I'm sorry, guys. I really am.
I know it's been almost two months... or maybe ALREADY two months. But I've been busying myself with the actual original and yeah... FFN updates just slipped my mind...
So... After forever, here comes the next update of TSoH, in Thalia's POV!
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO. I do own, however, the original Spirits of Home.
Today's convo is... NICO DI ANGELO AND SALVATORE DE ROSA!
Nico: ...
Salvatore: ...
XxYTTxX: *opens mouth to say something*
Salvatore: *glares*
XxYTTxX: *glares back*
Nico: *glares harder*
XxYTTxX: THALIA! KIMBERLY! HELP ME!
ENJOY!
"Oh, my God! He was flirting!" Miranda exclaimed.
"No, he was not! He was merely teasing me!" Thalia replied, annoyed at her friends.
"Tell me, how is he up close?" Rachel asked her teasingly.
"Not you, too!" she cried, exasperated. She then proceeded to bang her head agains the table.
"Yes, me too! I mean, look at him!" the redhead exclaimed.
Thalia turned her head around and sneaked a glance. Not that she had to for she already knew very well what the person in question looked like.
Although she had to admit, the way his dark, dark hair fell into his equally dark eyes, and their contrast with his extremely pale complexion was, Thalia hated to say, pretty attractive. And suddenly, she started to notice more. His cheekbones seemed more defined, his lean figure seemed more noticeable, everything about him seemed 'more' in her eyes. She remembered him being taller than she was too.
'Great,' she thought. 'I'm turning into a girl.'
"I still don't see it," Thala lied, turning back to her friends.
"I do. I see it, big time! Although even if he was my candidate, I wouldn't pick him," Miranda said.
"Why not?" Thalia asked, surprised at the revelation.
"It would ruin my reputation! I would become 'Miranda the reject' instead of just Miranda!" said girl exclaimed. "I'm sure that all those other girls who asked only did to see if he would crack. But I have to admit, he's definitely not bad looking..."
Thalia felt slightly disgusted, and she was sure it was reflected in her blue eyes. Bane of her existence or not, she thought that he didn't deserve to be played like that. No one did.
"Enough about that! Grace, did you do the dare or not?" Percy asked his friend, waggling his brows in a suggestive way.
Thalia glared at him for using her last name, but answered nonetheless, "No. No I didn't. But I did ask him why he refuses all the candidature offers."
"What did he say?" Percy asked, suddenly very much interested.
"He said, and I quote, 'That, my dear, is for me to know and for you to find out.' Unquote," the girl answered.
"Oh, my God! He was so totally flirting!" Rachel squealed.
"Did, Rachel Dare, I-hate-cheerleading-so-much extraordinaire, just use the cheerleader word 'totally'?" Thalia asked incredulously, trying desperately to change the subject.
"Yeah, so? Back to the point, please?" Rachel retorted, annoyed.
"For the last time! He wasn't flirting! He hates me, and the feeling is mutual," her friend said irritatedly.
"Hey, why do you hate him anyway?" Annabeth asked her.
Thalia recoiled a bit.
"He's done...things," she answered vaguely.
'Things I'd rather not talk about,' she finishd in her mind.
"What things?" Annabeth pressed on.
Thalia glanced around the table and noticed her friends' interested looks, and she felt like she had to answer the question. Bracing herself for what she knew was about to come, she let out a big sigh.
"Well, actually, just one thing. But it was enough to make me hate him."
When Thalia first met Nico, it was ten years ago. She was eight, and he was nine. She was alone, and so was he. So it was natural for the two outcasts to meet and become friends.
Often, when they had nothing to do, he would grab a stray lock of black hair from her head and play with it. And she would either let him continue or slap his hand away, playfully claiming he had cooties and ordering him not to touch her.
And of course, when life started looking good enough, maybe better than that, for them, something had to come and disrupt the peace.
It was her twelfth birthday, but something seemed off. She went to her classes and did everything like she usually does, but when she talked with her best friend, she noticed that he didn't have the usual sparkle in his eyes.
"Nico, what's wrong?" she asked him when they were walking home.
"Nothing. Nothing, Thalia," he said. Little did he know that was a very big mistake.
"Yeah, something is definitely wrong. You never call me 'Thalia' unless something is. It's always 'Thals' or 'Pinecone face'. Remember? From that time I ran face first into a pine tree?" she said.
"How could I forget?" he asked himself lightly.
"So, what's wrong?"
He sighed and stopped walking.
"It's just... I'm sorry, but I can't be your friend anymore," he answered sadly.
Thalia stopped walking as well and whirled around to face him.
"W-What?" she said, tears pooling in her eyes.
"We can't be friends anymore. My dad—"
"Since when do you listen to your dad?" she screamed.
"It's different this time. He—" Nico started.
"You know what? I don't even wanna know!" she yelled at him.
"Thals..."
"Don't you 'Thals' me, di Angelo! You lost the privilege of calling me that as soon as those words left your lips!"
"Thalia, please—"
"You promised me! You promised that nothing will tear us apart! You said we were always going to be friends! You and me, the two outcasts! You promised!" she screamed, tears running down her face.
"You have to understand that—"
"That what?! I hate you! I hate you! Don't ever talk to me anymore! I don't ever want to see you or hear your voice for the rest of my life!" she shouted and ran off, crying.
