A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! This story is inspired by Kelly Clarkson's song, Heartbeat Song.

14/02/2016

Disclaimer: With the exception of my own plots/OC's, etc.; Rick Riordan owns the rest (quotes, characters, etc.).

.: Solangelo Valentine's Day :.

|By the Book|

"I'll do anything for you," Will said softly. "If it means climbing mountains, or swimming across the river to hold you for even one minute, I will." His calm demeanor washed away, replaced with frustration. "Arghh! What am I saying? That sounds so cheesy. Like a pick-up line or something."

Tomorrow was Valentine's Day. Even though people didn't take the Holiday seriously anymore, the Healer recently had good advice thrown at him. Literally.

About a week ago, he helped heal the son of Aphrodite—Mitchell. Well, if you could call it 'heal'. Apparently, warts on the foot were such a horrible sight, so all Will could do for the anxious teenager: soak it in water.

As Mitchell thanked the son of Apollo two days later, (since the wart disappeared), he thrust a book at the flummoxed blond: Asking Out for Dummies.

And yeah, Will did read the book (plus the small biography of the author, since Will didn't understand why anyone will even write this book).

The first step was to interact with your crush. Befriend. Whatever.

So Will did just that...

February 9th

(Step 1: Interact more with your crush. Preferably by doing activities that keep adrenaline pumping. That way, hormones rush through better. Try to sound upbeat and fun. Nobody likes a sourpuss.)

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Will walked in the Hades cabin, his bag filled with essential stuff. Taking a deep breath, he stepped/bounced in to see a dumbfounded Italian, who was sitting on the bed. "Nico! Hey, let's go outside and play!"

Nico stared at Will. "Uh . . . what?"

"Come on, Death Boy, you need exercise." Will tried to look upbeat, getting the ball out. "Ah. Never mind. Let's play inside here!"

Before Nico could object, Will passed the volleyball . . . Or tried to. It crashed onto Nico's nightstand, the lamp and alarm crashing to the floor.

"Sorry!" the son of Apollo sheepishly picked the clock and lamp up.

Nico rolled out of his bed, landing gracefully beside the blond. "Will -"

"No worries, maybe jog?" The son of Apollo started to go around the beds.

"Honestly, Will, I think—"

"Ah, you don't like to jog?"

"I know a really great thing I wanna do!" Nico made his voice the same as the older demigod's—upbeat and high.

"Yeah. What's that?" Will asked excitedly. "Racing, swimming, aerobics . . ."

"I want to SLEEP!" And with that retort, Nico climbed back under his covers.

February 10th

(Step 2: Crushes like it when you compliment them. So, comment on their eyes or clothes! Remember, make their self-esteem go up. Everyone loves a friendly person!)

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In the Dining Pavilion, Will slid in the seat next to Nico, already getting started. "Your eyes are the darkest, most beautiful gem. Even worth more than any other jewel."

Nico burnt an offering for his dad, which was a chicken leg. "Thanks."

"Your skin is flawless, and as pale as snow."

The Italian scoffed. "Are you trying to describe Snow White?"

"Ah . . ." the Healer frowned. He hadn't thought of that. "Your voice rings out, musical and poetic."

This time Nico didn't say anything, but ate his chicken.

"Uh . . . when you eat, you make lovely noises," Will attempted.

This time the son of Hades choked, then kicked him in the shin.

Will stared at him in disbelief. "Did . . . did you just kicked me in the shin?"

"Only to stop you from saying something you will regret. Trust me; it's for your own good."

The blond was now doubting the book. But then again, this was the closest thing he had to win the Italian over. Maybe next time it will work . . .

Around the two demigods, some people noticed the odd sight—son of Hades and Apollo together chatting—and giggled. They shipped Solangelo so hard.