Umm... What is this? This is possibly the longest chapter I've ever written. Ever. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this one!

Chapter 13

Will's POV

Three days later
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Will swept his hair out of his face, trying to get a decent view of himself in the mirror. He looked as he always did, just a bit more tired. Well, not just a bit... But he had his reasons. The school dance was that night, and he had no plan. No, it wasn't just a 'oh shit, what am I supposed to wear?' type of plan. It was more of an 'oh shit, I have twelve hours left to ask out the guy who will probably reject me' plan. Even if he did somehow manage to make a plan, it would end horribly and most likely come back to haunt him later.

"Hey Nico," He smirked, leaning one elbow on the sink. "You would look really nice in a suit... Maybe you should wear one to the dance with me?" He paused, staring blankly at his reflection. Hell no. that would never work. Next, he tried a simple 'will you go to the dance with me?' but it sounded a bit more like "Danceyouwantgowithme?". Yeah, no way. He was hopeless.

"Dude!" Cecil yelled. "You've been in the bathroom for like, ten minutes! Should I be concerned?"

Will walked out of the bathroom, shooting metaphorical darts into Cecil's eye. "I just can't figure out how to ask him to the dance! He's just too stubborn! If I stay traditional and just ask him to the dance, he'll think I'm boring. If I use a pickup line, he'll think I'm a loser!"

"Dude, he already knows you're a boring loser," Cecil chuckled. No, chuckled sounded to manly. It was more like a weird giggle-snort. "Hey, maybe he likes boring losers! That's a weird type, dont'cha think?"

"You're not helping! And on top of that, I look like I just came back from the land of the dead! Do you know how many hours of sleep I got last night? Right, zip, zero, none! And I'm having a bad hair day! I have a bad hair day. Every. Single. Day." Will tried to pat his hair down, but alas, that made it stand up more.

"Chill. You're ranting. Anyway, I'm sure it'll work out. This is Nico we're talking about, he's never made you nervous!"

"Am I really that great of an actor?" Will grumbled. Cecil was kidding, right? Every time he saw Nico, his heart stopped. In fact, his heart almost stopped right then. "Who is that?" He hissed, hearing a knock at the door. What if it was Jason, coming to pound his skull for not asking Nico out? He slid under the bed, trying to position himself so he could still see the door. Cecil sighed, rolling his eyes. He walked up to the door and twisted the knob, letting in their visitor. Will could only see their shoes, but he could immediately tell who it was.

"Oh, hey Nico!" Cecil greeted. "What're you doing here at this hour?"

Will could tell that Nico was eyeing Cecil suspiciously, blush rising to his cheeks. "It's time for lunch... And I didn't see Will there, so I just wanted to check in. It was stupid, I should probably go..." There was a part of Will that wanted to let him leave, spare himself from the humiliation. But instead, Cecil took action for him.

"Hey! Wait, I think Will's changing in the bathroom... I'll just tell him you're here! Wait in the hallway." Cecil closed the door behind him, before smirking at Will. "Go, blondie. Go get your man!"

Will pulled himself out from under the bed, brushing of the dust that clung to his clothing. He took a deep breath before pushing the door open. He stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him. Hey, Cecil didn't need to hear his conversations! He whirled around, trying to spot Nico. His eyes landed on the small boy at the end of the hallway. The figure sauntered towards him, looking down at his feet.

"You uhh... You look nice, Nico." He said, taking in the person in front of him. "Did you get a haircut or something?"

"Yeah... I, umm... You look nice, too. I mean, you usually don't look bad, but... I need to shut up, sorry." Nico stuttered. "Where were you at lunch today? Not that I was worried, but... Damn it, Solace. I was worried."

"Well, about that," Will rubbed the back of his neck. "I wasn't hungry.., I was just thinking about stuff, you know?"

Nico nodded. "I was thinking too... Are you going to that stupid dance thing tonight?"

"Yeah," Will started. He was quickly cut off.

"Well then, who's the lucky boy?" Nico asked, staring at his boots.

"Nobody yet, actually. Are you going?"

