I figured I would go get coffee with Nico right in between lunch and dinner, maybe around 5:00. This gave me plenty of time to beg Piper to come over and help me pick out my clothes. This was a feat, since we had to stay in my room and whisper the whole time. I didn't want Nico to know what I was wearing or anything. Really, I didn't want him to know how much I was stressing over this little meeting, because really, Piper, for the sixth time, it is not a date.

"Its totally a date," Piper said, pulling another shirt out of my closet for consideration. She tossed it onto my bed, with the other options. "Look how much you're stressing about it!"

I fiddled with the edge of the shirt I was wearing, some ratty sweat-stained one from high school. This was definitely ruled out for not-date wear. "I'm just nervous that I'm going to drive him away," I finally said.

"You'll be fine. Just be yourself, Jason." She had her back to me, surveying my clothing choices. "Do you have anything that's not flannel?"

"I have plenty of stuff that's not flannel!"

"I'm just messing with you," she said, throwing a grin my way. "I think I got everything that's wearable." She waved a hand towards me and the bed. "Go ahead and choose. Unless you need my help with that too."

I got up from the bed, still toying with the edge of my shirt. I surveyed my clothing choices, and then-

"Piper, help me choose. I can't do it."

She sighed, "Jason, if I do that, you're probably going to look too nice."

I repressed the urge to gnaw on my lip. I was nervous.

"Maybe I want to look too nice." I grimaced, and I was glad my back was to Piper. I didn't want to see the face she was making at this point. That's when she sidled up really close to me.

"Is there a reason for that? A reason you want to look nice? Huh?"

She elbowed my side a few times. It kind of hurt. Piper has elbows of steel.

"I-"

She interrupted me before I could even say anything. "Are my suspicions correct?"

"Suspicions?" I asked.

"Its a date?" You could practically hear the shit-eating grin she was wearing. My face was slowly turning bright red. "So, you want it to be a date?" I kept my mouth shut, which was apparently answer enough. She grinned, and knowing her, probably would have yelled something, but I clapped a hand over her mouth to stop that. Of course, she immediately licked it. Gross.

"Alright," I hissed out. We had been whispering pretty much this whole time, but I made sure to make this really quiet. Out of all the things I did not want Nico to hear as I was getting ready, this was on the very top of the list. "I like him, okay?"

She said something from behind my hand. I uncovered her mouth, and wiped my hand on my pants. It was clear she wasn't actually saying anything important from behind my hand, because then she jabbed me in the stomach with her fingers and cried out, "I knew it!"

"Be quiet!" I told her. I darted forward and jabbed HER in the stomach. As she rubbed her tummy, she shot me a pout. "Was it that obvious?" I asked.

"Nope. I just have supreme intuition." Piper is really good at figuring out how people are feeling, so she stopped the joking. There was also the fact that I was giving her my best I-will-wreck-you glare. That probably sent out the message that I wanted her to stop. She put a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, don't worry about it. I don't think he knows." She gave my shoulder a squeeze. "And if he does know, he must be sticking around for a reason, huh? Stop stressing."

"Alright," I said. I pushed her hand off my shoulder. "So help me pick out something."


So about two hours later, Piper was cleared out of my apartment, and I headed down onto the street to go pick up Nico at his front door. I was really glad I had gotten Pipes to come help me out, because, not going to lie, I was looking very good. She had dressed me in a light blue button up, which apparently brought out my eyes. It was a little hot outside, so I had rolled up the sleeves past my elbows. Besides that, I was wearing a pair of jeans and the old beat up Clark's I had worn the previous day. Piper had put something in my hair that gave it that, hey, I just woke up look. I had also put on some cologne. I really wanted to impress the guy.

When Nico came to his door, he had either heard me getting ready with Piper, or he had picked up on the 'I really want this to be a date' vibe. He was wearing a white v-neck, a black suit jacket, and blue jeans, along with a pair of black boots. I almost felt a tear forming. His, as discovered from the night previous, very soft black hair curled gently over his ears and along his neck. I wanted to bury my face in it. Instead, I just said, "'Sup."

"Hi there."

"You ready to go then?" I backed up, leading the way to the staircase, but Nico shook his head, and motioned me back towards him.