He watched her go with a look of absolute pain and regret on his angel-like face.
He slammed the door behind him. His father was on the couch. Nico didn't greet him. He didn't even acknowlegde him.
"Figlio—"
"No! Don't talk to me! Leave me alone!" the boy screamed.
"I am your father! You should respect me!" his father said.
"There is barely anything to respect," Nico hissed.
"Don't speak to me like—"
"You lost me my best friend!" he roared. He ran into his room right after that.
The last thing he heard before slamming the door was his mother saying, "Shame on you, Hades." Their relationship has never been the same ever since.
"Wait, lemme get this straight, you ran off without giving him any time to explain?" Annabeth exclaimed.
"Pretty much, yeah," Thalia answered, and proceeded to make a hasty retreat as soon as the bell rang.
"I'm home!" Thalia called out, dropping her bag by the couch.
She noticed that mher mother carelessly left the television on once again. She picked up the remote to turn it off.
"So, tell me again what happened before the flood?" the reporter asked. Her finger hovered over the button, her arm outstretched.
"My husband and I were fighting again," the woman being questioned answered shakily. "And then we felt a slight shaking in the house. We brushed it off and continued our spat. That was before the flood.
"Suddenly, a rumble was heard in the distance, and water came crashing down on us. I don't know what happened! It was so fast. And then I remembered my son, my baby Jeremy, upstairs in his room, all alone. He can't swim! He was just a wee child. I knew it was a lost cause.
"My husband couldn't swim either. The water was getting higher. It was strange, none of it was leaking out. Everything was confined in our house. My husband was drowning. I tried so hard to save him, I really did. But it was like a force was pulling me back from him. It was like someone, or something, wanted him to die. Him, and my son, both. The last thing I saw before I managed to open the door and save myself, was a wispy, black blur, zipping past me," she finished.
"There you have it, sudden flood from a unknown source. The question is, what is that wispy, black blur? Was it real, or a figment of the imagination?" the reporter concluded. Thalia quickly turned off the television and threw the remote on the sofa as if it were the Plague.
"Mom?" she called out nervously.
"In the dining room," her mother answered.
Slowly, Thalia dug out the marriage papers from her bag and padded over to the dining room. She dumped the documents by her mother's side.
"Where's Jason?" she ask her mom. "You know that worrying about my little brother comes in the package of being an older sister. Even if he is only a year younger."
"Out with Piper," her mother answered, amused. Jason promised a girl named Piper McLean that he would be her candidate when they came of age. He got almost got in trouble because he didn't talk about it with his family first, but got away with it because his mother thought it was adorable.
"What are these, Thalia?" Mrs. Grace asked, picking up the small stack of pristine white papers.
"They're, um... Marriage papers," Thalia answer awkwardly, still not comfortable about talking about anythin to her mother. Not after what she had done a few years back. "The school gave them away today. You're, uh, supposed to sign them."
Her mother gasped, then put her head in her hand, muttering, "I knew it. I knew I should have told her! I knew I should have told her..."
Thalia panicked. "What? Told me what? Mom! Mom! Answer me!"
"I'm back!" a masculine voice was heard from the doorway.
"Dad!" the teen exclaimed, hoping that she could get the answer out of her father instead.
"Zeus!" her mother shouted.
"Yes?" Zeus replied, noticing the worry in his wife's voice. "What's wrong, Beryl?"
"We got marriage papers! I told you we should have told her!"
"What? What? Told me what? I'm right here, you know!" Thalia yelled.
"How can we tell you this, sweetie..." her father started. Thalia paled. Her parents never called her any pet names unless something was wrong.
"You see, honey, you're already engaged..." her mother finished.
"What? And you choose to tell me this now?" the blue eyed girl asked a little angrily.
Her father sighed.
"We're very sorry, Thalia," he replied.
"Since when?" his daughter asked through grotted teeth.
"A little before you were born," her mother answered in a small voice.
Thalia's eyes widened considerably. "To... To who?" she asked nervously, almost not wanting to know.
"Uh... Nico di Angelo," her father answered carefully.
Thalia spent a long time staring at her parents in disbelief before backing away slowly and running up the stairs to her room two at a time. It was as if she were watching someone else do it. She impulsively grabbed her old white duffel bag, although it was more of a light grey now, threw a few random clothes in it, and zipped it up. She stormed out of the house, barely hearing her mother desperately trying to call her back.
"Thalia!"
"Hey... Can I... Can I stay here for the weekend?"
The place Thalia goes to will be revealed in chapter five!
Next chapter will be a filler. How do I know? I have it on paper.
How did you guys like it? I threw in a spirits mention in the newscast! For those of you who didn't get it, the wispy, black blur was a dark spirit.
Tell me what you think in a review! They make me happy!
The next disclaimer convo will be Annabeth Chase and Valya Castillo! How did you like the Nico/Salvatore one?
I'll try to update as fast as possible! But not before five reviews!
~XxYTTxX :)
Edit (23/12/2014):
IT IS NOW EDITED! THIS STORY IS FINALLY RID OF THE AWFUL FIRST PERSON POV! I CAN NOW REST IN PEACE!
Anyways, tell me if I missed anything, or if anything sounded weird. Hopefully I'd be able to post another chapter by Christmas!
~XxYTTxX :))
