Hey guys! Hope you all are having a wonderful holiday because I know I am! *laughs nervously* but seriously, Christmas is coming up and I thought you might want a new chapter before I cry a little bit and ignore this for another month or so – knowing me.
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DISCLAIMER: Don't own characters, like last time…
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"Nico, you are crazy!" Bianca fumed.
"I don't think I am," he added nonchalantly.
"You dyed your hair freaking pink! You are crazy!"
"Well, he did cut it too…" Hazel peeped in.
"Hazel, don't support this!" Bianca howled.
"Thanks, mom," Nico rolled his eyes.
Nico walked over to the couch and jumped down. Throwing his feet onto the coffee table, he leaned back and closed his eyes.
He had dyed his hair pink to prove a point to his sister, but that was really only the spark in the idea. A small voice in his slowly began to manufacture in the back of his mind, only starting out as a slightly rebellious teenage nagging, but over time, even the smallest thought reluctantly started to grow and turn into a full on idea, one that didn't even sound, well, dumb.
When he and his sister had been talking about ketchup and Fluttershy, they had only joked around about what it would be like if Nico did have pink hair, but now, he felt like he was opening new parts of himself, parts that had been locked for his entire life and he was now just starting to find.
"You're losing your mind already," Bianca threw her hands up in defeat.
"Maybe!" Nico replied almost sarcastically. "It's like I'm a whole other person. I get into fights, I have friends; I also dyed my hair freaking pink! Hell, I even kiss boys now! Who knows what I'll do next, I might even join a Volleyball team."
"Volleyball? Really?" Bianca asked judgingly, crossing her arms in front of her.
"Who knows?"
"I thought you hated sports," Hazel sought longingly.
"Well, I hated people too, but as you can see, that didn't exactly work out in my favor. Now, I'm going to bed. Good night."
Nico got up even through the protests of his family. He climbed the stairs and closed his door when he reached his room. After stripping down to nothing and throwing a pair of pants on, he climbed into bed after shutting the lights off and fell asleep instantaneously.
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Green. Green and blue. Those were the two colors Nico could see.
Walking along the endless emerald, he realized it was grass. The green had been grass, so that would make the blue the sky, right? He could feel every blade as it tickled his feet. He came to the conclusion that he wasn't wearing any shoes when he felt the small drops of dew dampen the bottom of each foot. The blades of grass cushioned each step, engulfing him in a secure feeling, almost that of a cloud.
As he continued to walk forward, he could make out more of his surroundings. There were smaller flowers entangled in the grass. They were pastels hidden in a sea of green.
Nico wiggled his toes, feeling the grass and the new found blossoms in between each and every toe.
Nico looked up. The sky was an endless sea, fading through shades in all directions, a light source present, but not truly locatable.
One step. Two steps. Three steps, and off he went! Nico went running a crossed the pastels and shaved emerald. He picked up speed and the wind blew towards him.
He stopped abruptly. Looking down, he noticed that he was wearing a dress. Only of plain while and of the same material throughout. It came only to tea-length and was airy. Even though he should have minded, he didn't.
Atop his head was that of a flower crown. His hair was still that of its natural color, but the different shades of pink really stood out as various colors bloomed throughout the new head piece.
Jittery, he hopped up and down, feeling weightless.
When he heard a voice, he almost jumped out of his skin, but on the outside, one could not tell. His feelings verses his physical movements were not the same. He turned in all directions to find the source of the voice, but he was not successful on locating it.
When I called again for the second time, he could make out what it was saying. The voice was calling his name. As Nico wanted to be nervous, his body decided he was to be curious. Still looking for the source of the voice, he walked forward and off to the side, tilting his head to see all around to find the source.
The third time was when he recognised the voice. Nico stopped turning around to try and locate the voice; he just stood there, facing forward.
He turned around.
The boy standing there was blonde and wearing a white outfit, just like Nico. The blonde's image still a blur. As regained his sight back slowly, the boy came into focus.
Even against the cerulean background, the boy's striking eyes stood out, reflecting perfectly the light coming from gods know where. His smile was small, but breathtaking.
When he held out his hand, the wind picked up and blew his shaggy a crossed his tan face. Nico's dress waved in the wind, his hair scattered all throughout.
As a tiny whisper of a smile crept onto the face of the blonde, Nico inhaled deeply, feeling all of his worries disappear without a trace.
He could feel his body moving without his control. As he screamed to himself 'stop!' his body continued to ignore his own wished, pushing himself past what he thought he could do. The cushion of the soft pasture enhanced the bounce of each step.
When he reached the blonde, the boy in front of him held out his hands as Nico ran into his embrace. The taller blonde wrapped his arms around the smaller boy on impact.