"As much as I would love to get coffee again," he said. I panicked for a second, thinking he was about to cancel. "I don't want to see Minos twice in two days." I avoided letting out a breath of relief. I assumed Minos was that grumpy guy who served us our coffee yesterday. As he said all this, he was rummaging around in his pockets. Then he looked up at me, showing me a set of car keys. To his BMW. I felt a smile coming on. "I was thinking we could go driving?"

"That's a great idea," I said. I stepped out of his way, and motioned towards the staircase.

As we headed down the stairs to his building's parking lot, and as I tried to avoid looking at his pert backside, I asked him, "So what made you change your mind about getting coffee."

"Minos is a dick." At this point, we had gotten to his car. "Also, I thought it would be a nice change of pace."

"Well, I certainly don't mind," I didn't even like cars that much, and I was impressed. Leo could have told you all about the stuff inside and outside the car, but all I cared about was the cool light up display on the dashboard, and the fact that the thing smelled like new car. The leather seats were nice, as well. Its always nice to have rich friends. That's a pro tip from me.

Before Nico pulled of the lot, he plugged up his phone to the car with an auxiliary cord, and put on some music for the drive. Then he started driving.

I was busy trying to look like I wasn't staring at his profile while he was driving, when I was shaken out of my stupor by Nico's music.

"What language is that?" I asked him.

"Italian."

"Oh."

He was humming along to the man on the stereo, lightly tapping his thumbs against the wheel to the beat.

"Do you understand what he's saying?" I asked.

"Yep."

"So you speak Italian?"

"Uh-huh. I lived in Italy until I was ten, and then Bianca and I moved here."

"That's really cool."

"I guess so."

"Do you speak much Italian now that you live in America?"

"Not as much as I would like to. I think in Italian most of the time, though."

"Huh."

We had been driving for about twenty minutes now, and we were outside of the city, driving down some back road. A lot of the drive was just us sitting in silence, but it wasn't awkward or anything. It was nice to just sit in the car with Nico, having him next to me. The only time anymore words that passed between us was when a car pulled directly in front of Nico, and he let out a string of words in Italian that probably would be considered very colorful if I understood a single word he said.

"Hey," I finally said, breaking the silence. He hummed in response, which I guess was an invitation to keep talking. "You know what I'm wondering?"

"What are you wondering, Jason?"

"How did we never meet before last month? It doesn't really make sense."

"Its a little weird," Nico said. "But I don't think there's any good explanation for it."

"You'd think our friends would have caused us to meet somehow. But you just finished your freshman year, right?"

"Yep."

"So I guess its not as much as a stretch that we didn't meet."

"You've been to my dad's house to see Hazel how many times?" he asked.

I shook my head, "Way too many times to not realize that Hazel had a brother. I guess I just assumed all the pictures of the little kid with a yamaka was your dad as a child or something."

"Its called a kippah," he said. "And my dad wasn't as cute of a kid as I was."

"Well," I smiled at him, even though he couldn't see it, since he was busy looking at the road. "I'm glad we met anyway. Even if it took longer than it should have."

"Do you want to get dinner with me?" He blurted out. That was kind of abrupt, but alright. I was working my way to asking him if he wanted to stay in and watch a movie with me tonight, but dinner sounded nice too. And maybe we could do both. He had stopped in the middle of the road, which couldn't have been safe, but there was no one else on the street, so it didn't really matter.

"Sure, that'd be cool."

He made a three point turn, and before driving back in the direction we came from, he gave me one of those rare smiles. "That's good. Because I already made reservations."

I laughed. "Did you plan this whole thing out?"

"Mhm."

"Where are we eating?"

"A steakhouse."

I ooh-ed. "Fancy."

"Argentum."

"Wh- Are you serious?" Argentum was one of the most expensive steakhouses in the city. One of the best, too, or so I've read. My wallet cried at the thought of going near it.

"Mhm."

"Their food costs more than my month's rent, Nico."

"That's an exaggeration. And besides, I've got dad's credit card, so it doesn't really matter how much it costs."

I had never heard a sentence more beautiful.

"I need to let you drive me around more often, man."

"Maybe if you give me gas money."

"Now my coffee thing just seems weak in comparison."

"Maybe I should come up with all the hangout ideas now," Nico said.

"Nope," I said. "I still have some good ideas."

"Like what?"

"They mostly involve you coming to apartment tonight, so we can watch some movies and drink cheap wine."

