Thanksgiving weekend was coming and I was not looking forward to it. I hate being alone. It's been 2 weeks since the crazy night with Nico, weirdly enough he kept his word. Not one word about what happened. I tried to bring it up and he would just hold a finger to my lips and shake his head, wink, laugh, subject change. It was like an algorithm that he had made himself to avoid things not to be spoken. Literally nothing changed between us at all, it really was as if nothing ever happened. I thought he might try it again when he crawled into my bed last Friday, but he didn't. Nico just lifted the covers, climbed in and sank to sleep. Of course, he could have been so drunk he didn't realize which bed was his.

I was cleaning the room while he was seeing the office about going home for the holidays when I found his bloody tissue stash, I know we were in the mountains but he could seriously do something about this nosebleed issue he seems to have, or At least throw them away. Nico was always messier out of the two of us, but he made up for it with dinners, drinks, and being chick bait. Usually he did his own laundry, it was the one thing he did himself. Except today I found his pillowcase in my pile. Taking it over to his bed I dug his pillow out from the blankets and saw something weird, the pillow was stained. Like his makeup had worn into it... did he cry at night and I didn't notice? Then the door opened.

"Hey! So it's all set.. what are you doing?" I hid the pillow back under the covers quickly.

"Um I have your pillow case, it was in my pile. Sorry not into pink." He took it gingerly from my hands with a raised eyebrow and suspicious eyes.

"Thanks... anyway so I'm staying for this weekend and my Dad apparently knows your dad. He got to know him when I told him I was rooming with you and shit. They have some parent to parent thing here for roommates so they can talk to each other. You sir are coming home with me during Christmas. Your dad has a lot of European stuff going on so..." he looked down as if embarrassed by the end.

"Oh I know he had interviews and some shows over the holidays. I just thought I would stay here. Why are you not going home this weekend?"

"Dad is dating someone and is going to her families house for the weekend. Hazel and I stay here and you and I go for Christmas while Hazel goes to Canada to see her boyfriends family. I have thanksgiving all planned, we are going to that nice place in the middle of town."

"The place with really great surf and turf?"

"That's the one. Oh and this was waiting in your mail box." Handing me an envelope I dropped my clothes to open it. A card from my dad with a long letter, I skimmed it. Old fashioned Dad who still writes letters. It had apologies about the holidays and promised that summer time he would make it worth it, something about Jamaica and Bora Bora. Even offered to let me bring a friend of my choice. Apollo really wasn't a bad father the short time I've been with him. He listens on the phone and doesn't try to give unwarranted advice. The only time he really sounds like a Dad is when school stuff is brought up, he knows I want to be a doctor so he keeps pushing my grades when we talk.

It's actually endearing in a way, telling me to keep straight A's and he will make sure I'm Harvard bound. I kind of lucked out in certain ways I guess and it could have been a lot worse. The envelope also had 200$ in it and a bank statement. I got my own account before I came and he keeps it flush so I can keep up appearances with the other kids, no one wants to be the poor kid in the boarding school. It was slightly overwhelming since we didn't really focus on money growing up. My mom lived a normal life with me, apartments and Walmart clothes. I never wanted for anything, but I never considered that we had any real money. Changes had to be made once he sent me here though, a better wardrobe, fancy haircut, electronics and an iPhone. "I'm a famous singer! What would it look like if you showed up at that school wearing Faded Glory. They would drown you in a toilet and blacklist you with the sister school, not my son." He said while back to school shopping in July.

"Earth to Will!" Nico shouted getting me out of my head.

"I hear you, I'm with you over Christmas."

"You ok with that?" He asked quietly as he picked up the clothes I dropped.

"Dude, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Your my best friend. I don't know if you saw that survey they gave us for midterms, I wrote that I want to room with you til graduation." I put the letter away and started to fold the clothes on my bed while Nico recovered his pillow.

"Sweetie I swear you are going to make me cry." The mocking tone made me realize he might actually be serious. Not to mention the look on his face. Smile reaching his eyes. Something tells me Nico thought I might want to switch roommates after the thing that happened, and I won't lie to say I didn't think about it. It's not that I didn't enjoy it, obviously I did. It was confusing, mainly because I had never questioned my sexuality before. I knew I liked girls. I had never found a guy attractive. I even tried to jerk it to gay porn afterwards to experiment, this amounted to me playing with my soft dick and getting bored. After I thought about the whole thing really hard, I concluded that it was a fluke. Nico was my best friend and the best thing that could have happened to me coming here, because of him I had friends. I had a new inside knowledge of the school, also he was never boring and I really liked him as a person. Looking back on my life I had never had a friend like him, I could always count on him, of course it doesn't help that when he's all made up he's prettier than half the school his sister attends.

Trust wasn't something I was good at, and Nico had to drag it out of me kicking and screaming. What can I say the little guy was determined and I had never seen him fail at anything, not in person anyway. Most nights he helped me with my homework and did the study buddy thing, and not like the "Yeah we are going to study and get work done" excuse and then we Fuck off like everyone else who offers to study with you. Nico made index cards and quizzes me for hours. I've also never gone hungry with him, he reminds me to eat and when to sleep. I have a tendency to get caught up in what I'm doing and forget human needs, he knows that and pulls me from the depths. Nico is a true best friend and letting something like a night of fooling around get between us would be stupid, hell if it happened a few more times it still wouldn't be worth losing him over.

Plus out loud it sounds stupid, I said it to myself in private to see if I even had a standing argument. "Oh he's your best friend who makes you feel like a real person and never lies to you, that sucked your dick one time. He makes sure you don't die and picks up chicks for you in town so you don't look like a loser with no game. You touched his dick and he promised it wouldn't get weird and he kept hat promise." Yeah out loud it sounds like I'm reaching for an excuse. It wasn't like I was asleep and too drunk to function, I didn't wake up with a sore ass, my shirt on backwards, and 50$ in my pocket. He asked me before he touched me and I agreed.

I worry about him though, he drinks like a fish and chews through sexually confused guys like a chain smoker and a pack of smokes. I think he thinks he's doing them a service, helping them discover themselves. I think they just want someone to touch their dick and they don't care who it is. Now that I've seen that pillow... I'm starting to think he knows that too.

(Timebreak)

"That was the best damn thanksgiving dinner I've ever had. Why eat turkey when there is shrimp, lobster, and steak." Nico squealed as we stumbled out of the cold into the dorms.

"You have obviously never had southern Thanksgiving, I'll see if one year I can drag you to my grandmas in Texas. She will put some weight on you by breakfast." I unwrapped my scarf from my neck and shucked my coat to dig through my PJ drawer.

"And ruin my girlish figure? No thanks. What are you doing? You are not getting ready for bed!"

"What else are we doing that I can't get comfortable? The dorms are empty for the most part and everything is closed now."

"We have been invited to a party in the basement later. Percy Jackson, Jason Grace, my sister, Piper McLean, Annabeth Chase, Leo Valdez. We are going." He sat at his desk and spun around in his chair looking for some glitter or something to put on his face.

"How the Fuck did you swing an invite to a party with Percy Jackson? Isn't he the swim team captain?"

"The very same. Caught him around breakfast and that's when he told me. Around here social standing doesn't matter for stay overs. No one wants to be left behind around the holidays so we all get together for the night. I went last year too. I got some fun for us tonight too!" Giggling he pulled a cigar out of his pocket.

"I don't smoke, you know that."

"It's not a cigar..."