven o'clock and the limo driver had just come to pick him up. My mom had promised to mail the guitars to him, as they were still unfinished.
"Bye Austin," I said.
"See ya later, bro," he grinned, patting me on the back. "You'd be a pretty cool bro Will." With that he hopped into the limo and the driver closed the door
"You too," I mumbled to myself as I watched the limo, and my new friend, drive off.
Sorry if this one seems rather pointless, it's mostly for setting up the characters. I hope it didn't end to early, but I've been in those awkward situations before and that's what it seemed like to me. I hope it was good :) I'll try and update soon