"You forget that I have my dad's money, Jason. We can drink expensive wine." He tapped the steering wheel. "You're twenty-one, right?"

"Yup, just since last month."

"Let's hope you don't get arrested for giving me alcohol."

"You only get caught drinking underage if you're a schmuck," I said, smiling. "Did I say that right?"

"No."


Dinner was nice. More than nice, to be completely honest. For one, the food was amazing. I had never had better steak, and with Nico's plastic, we got to get dessert. As a poor college student, this was the biggest deal in the world. The piece of chocolate cake cost almost ten dollars, but it was worth it. I learned a lot about Nico as we talked, so that was another plus. We talked about books, and movies, and music, and anything else that came up. One of those things was his father's upcoming wedding.

Apparently his father's fiancee required a lot of help for the wedding. Nico said it took three days for her to figure out what kind of flowers she wanted to lace the chuppah with. Nico was required to help with that. He said it wasn't too bad for the first two hours or so, but it got tiring very quickly. He also had to help his father find the perfect suit, and a matching kippah, and all these tallit look the same but which one should I wear? He had to plan out seating for the meal after the wedding. Nico said he had also gotten a nice suit, and I was hoping I would get to see it. I liked seeing him all dressed up. Besides all that stuff, there was also food tasting from the caterers. That one wasn't so bad.

The best part of the evening was when we got back to my apartment, though. We had gone to the liquor store, and I ran in and bought a bottle of wine that one of the workers suggested. (And put it on Nico's dad's card.) Nico wasn't allowed into the store because of his age, but he snatched the bottle from my hands as soon as I hopped back into his car.

"Looks good," he said.

"And expensive," I added.

"And expensive," he said, handing it back to me. He started the car, and began the drive back to our apartments. "Its not kosher, though."

"Shit. I didn't even think of that. I didn't know you did that whole thing," I resisted the urge to smack myself. That probably sounded very inconsiderate. "I can go back and get a different one."

He shrugged. "Its not a big deal, I'm not so serious about kosher anyway."

"I thought it was really strict, or something?"

"You just do what you can do."

"Oh. Alright."

"Yeah. So fuck it. I want to get drunk."

"Nothing wrong with that."

So that's exactly what we did when we got back to my apartment. I mean, first I popped in The Fellowship of the Ring, got some blankets, and put on a pair of sweatpants. I went to go get wineglasses, but Nico waved me off. He said we might as well just drink out of the bottle. Which was fine, because the only 'wineglasses' I had were plastic ones that say 'Over the hill!' that Leo got me for my twenty-first.

We barely got through the first two hours before Nico was piss drunk. That sounds a little bad, but it was true. We had already gotten through the bottle of wine I (his dad) had bought, and had moved on to another bottle of wine I had sitting in my cupboard. I had bought it really cheap, and Nico made a really sour face when he drank, but it did the job. As the movie winded to an end, he had become a dozing mass that was leaving a small pool of drool on my shoulder. We had wanted to try to get through at least two parts of the trilogy, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen.

I shook him a little bit after I had turned off the movie. "Nico, wake up." In response to that, he groaned a little bit, nuzzling his face against me. "Nico, the movie's over. You need to get back to your apartment."

"No."

"What?"

"I'll spend the night," he said. He cupped his hand over my jaw. He scooted closer to me, so close he was almost sitting in my lap. His mouth was almost on my neck. Oh my god. He mumbled something under his breath, the warmth of it tickled the sensitive skin on my throat. If I was sober, I wouldn't have taken this so easily. If I didn't have any alcohol in my system, I would have panicked, run off, and sat in my bathroom for as long as it took for Nico to sober up and go off to his own apartment. Since I was not sober in any way, shape, or form, I was leaning into his touch, a smile practically splitting my face in half.

"What was that?" I asked. I didn't expect him to respond, or even register that I was talking to him. Partly because I was speaking almost directly into his hair, and because he was just really tipsy.

"Stay with me," he hummed against my throat.

"On Phyllis?" I managed to squeak out.

"Sí." There was some Italian I actually knew. Geez.

"Are you sure? You're drunk."

"Yeah." I wasn't sure which of those he was saying yes to.

"I think I'll sleep in my room, Nico."

He scooted away from me, which was a little disappointing, but it gave me a bit of thinking room that wasn't there when he was so close.

"I'm being way too forward," he mumbled. Or more like, he slurred out. He combed a hand through his curls.

