AN: I told you I'd stick with it and lookie. Okay so this is pretty short because it's what I have from when I was on my writing binge. I ended it at a place that I felt was good. I will write the fourth (maybe final) chapter this week after I work and it should be up in 2 weeks. If not hit me with a stick.

And as always I don't own PJO or any of the characters that all belongs to Rick Riordan and his publishers

Nico bounced up and down out of nervousness. Will sat next to him in the cab that was taking them to the pizza place. Will glanced over at Nico and smiled, he had grown to love the dark and anxious lanky kid.

"Calm down. It's a pizza place. Not that one fancy restaurant that has amazing French onion soup," Will said. "Beside it's not like it's really a date."

"I know, it's just, uhh. It's nothing," Nico said.

Will could tell that something was bothering Nico but knew not to push too much otherwise he'd go completely silent.

"You know, we don't have to go if you don't want to, I can say I got sick or something," Will said. He looked at Nico and was worried about him. The kid was technically older but Will had lived longer in a way and Nico was good at bottling up emotions.

"No, it's fine. Forget I said anything," Nico said.

"Is it the shirt? Cause we can stop and get you a black one if you want," Will said jokingly, well, sort of. If Nico was really all worked up about the shirt he would take a can of spray paint and paint it black.

"Will, its fine. I actually kind of like the change."

"So do I. It's makes you look less pale, although, next to me, everyone looks pale," he flashed a smile and flexed his tanned arms.

"Not Hazel or Piper," Nico stated. "Put your arms away."

"Well, that's skin color," Will retorted. "Not anything I or anyone else can do about that. Although…no, that'd be rude, and I think racist."

Nico rolled his eyes. "We're almost there, shut your stupid mouth and try to be nice. Hopefully it'll go okay."

"You'll be fine Sunshine."

Nico glared at the Will. Will grinned back.

"Problem?"

"No problem at all," Nico said.

Will felt successful at the use of the nickname. It was his personal favorite and it fit much better than Death Breath or Ghost King. Although dating royalty was always one of Will's dreams. Who would have thought he actually would?

The taxi pulled up to the small pizza restaurant and stopped. The driver just turned to face the two wordlessly asking to be paid.

Will handed over some money and Nico handed over the rest. The two teenagers got out and stared at the door.

"Well," Will said, "you good?"

"Yeah," Nico responded.

Will took the other boy's hand and they walked into the restaurant.

AN: seriously. Two weeks or hit me with a stick. And please remember to comment to say something and point out any mistakes I made or if the dialogue doesn't make sense.

And also I got a tumblr if you didn't know or if you want to talk it is . just copy and paste that and it should take you. Anyway thanks for reading.