A/N: Hello my fellow readers! I'm back with another chapter! I watched Lemonade Mouth like hours ago, and so that's how I ended up with the ending of this chapter :)

I suggest you listen to More Than A Band by Lemonade Mouth. It really fits the ending and so I hope you like this chapter

Disclaimer: I don't own a single thing. Except Arabelle, Lilia, and Riegan, oh! and the plot, too.

"Tell me about your life," I suggested one afternoon. Nico and I were sitting on a tree branch. Our feet were dangling in the air and Nico was leaning on the trunk. In hindsight, I guess I shouldn't have went first. I could fall much easier than Nico could, but I dunno. I guess I didn't mind.

Nico shifted his weight uncomfortably. I cocked my head to the right a bit but otherwise stayed silent. I knew better than to push the son of Hades. We might have gotten closer, but we weren't that close. Not yet, anyways.

"My mother died when I was a baby. My dad, Hades, was with her during that time. He tried to convince her to stay with him in the Underworld—" I shivered at the thought "–but she refused. Thunder hit the building and Hades only had enough time to shield me and my sister," he got quiet after that. A minute of silence passed by before he started talking again.

"Hades let Alecto take me and Bianca to the River or Lethe to wash away our memories. She put us in the Lotus Casino where we never aged."

"Then aren't you like..." I started calculating in my brain, but Nico beat me to it.

"70 years old or something? I guess," he told me.

"Anyways, Alecto, disguised as a lawyer, took us out and enrolled us in Westover Hall. Later on, Percy finds us, but Bianca joins the Hunters."

"How old were you?" I asked.

"I was ten," he answered. My eyes started wandering around. He was ten. He was so young. Why did his sister leave him? He probably couldn't understand what was happening!

He didn't know the risks of being a demigod. He didn't know that his life was about to get so much harder. He didn't know that the life of a demigod doesn't always have a happy ending.

All of these were assumptions in my mind. I didn't know whether to voice it or just to keep quiet.

"You lost your sister when you were ten," I realized. His jaw clenched and for a second I was afraid that he might push me off the tree. He shut his eyes for a moment, and the hands that were fisted at his sides slowly unclenched. He let out a breath before opening his eyes.

"She died by saving Percy and his friends from a malfunctioning Talos in the Junkyard of the Gods. S-She picked up a figurine of Hades when she wasn't suppose to."

"Why?" I asked. She risked her life for a figurine? What was so important about that?

"It was a figurine that I didn't have," he admitted a little sheepishly.

"What?" I asked not comprehending which was a first.

"See, I used to play this Greek Mythology game: Mythomagic and-"

"She wanted to give it to you," I guess. I felt sorry for Bianca. She died because…because she wanted to give her brother a thing that he always wanted. She wanted him to know that even thought she was part of the hunters, she would always care and love him forever.

"I blamed it on Percy. I hated him and I told him it was his fault that Bianca died. I ran away from camp and found Minos' spirit. He helped me develop my powers and he lied to me. He lied about trying to bring my sister back."

I gasped quietly.

"You were trying to bring her back?" I asked shocked and amazed. Shocked that a son of Hades would do such a thing. Shouldn't he of all people respect the law that when people die, they stay dead? Shouldn't he know that there was no possible way to bring back someone you loved? It defied the law of nature. Everybody dies at one point. No one can live forever except the gods and the titans and the-you know what I mean.

In every life cycle, there is an ending. An ending called death.

I was amazed that he would try and do such a risky thing. Wouldn't his father get mad at him for trying to bring someone alive? I was also amazed on how much trouble he went through trying to get his sister back. I never knew what it was like to grow up with siblings. I was an only child in my real family.

In short, I was shockingly amazed.

"She was my only family. Zeus killed my mother and Hades could care less about me," he confessed. His head was down and he stopped dangling his feet.

I knew he didn't want to cry in front of me. I knew he didn't want to seem weak. He wasn't crying tears that I could see but I knew he was shedding invisible tears.

Invisible tears are the hardest to wipe away.

I was hesitant at first but slowly placed my hand on top of his. He lifted his head to look at me. I gave him a reassuring smile.

"I can't pretend to know what it's like for you. You don't have to say anything, but know that I won't let you down...You used to always faced the world alone, but you're not alone...Not anymore."

"I'll always be there for you whether you need a shoulder to cry on or just a reassuring hand. I'm always gonna be here," I promised him.

Call me dramatic. I didn't really care.

Nico Di Angelo, a fourteen-year-old boy, lost everything that was precious to him. He didn't have any family to go to. He didn't have anyone to talk to since demigods were afraid of him. He spent more time with the dead than with the living.

Nico needed someone who would always be there.

He needed a friend.

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