They stood there for what felt like forever, just holding one another. Nico looked up at the blonde boy that stood in front of him, the two being almost nose to nose. Looking at one another, staring endlessly into each other's eyes, the blonde slowly started to lean down. Nico wanted to run, he really did, but something was preventing him from doing so.
As the blonde leaned down, inching his face closer and closer, all the dark haired boy could do was close his eyes. Out of his own surprise, he also started to lean forward into the oncoming connection. When the space became close to non-existent, he was positive what was going to happen; he could feel the older boys breathe on his face, and he didn't mind it – strangely.
Just before anything could happen, Nico shot awake by the sound of a buzzing noise resonating. His breathe was heavy and damp, his heart beat racing a million miles a minute. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead.
"What. The. Hell?"
Nico threw his blanket on the floor and got up. He turned off his alarm with a sigh then proceeded to throw on a pair of pants and a shirt on after smell checking them.
When he got to the bathroom, he managed to beat his sisters to it so he took advantage of this magical moment and quickly closed the door and locked it.
He walked up to the sink and turned the tap. While the water began to circle down the drain, Nico stared at his reflection, contemplating everything. Resting all of his weight on hands, he leaned over the sink, staring eye to eye with his own reflection.
"God," Nico wiped his face with his hand, "What's going on with me?"
He stuck his hands in the free flowing water and splashed some on his face. He rested for a small while before wiping his face with the towel. He slowly let his hands fall, bring the dampened towel down with them.
Just as he got lost in his own thoughts, the door busted open with his older sister behind the attack.
"What the hell are you doing?" his sister asked.
"Well, I was getting ready before you completely ignored the fact that the door was closed. And didn't I lock it?"
"Enough with the trivial things," Bianca exclaimed, "Now, move," Bianca walked right up to him and pushed his out of the way.
"Can't I use the bathroom for once in the morning?" he asked, sounding a little more than upset.
"You're not a girl," Bianca examined her face in the mirror, "So you don't need it right away."
"Thanks for that wonder observation of my gender, sis," Nico rolled his eyes. "Don't think Sherlock could have done it better…"
"Don't need to be so moody," his sister added sounding irked.
"Don't need to be so bitchy and bossy," Nico shot back.
"What's wrong with you this morning?" Bianca asked, slightly annoyed.
"Well, for starters, you didn't have to take over the bathroom when I was using it, and I lock it for a reason," Nico fumed.
Bianca's eyes widened in surprise as her brother talked back to her. One thing Nico never did was being actively aggressive, he was basically the poster boy for passive aggressiveness, and only recently had he begun to fight back without letting it sit in for a few hours at best.
Before Bianca could fight back, Nico grabbed her by the wrist and threw her out of the bathroom, slamming the door in her face.
Bianca just stood there with a dumbfounding look on her face. She was so discombobulated about what just happened that she didn't even notice when her sister, Hazel, walked up beside her with her mom on her other side.
"What just happened?" her mother asked.
"To be honest, I am not even sure," Bianca replied back monotone.
Hazel just giggled a little to her sister's dumbfounded response. "He sure is changing."
"That he is," his mother responded before walking down stairs.
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When Nico got to school, he was greeted by Annabeth and Piper.
"Your hair!" Annabeth pointed out with an airy yell, one that could hardly be heard but had enough force to still be made out.
"Hair!" Piper following with the same type of speech.
Both girls continued this quiet yelling contest until Nico started to walk away, heading in the direction of his locker.
"Hey! Wait up!" Annabeth yelled in her normal voice as Nico continued to walk away from her.
Both girls jogged to catch up to the dark haired boy, asking random questions the entire time.
"Why did you dye it?"
"Why do you look good in pink?"
"Did you lose a bet?"
"Why are you so damn fast?!"
By the time they got to his locker, both girls were out of breath from trying to keep up and ask questions at the same time.
Nico opened his locker and started to take things out and put things in.
"Why did you do it?" Piper asked in between breathes.
"Because I wanted to," Nico took out a text book.
Just before Annabeth could open her mouth, shouting from two different people could be heard getting louder.
"No, I'm hotter!"
"Nu-uhh!"
"Fight me!"
"Right here, right now, bruh!"
"Oh gods…" Piper muttered, covering her face with her hand.
"Why?" Annabeth asked to the heavens before wiping her face with her hands.
When Percy and Jason wiped around the corner, Annabeth took her hands away from her face, turned, and smiled sweetly, yet artificial, at her boyfriend and his friend.
"Nico!" Percy yelled while out of breath.
"Nico!" Jason screamed like a girl.
"Oh gods…" Nico muttered before slowly turning around to face the out-of-breath teenagers who were acting like children.
"Who's hotter?" Percy asked airily.
"It's me, isn't it?" Jason cut in while trying to catch his breath.
"Oh look, you dyed your hair," Percy managed to choke up.
