Crysta: To All You Soap Opera Fans.
I woke up wrapped in a comfortable Will Solace.
"What the— Get up!" I said and tried to wriggle away from him, but that idiot held on tighter than Salmacis.
I also found that my head was on Nico's chest. He was still wearing his Cat Noir outfit. My bad.
"Wake up you two!" I said. I hit my head on Nico's chest and thrashed in Will's embrace.
Nico woke up immediately, but Will wasn't budging.
"So your up?" Nico asked
"Nope. Right now I'm in the underworld and you're trying to judge my soul. Of course I'm up. Obvi! What the hell happened here?" I asked him.
"You passed out after that dance. You know, the one where YOU kissed ME instead of me forcing you?" Nico said and smiled smugly.
"Shut up, Dark Angel. I was drunk, a lot of people were watching us, I had no choice. Now help me out with this," I said.
"So you did it because you felt it was right?" Nico asked while trying to remove Will.
"How am I supposed to know? " I said.
I could look at him better now. His cat ears were somehow cute.
"What's the problem? You gave me this outfit and I can't take it off." Nico said.
"Well I'm here now, right? Ask politely and I'll consider changing it back." I said .
I didn't know he was just going to make that bite me back later.
"Lovely Crysta-Annabecca Briseis Di Angelo, please get me out of this costume." Nico said.
I brought a ring and gave it a tiny stat boost.
"Proposing already? I just met you two days ago," Nico said.
"That's Will's job. This ring will help you transform back into Cat Noir when you want to. Just say your usual "Black, claws out!" And BAM." I said.
"How do I change back?" Nico asked.
"Black, claws in," I said.
Nico wore his ring. "Black, claws in."
He changed into his regular clothes.
"Did you put this guy in a death trance?" I asked.
"A death trance doesn't leave you with this much energy. It seems he thinks you're a teddy bear." Nico explained.
"Baby?" Will said in his sleep.
"You have got to be kidding me— WAKE YOUR SHINY ASS UP, WILLIAM SOLACE DI ANGELO!" I shouted.
Nothing.
"Dude, we're just engaged to be engaged to be engaged to be engaged, and you're giving him my last name?" Nico said.
"You started it. And it seems I have to try out my godly mind reading powers to see what the heck this guy's dreaming about." I said.
I concentrated, and found myself in a very unfamiliar room.
I do not want to repeat what I saw. It's too terrifying. But let's just say it involved me and Will. Alone.
"Don't you just love this place? Peace and quiet, and the whole place to ourselves." Will said.
"I just like the place. But I love you."
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh! I thought.
"I love you more," Will said.
"Obviously not more than Nico." Dream Me said.
I tried to back out of the dream, but you know those soap operas that you want to stop watching but then you suddenly change your mind to see what happens next? That was technically what happened.
"If Nico hadn't proposed before I did—"
Hold up, hold up, hold up. Proposed? No fricking way. I thought.
"You can't blame yourself, Phaethon. And remember, I haven't even replied yet." Dream me consoled.
"But how are we going to tell him about the baby?" Will asked.
That's it!
I walked right up to Will Solace and slapped that son of a Naomi in the face.
"What the heck?" Will said when we finally got out of dream land.
He nursed his cheek where I slapped him.
"Nico Di Angelo, I kid you not that that was the worst dream in history." I said.
"But—"
"NO buts. It's one of those dreams that will and should only be dreams. And if you dare tell any of that to your boyfriend over here, I will smack you back to Chaos." I said.
"What's so bad about this dream? Did you get eaten by Typhon? Kicked out of camp? Did you dream about Apollo again? Or me?" Nico asked.
"Apart from the you part, all that times fifty. That's how bad it is. We need to talk, Will Solace." I said and dragged Will out of bed.