"I, uhh," Nico started. "That's kind of why I came..." Silence hung heavy in the air, waiting for someone to grab the opportunity. After about ten seconds of awkward staring, Nico spoke up. "I came... Because I wanted to know if you wanted to go? I mean, we could go as friends or whatever... It's stupid. I should just stay in my-"

"Hey, it's not stupid." Will grabbed Nico's hand, stopping him from walking away. "I was actually going to ask you the same thing... Just, you know, not as friends? We could go as... They type of people who wear a matching suit and dress... But like, your pocket square could match my tie? I could get a-"

"So, you want me to be your date?" Nico contemplated, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah," Will blushed. "Or something like that... If that would be okay?"

"That would be... Just, don't be late, Solace! Or else there's a zero percent chance of it ever happening again." Nico winked, before dashing down the hall.

"Aye aye, captain." Will muttered under his breath. He ran back into his room, where Cecil was waiting impatiently.

"I was going to spy on you," Cecil muttered. "But I thought better of it. What happened?"

"I-I think we're going to the dance together? I don't know! I just- I can't be late. And I need a suit. Pronto. And a red tie... And I need to do my hair. Did I mention I'm having a bad hair day? Nico got a haircut, and it's really cute. He is not supposed to be the cute one! That's my job!"

"Pull yourself together!" Cecil shouted. He slapped Will on the cheek, and admittedly, it stung pretty bad. "First order of business; you need a suit. My extra one won't fit you, and Jason and Percy are the only guys in this school who might have your size."

"Fine. We'll go to Jason."

"No," Cecil demanded. "We won't. He's Nico's roommate! Rule three of committing a crime; Never associate yourself with someone the victim might be close with."

"Dude, this isn't a crime. I just need a suit."

"Fine. But we aren't going to Jason. What do you have against Percy, anyway?" Cecil raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response.

"I don't-"

"Save your bullshit," Cecil snarled. "You do."

"God, Cecil! It's not important! Let's just go get the suit." Will walked past his friend, and out the door. "Are you coming, or not?"

"Not. You have to solve your own problems."

On that note, Will closed the door behind him. What did he care if Cecil helped him? He was perfectly capable of taking care of his own issues. He took off down the hallway, hoping Percy had an extra suit.

"Wait, did you ask him out, or did he ask you out?" Percy asked.

"Both, I guess." Will shrugged. "It was just... It just happened. It was a mutual agreement."

"Damn it, Solace! I had my money on you! God, I really wanted double dessert for three months." Percy shook his head. "So, what do you need from me? Make it quick, I have to go get Annabeth soon. Wait, let me guess. Hair product?"

"Yes! Oh goodness, yes. My hair looks like something from the depths of hell. And, do you by chance have an extra suit?" Will asked. Percy wasn't that bad, he just kind of put Will on edge. Maybe that would change someday.

"Yeah, I have a suit. It might be a little too small across the chest... You know, because you have broader shoulders? I'm not trying to say that you have... Never mind. I should just go get the stuff." Percy ran off to get the suit, leaving Will to ponder what just happened.

Did he just tell me that I have boobs? God, when Nico said that Jackson was an idiot, he didn't know exactly how much of an idiot he really was. Let's put it this way; On a scale of one to one-hundred of maturity level, Percy Jackson would be sixty-nine. He glanced in the window to see his reflection. Damn, he hoped Percy had some really good product; he would need it. It wasn't that he obsessed about his hair, it's just that he wanted it to look nice for his first 'date'. It really was his first date, considering he'd never gone out with anyone before.

Percy tossed him the product and handed him the suit. Will thanked him and turned to leave, when Percy spoke up. "Wait! One more thing!" The black-haired boy ran across the room, grabbed something and ran back. "It's from a bouqet for Annabeth... Now go! Don't be late, someone might try to steal your man!"

Will ran out the door, clutching the small crimson rose in his hand. He couldn't be late.

MEHAHAHA dorky Percy... Will always having a bad hair day is so canon... Help me. Anyway, feel free to leave a review! I crave constructive criticism. Also, what should I write next? Please comment ideas. And also, if you want to follow my cosplay account on instagram its just_reyna_here . Okay, I'm done now.