This is now three years later, and everything is normal at camp. No battles, no threats, nothing. Just normal. Well, sort of.
It's been almost a year, and ive thought about him every day. I know I should get over him, and that my feelings for him aren't healthy, but yenno, it's natural. I hope you don't think im talking about Luke. I mean, sure I think about him once in a while, but seeing him that one last time really helped me get over him. Im talking about my best friend. Yeah, Nico Di Angelo son of Hades is my best friend and im proud of it. Now I know what you're thinking; girls and guys can't just be friends! One of them is bound to mess it up! And im afraid that it's going to be me that screws it up. I can't help it, the way he laughs at my sarcasm, the way he flicks his head to get his glossy raven black hair out of his eyes, or the way that he stands close to me, leaning into me when he gets the chance. I just cant get enough of him. But I couldn't imagine what would happen if I told him about my feelings, and he didn't have the same. I think it would be extremely awkward, and probably ruin our entire friendship. Nothing spared. I lost my train of though, and suddenly my sword was on the ground.
"Styx." I mumbled picking it up. I always have been bad with a sword, even before I didn't pay attention when I was duelling with Nico. He did his sexy hair flick again.
"You really need to start concentrating on your sword training. You can't fight all you're battles with a bow and quiver." Pointed out Nico, not even out of breath.
"Whatever." I grumbled. He walked over and put a hand on my shoulder, leaning his head down to find my eyes which were trained on my Nike sneakers.
"You need to concentrate. I don't want you to get killed." He said finally catching my gaze. It was silent for a moment, and we just looked at each other.
"Nico, ive got a question." I said calmly.
"Yeah?" he said pulling him closer to me, my voice was barely audible.
"What would you do … if I told you somebody like you?" I admitted finally.
"Really? Who?" he said, sort of excitedly. My heart dropped.
"Umm … somebody." I said trying to pull out of his grip on my shoulder. It wasn't working very well.
"Who's 'somebody'?"
"A girl."
"Whew," he said pretending to wipe a hand across his forehead, "I thought you were going to say a guy." He joked.
"Hey! This isn't funny!" I said pouting. His hand let go of my shoulder and traced up towards my mouth. He used his fingers to pull up the corner of my mouth. His fingers lingered there for a long while.
"Does her name start with an S?" he asked quietly, almost whispering. Yet again, he brought his body closer to my own, we were almost touching.
"Maybe." I said guiltily, pouting again. His index finger traced my bottom lip softly, like he was trying to savour the moment.
"Well, I think I love somebody." He decided at the end of a very long silence.
"Really?" I doubted it was me.
"Yeah. And you know what? I don't care if it will ruin the friendship. I just want her to know how I feel." He said. His gaze followed his finger lazily.
"Oh."
"Wanna know who she is?" he whispered in a low, sexy voice.
"Sure." I said, my mouth still forming a pout.
"It's that girl from Aphrodite." He said finally. His face was completely serious. I ripped myself away from his grasp; tears forming in my eyes. My heart was pounding, and hurting at the same time.
"I knew it." I said as i almost let the first tear escape. I barely managed to keep it contained. I was a few feet away from him now, watching his amused expression carefully.
"You could never love me." I spat. I turned to start walking away, and I got about three feet from the door when someone whipped me around, and crashed their lips into mine. I pulled away in shock and gasped, trying to regain the lost air to fill my lungs. I felt a firm hand around my waist, and one cupping my cheek.
"Scarlet." Whispered Nico.
"What?" I asked, my breathing was still staggered.
"Have I ever told you I loved you?" he asked. He was sort of out of breath too.
"No."
"Well I should start then."
"Do you, do you really?" I asked as quietly as I could while still being audible.
"I wouldn't have just … yenno … kissed you." He said softly, breathing into my ear. His hand moved from my cheek down to where his other hand was residing; my lower back.
"I guess so."
"Can I try something?"
"Try what?"
"Can I kiss you right this time?"