"It's nice," Jason stretched his back, "I like it! Oh gods that felt nice!"
"Do I have to answer this?" Nico mumbled.
"Yes!" both boys yelled at the same time, followed by a cough by Jason.
"Why?" Nico asked judgingly.
"Because we can't ask our girlfriends because it would be fixed," Percy informed.
"Then ask some random girl, not me."
"But if we do that, it might not be fair. We have a lot of fans, and anyway, it's better to have it from an unbiased opinion," Jason told the younger boy. "You being taken and gay and everything, you know?"
"Then ask Will!" Nico picked up his voice before slamming his locker.
"Ask me what?"
On the other side of the locker door stood Will, he looked a bit confused on everything. When Nico heard his voice, he almost had a heart attack. He hated when he did that, just standing there until Nico closed his locker door and then saying something and scaring Nico half to death.
"Stop doing that!" Nico yelled. "And nothing," as Nico tried to walk away, he found that he was cornered into his little bubble that slowly was becoming invaded; he was starting to feel like Poland.
"These idiots are at it again," Annabeth informed Will.
"Ah, what is it this time?" Will asked.
"Who's hotter," Piper added, "And Nico's the judge."
"No, I am not!" Nico yelled.
Will raised a brow.
"Really?" Will crossed his arms and leaned back onto the locker, shifting his weight from one foot to another. "Now I want to know."
"No, no you don't," Nico mumbled, falling into himself.
Will chuckled lightly, his shoulders rising being the only indication of so. With a small sigh, he uncrossed his arms and patted his hand on the younger boy's hair.
"I like it," Will smiled.
"R-really?" Nico brought his hand up to his hair shyly, slowly patting it with wide eyes meeting blue.
"Yeah."
Nico slowly averted his eyes away from Will's, but his smile on his face showed he wasn't that mad about it, no matter how hard he tried.
Before anyone could open their mouth, the bell began to ring, signaling the start of the first class. Nico hugged his books closer to his chest before taking off in the direction of his first class.
When he got to English class, he put his books and head on the desk; bring his arms up to cover his obvious blush, trying to conceal it from the world.
He didn't want any of this 'destiny' crap to be real, but he couldn't help but feel something for the blonde. He wasn't sure what the feeling sitting in his chest was, but whatever it was, it was here to stay, and Nico wasn't sure if he wanted it to.
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Just as the bell for the last class rang, Nico sighed, knowing he had to go to the stupid play practice. He didn't hate it, but he didn't like it to begin with. If he wanted to do this, he would have auditioned; like he ever would even if he did want to.
After grabbing his script from his locker (not that he really needed it, he had been cramming it into his spare time and already memorized every line), he made his way to the theater, opening the doors.
It wasn't time for the actual work to begin, so everyone else was fooling around. Some were looking over lines, doing homework from the day that had just ended, and some were just doing what the hell they wanted to.
Nico wasn't all that close to anybody really, so most of his time spent was looking over the script or doing homework. Rarely did he or anyone else for that matter try and get him to join them. Most of them were just interested in him, trying to get to know him, but with Nico being as anti-social as he was; most of their attempts were futile.
Nico didn't mind all that much. It wasn't that much of a change from his everyday life.
"Oh my God! Did you read the new chapter of Attack on Titan?" one of the girls to Nico's right blurted out.
"Oh my God, yes!"
"Levi and Eren, am I right?" she giggled.
"No, Eren and Levi, duh," her friend replied back, rolling her eyes.
"We can't be friends."
"Fight me!" Both girls were silent before laughing hysterically, falling against one another. "But really, Eren and Levi totes."
"Alright, but let's ask someone else," the first girl informed.
Nico wasn't listening all that much to the conversation because he did tune them out, but when the two girls turned in their seats to face him, he knew that when they were going to ask someone something, they meant him.
"Nico, right?" The first girl asked.
"Yeah," Nico replied back, adverting his eyes to meet their determined glances.
"Eren and Levi or Levi and Eren?"
Were these girls really asking him about his choice of ships? How would they know if he even knows what they were talking about? Not that they were wrong, he did in fact know what Attack no Titan was and did have his own opinion on the ship, but why him?
"Well, I could throw out some excuse about how I don't know what you're talking about, but because I do, I'd have to say Levi-Eren."
Both girls blinked in awe at the boy that sat beside them, their mouths wide open. Nico just turned his gaze back to his homework, quickly marking the page with narrow strides of his pencil.
"Told you!" The first girl pointed out after her initial shock.
"I didn't expect that at all…"
Nico looked over and smirked. He shrugged his shoulders and then went back to his work. He wasn't one for conversation, but lately he didn't really care that much. Who knew?
When his English teacher wandered in, she makes her way to the front of the stage and started listing off a bunch of information that Nico couldn't help but tune out. Hey, it wasn't his fault, he couldn't help it if the words in one ear and out the other.