"No, no, no," I said. I reached out to him, grabbing the hand that was carding through his hair. "I would definitely stay with you, but we aren't thinking straight."

"I'm never thinking straight," Nico said. He started laughing, putting his head back on my shoulder. Then I was laughing, and it got to the point where we were just rocking back and forth and not making any noises, just kind of falling over one another and wheezing. It was nice. It was a terrible joke, but I loved to laugh with Nico.

Somehow, amidst our snorting laughter and hilarity-induced clapping, I had ended up pinned underneath Nico, my head at a highly uncomfortable angle against one of arm rests, and one of my legs off of the couch, the other one on. Nico was just sprawled over the couch, his legs tangling with mine and his head on my shoulder again. And his mouth just almost against my neck. Again. God.

I was pretty sure Nico had planned ahead that we would get into this position. In fact, it was the only thing that would make getting in the position even plausible. He must have noticed how flustered I got earlier when we were in a similar situation about five minutes earlier. I thought that maybe he wasn't a inebriated as he seemed.

That thought immediately left my mind when he brought his head up from the crook of my shoulder. He had a smile on his face, and he let out what can only be described as a chuckle. Who knew that people actually chuckled?

His face hovered just over mine, and his hair hung around his face, just barely touching mine. I almost wanted to reach out and push it away, because it was a little ticklish, but I decided I didn't want to ruin the moment.

"I like you," he said. Then Nico kissed my cheek.

Then he ducked his head and laid it against my chest.

"Wait, what?" I asked. Not that I wasn't thrilled, or anything. That was just the last thing I ever expected for Nico di Angelo to ever do. Ever.

I asked "What?" a few more times before I realized that Nico had fallen asleep laying against my chest. I felt like I was in some crappy romantic comedy, which was not a bad feeling at all. It was actually really sweet. I liked having Nico so close to me, especially with his face all relaxed and peaceful, and his rumpled pajamas making him look like just any regular guy. The only bad feeling present was the one in my neck, from being in such an awkward position.

I brought my other leg back onto the couch, further entangling myself with Nico's spindly limbs. I moved my head so it was in a comfortable position against the armrest. Lastly, I reached a little bit and grabbed a blanket that was wadded up at the end of the couch, and put it over Nico as well as myself. I guess the last thing I actually did that night was wrap my arms around Nico.

And that is exactly how Leo found us the next morning.

Leo had the spare key to my apartment at the time, because I had expected him to come to my apartment when I wasn't home to come fill in the hole. Obviously, I was disappointed in that respect.

And of course, of all the days he could have shown up at my apartment, he chose the day after Nico stayed the night. He came in to my apartment, carrying a bag that had all his tools for filling in the hole. I was already awake, and had been awake for about an hour because I had to pee, like, really badly. But I didn't want to move Nico and wake him up. He would be super hung over, and would probably hop right off of me as soon as he realized he was laying on too if me. I wanted to relish the feeling of him pressed flush against me for as long as possible. Leo was wearing a bandana as a headband and the most oil stained jeans I've ever seen in my life. He didn't crow something obnoxious as he waltzed in the door, which I was thankful for. I wasn't thankful for what he said after he set his bag on the ground and saw the position I was in with Nico.

He noticed I was awake, and wagged his eyebrows at me. "Am I interrupting something?" he crooned.

"Get out!" I hissed.

"That's a yes, then?" He was grinning. I decided I hated him.

"Get out!" I said again. "And take your bag with you!"

"I thought you wanted me to fix the wall?"

"Come back in a few hours," I said.

"Getting in as much lovin' as you can, casanova?"

I didn't reply to that. I just slammed my head against the couch's armrest and waited for him to get out of my apartment

As soon as Leo was out of sight, I let out a sigh of relief. I don't know what Nico would have done if someone saw him in his current position. Avoid me for a minimum of six weeks, probably. But now that Leo was gone, the problem was left to how I was going to wake up Nico.

After a few minutes of deliberating, I decided that I wouldn't wake up, but just kind of roll him off me. After a lot of wiggling and some sleep-mumbling on Nico's part, I managed to roll off the couch and sprint as quietly as possible to my bathroom.

Once I had finally relieved myself, I let Nico sleep for another hour or so before waking him up. After shaking him a few times, and a few whispers of, "Its half past twelve, Nico, get up." I got him to sit up and blink a few times.