"Alright, so just so you know, we go on in three days and we already have several people that have pre-ordered their tickets."
The cast members cheered at that.
"Now, with the date so close, today and every day after that we will be doing our run-throughs in costumes. We have the newspaper coming for the next two days for interviews and some quick shots before the performance. She will also be here opening night, before and after."
"So, she's coming to take our photos?"
"Yes, photos and interviews with some of the cast members to see how you guys imagine your characters as your own," Mrs. A informed.
The entire theater boomed with noise, echoing off of every corner.
"Alright, alright, now, can everyone get into costumes and makeup and get ready for a full run through."
When she clapped her hands, everyone dispersed, heading backstage to grab what was needed and heading to different areas to get ready.
Nico slowly got up and walked over to Mrs. A. He didn't exactly have a costume because he wasn't part of the original cast, so was pretty much in the dark.
"Umm…" Nico squeaked shyly, hobbling over in her direction.
She turned around and her eyes grew twice their size.
"What happened to your hair?!"
Nico wasn't sure how to respond. He dyed it, but was that an okay responds? Would she be man at him? Was she already mad at him? In an attempted to find a proper response, he decided one wasn't needed.
"What am I going to do with you?" She asked, mainly to herself, but Nico heard and just shrugged.
"I'm not mad at you, it's just… with the play being so soon, I'm just a little on edge with everything," Mrs. A streaked her hand down her face, stretching her skin.
"I understand. I wasn't thinking."
"No, don't worry about it. I think it adds a little to your character in a way," she winked at him, trying to show that she was still her happy, cheerful self.
"The reason I'm here is because I don't know what I'm doing for costume…"
"Oh, don't worry about that! You'll just use what you can of Leo's and we'll go from there. You two are both smaller framed, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem," she reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder and walking him over to where Leo's costumes had been resting.
He took the bag with a slightly forced smile and headed to the boys' change room.
When he was done changing, he made his way back to the theater and started looking through his script. After looking through a few parts he was still shaky on, he tossed it to the side and made his way to where he was supposed to stand and waited.
"Benedict Cumberbatch, Benedict Cumberbatch…" Nico muttered to himself, trying to loosen up and relax. Even if it was just a full run through and not the actual performance, being off book for the first time was scaring him more than he wanted to admit.
Taking a deep breath in and out, he looked over where Will was chatting with a few people before taking his place. Something deep down told him to look away before he was caught, but before he could, Will caught his eyes, locking his with the younger boy. He gave him a calming smile before turning his attention back to what he was supposed to.
Nico took in a shaky breath, but it help. His heart beat was coming down to normal and he knew he could do this.
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When he got home from practice, he heard his older sister screaming from the living room. He looked over to find her and their mom jumping up and down, squealing like Guinea pigs.
"What's up?" Nico asked shaking off his backpack and tossing his shoes to the side.
"It came in!" Bianca yelled back, dancing only slightly.
"Should I ask?"
"My prom dress got here!"
Nico just looked at the two people in front of him and rolled his eyes. Of course Bianca was worrying about her prom dress. She was a senior and prom was coming up, so of course this was what was on her mind. All seniors would be going to prom with their 'meant to be's, so why wouldn't she be happy? She was a senior just like… oh.
Will was a senior too.
That thought had only just struck his mind, but as he tried to shake it, it only took a hold of his mind, shoving everything else out of the way and placing that small fact above all else.
Why hasn't he talked about it yet? It was next week, right? Wouldn't Will take him? Had he already asked someone else?
Nico shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking about that. He didn't really care for that blonde, but the thought tugged at him deep down, making his stomach turn.
Before anyone could pick up on his uneasiness, he headed up stairs to his room, slamming his door behind him. After today, he just wanted to go to bed and ignore the world. And that's what he did.
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How was it? Short, I know, but I hope it's good. I'm having trouble finding motivation to write, but on a high note, for Christmas I've written you guy's a new story! There will be a new chapter every day until Christmas, and that's when ill post the last chapter. It's pretty great, if I do say so myself.
It just a simple 'thank you' present to my fans and for those who wish to experience the 'Kitty experience' for the first time! It's another AU, cuz I can't do anything else. *laughs sadly* A little inside from me to you guys is that it's about Nico, who is an author, and Will, who is an actor. When Nico writes a book that gets published, it soon gets turned into a movie that Will stars in as the main character. The thing is, Nico has been in love with Will as an actor for years and Will has been a huge fan of the author for almost as long. But there's a catch: nobody knows that Nico's the author.
I really hope you guys will check it out on the 21st because I've had this stupid idea forever now and is ignoring them pending doom which is finals and Social class to write this, trust me tho, I'd rather be doing this, so hope you check it out!
Kitty out!