"Stop yelling," he groaned.

"I was whispering," I said.

"Oh."

"I made breakfast. And Leo is coming in a few hours to finally fix that wall, just letting you know."

"Does that mean I'm going to have to come to your front door to say hi, now?"

"We have to interact like normal people now, yeah."

He let out a huff of air, and then stood up, stretching his back and yawning. "My head is killing me," he said, after his yawn.

"You drank a lot last night," I yawned myself, covering up my mouth. I reached towards him to brush a stray lock of hair behind his ear. He jolted backwards.

"What are you doing?"

"I-"

"Please don't touch me," he said. I told him sorry, and mentally punched myself. I don't know how I could have forgotten, but of course Nico didn't like to be touched. His actions while inebriated had sort of proved that wrong, but it seemed like he didn't remember much of anything about the night before. Which was fine. It didn't help me much though, because I wanted to hold him again like I did last night. I wanted him to kiss me again. Oh well.

"You said you made breakfast?" he asked.

"I stuck some waffles in the toaster, so yes."

He laughed at that, and then winced. When I say laugh, I guess I mean he just sort of blew a puff of air out of his nose in an amused fashion. But even that must have hurt his head. Poor guy.

"I'll have some of those, I guess," he rubbed his temple. "But please don't talk."

I nodded, and went into the kitchen. I grabbed the waffles I had stuck in the toaster, and brought them to Nico on the couch. We ate quietly for a minute or so, our munching the only thing filling up the silence. Then Nico broke his own rule when he asked me,

"So, what are you planning on doing today?"

I shrugged, "Helping Leo with the wall, I guess. What about you?"

"Dinner with my future stepmother and her mom," he said. "So that's gonna suck. Then movie night with Hazel and Frank."

"Do you know what you're going to watch?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

I chewed a bite of waffle thoughtfully. "Just wondering."

"Don't talk with food in your mouth," he said, pointing his fork at me. "You're nasty." I made a point to chew very loudly and openly after he said that, leaning towards him so he could get a good look at the food in my mouth. He eww'd at that, shaking his head. "Well, I was going to ask you something, but now I won't."

"No, ask me!"

"I'm too distracted by the waffle rolling around in your mouth."

I swallowed what was in my mouth. "Ask me," I said.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to come to movie night with me."

I raised my eyebrows. "But won't you be hanging out with Hazel?"

"And Frank. Hazel invited me, but she'll probably rather do whatever with Frank."

"I'll go, then. Do I need to text Hazel and see if I can go?"

"No, I can do that. I wish you could come with me to dinner with Persephone and her mom."

"Her name is seriously Persephone?"

"Yeah. Weird, huh?"

"That's cool! Is she really that bad? You talk about her like she's some evil stepmother. And she isn't even a regular stepmother yet."

"She's nice enough. Her mom is the worst, though."

"What does she do that's so terrible?"

"She always says I'm too scrawny."

"You are pretty scrawny, man."

"Shut up."

AAAAAAAAAAAA

Leo swore. "How did this hole get so big?" I had gotten used to it, but I guess it was a lot bigger than it was the last time Leo got a good look at it.

"I might have tried to crawl through it."

"Stupid."

I laughed, "I guess it wasn't the smartest thing to do."

"Yeah," he crossed his arms. "Well anyway, I can still fix it. You'll need to paint your walls to cover up the new plaster, though. Ask your landlord if that's alright."

"I don't want to talk to my landlord," I whined.

"Its not my fault you got a hole in your wall!"

"Except it totally is."

"Pfft."

"Pssh."

He whacked me with a paint stirrer. "Whatever. Come help me with this."

As we put up the new drywall Leo asked me a question. I didn't hear it.

"What was that?"

"How is the prince of darkness doing?"

"Who is that?" I asked.

"Nico. Duh."

"Hey, don't make fun of him."

"Yeah, whatever."

I frowned at him. "Well, he's doing fine. He's getting dinner with his dad's fiancee tonight, and then we're going to go see a movie with Frank and Hazel."

"So are you guys dating or something? Also, why wasn't I invited?"

"Probably because the last time you saw Frank, you put like three times the regular milk into the soy milkshake you made him."

"Oh, yeah. That was funny," he started laughing to himself. "He should have known better than to drink it. Anyway, you didn't answer my question."

"You're an asshole. And, no, we aren't dating."

"You got that right," he said. "And if you aren't together, then what was that I saw this morning?"

I felt my face quickly turn red. "Nothing."

"It sure looked like something."

"Well, we were drinking last night and-"

"You scored?!"

"NO! No! We just fell asleep on each other"

"That's it?"

"Well, he kissed me on the cheek."

"Jason Grace, you man eater!"

"I am not! He was drunk, and it didn't mean anything."

"So you like him?" I nodded. "I was just double checking. Piper already told me." I gasped. Before I could say something not very nice about Piper, Leo said, "And the fact that he did it while he was drunk makes it, like, ten times more legit. Remember that time when we all went to that party Percy and Grover's frat threw, and I was all clingy on Frank?"

"Really? Because that's what I was thinking. It would be-" I stopped. "Wait. You like Frank?"

Leo stiffened. And then laughed nervously. "Who ever said that?"

"You did. Just now."

"Shit. Don't tell anyone that."

"I would never do that, Leo. I thought you liked Hazel, though?"

He shrugged. Apparently the wall had become very interesting, because he had his eyes fixed on it. "I like both of them, I guess."

"Are you going to do anything about it?"

"Nope."

I punched him in the arm. "I guess we know why you wanted to come to movie night."

He punched me back. "Quit it!"

"Frank and Leo and Hazel sitting in a tree," I sang. "K-I-"

He groaned. "Stop!"


We had movie night in Nico's apartment. Frank brought the first two Harry Potter movies, so we watched those. I had never read the books, but the rest of them had, so while they talked about the movie, I was just thanking whichever gods were listening for the fact that Nico had a couch that couldn't really fit four people. I had an excuse to be close to him.

Although Nico didn't remember kissing me or falling asleep on top of me, he had remembered all the cuddling, it seemed. He leaned his head against my chest. My arm was across the back, so it was almost like I had it around him, except it was also half-way around Frank. So not as romantic as it could have been. I'm not so sure Nico wanted it to be romantic, though. He was always holding Hazel's hand and kissing her cheek, so maybe he was just the kind of guy that was touchy once he got close to someone. I liked to think that we were close.

Once the two movies were over, and Frank and Hazel had cleared out, Nico turned to me.

"Do you want to watch the next one?"

"Sure. I'll go get some more popcorn."

So once I had gotten the snack, I went back to the couch. Nico grabbed the bowl from me and stuffed some popcorn into his mouth.

"So how was your dinner with Persephone?"

He put up a finger, motioning for me to wait. He chewed his popcorn up, then swallowed. "Her mom made me have three helpings of spaghetti, and kept pinching my arm and telling me to keep eating, because I'm 'too scrawny!'. I feel like I'm gonna barf."

"But you're still eating popcorn?"

"Yep." He started playing the movie. "I see that Leo fixed the wall. Not bad."

"Yeah. It looks so good because I helped," I said, grinning. "How did you like me coming to your front door with snacks instead of tossing them through the door?"

"It was a nice change of pace. I'll miss crawling into your apartment to steal sodas, though."

"You didn't steal them, you always asked for them."

"Yeah, but I sounded cooler when I said I stole them."

"There's no one here to think you're cool. I already know you're a loser."

"That's not very nice," he said. He gave me a weird look. "What are you doing?"

I had been stretching my arms while we were talking. Above my head, in front of me, to the side. It might have been a subtle hint that I wanted to put my arm around Nico. He must have just noticed it. "Stretching," I said.

He snorted. "If you want to put your arm around me, just do it."

So I did.

"You know," he whispered, nuzzling into my chest. "You're not very subtle."

"Neither are you," I whispered back.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I didn't answer. I just pulled him closer to me. He didn't press me.


A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry this took so long to get out, band camp is really kicking my butt. A few things: I have put into my story the most important headcanon in the world, which is a Jewish Nico di Angelo. Everyone strap in and be prepared for Jason to have no idea what's going on at a nissu'in. I invite everyone to join me in this headcanon. Seriously. I need someone to talk about it with.

Also, shout out to my friend Claire who gave me so many ideas for this chapter, and all the chapters previous. You rock, babe. ilysm.
And last thing: sorry for the (unrequited) Frazleo. I couldn't resist.
As always, thank you so much for reading! A kudos and a comment would be much appreciated! See you guys for the next chapter B~)