I traced random scribbles on Nico's back as he slept. It was early so it would probably be another hour till he even woke up but I just liked to draw on his back. It was something that comforted me and he didn't mind.

Apollo decided to stay a while longer since my crash, but after a week I kinda wanted him to go back home. I was grateful for all the people who were concerned but I was sick of being babied.

Nico wouldn't even let me out of his sight for no more than a few minutes, that wasn't so bad. Another thing was watching Netflix, we watched a few series in the past week.

I watched out the window in Nico's room as the sun rose up from the sky. I was worried to be going back to work and to college Monday. I missed a lot with school and my anxiety didn't hesitate to remind me about it.

Nico and Apollo thankfully helped out with what assignments and things I needed to study, but I still worried when I got to the actual class it was going to be another level of hard.

Latte's was another thing, they told me to take my time and to work on school. Calypso even gave me a week off with pay.

With a sigh, I untangled myself from the bed and Nico's grasp before heading off to get a shower.

Most of my cuts and scratches healed over enough I could do things again. I hated not being able to do something because of a stupid cut on my torso. It was so stupid to me, but Nico would not budge on me resting.

The warm water hit my face and I relaxed into it. Letting it wash away my worries and troubles. I was not going to let things get to me anymore and that was a promise I made a long time ago.

I washed off with my favorite lemon body wash, I also was lazy and used it as shampoo even though I probably shouldn't have.

It smelled too nice not to.

When I was out of the shower I got dressed in my boxer-briefs and laid back down next to Nico. He seemed half awake but still sleeping if that makes sense.

"If I got a neck tattoo of a flamingo do you think it would look good?" I asked.

It was almost funny how much Nico hated being talked to like this in the mornings before coffee. He was like a zombie. A very angry zombie.

"No." his face was pressed into the pillow in what looked like irritation so I kept going with questions.

"Why does Slenderman dress so fancy? Like is that the dress code or does he just like being extra?"

No answer.

"What would it be like if cows had wings, do you think they would still like me?"

He groaned and threw a pillow at me, hitting me in the face. Then he just stared at the ceiling with a glare like it just offended his entire existence.

"Are you there Neek's?" I asked with laughter laced in my voice. He shook his head yes then no like he wasn't sure.

"Physically, yes. Mentally is debatable."

I laughed and got up. "Come on Neek's come get breakfast with me," I reached out my hand to help my half there boyfriend. He reluctantly got up and followed me out to the kitchen only after he wrapped himself in one of the blankets.

Despite the sun being out it was kind of rainy outside. The autumn weather was kicking in and you could tell it was going to be a cold winter.

The only thing I found positive about days like this was that the colorful leaves mixed with sun and rain helped create the perfect atmosphere for a movie marathon or binging something inside wrapped in a blanket.

Maybe even drinking hot tea and ignoring the small pile of bills on the counter and the lectures you have in two days.

My dad wasn't home so Nico and I had the house to ourselves for a little while. It was nice to just have some quiet in the house.

After Nico got his coffee he seemed to be more himself. I helped him make breakfast and by 'helped' I mean I got the plates and drinks.

We sat and ate before going to watch something. Nico had work but didn't have to leave till twelve.

"I think if you're going to save the city without people noticing it's you, it might be helpful to cover the stubble. You're telling me no one knows it's him?!" Nico ranted.

We were watching Arrow, I've seen most of the series except the last season, but when Nico said he hadn't watched it I had to rewatch it with him.

"It's a show, of course they don't know," I said simply.

I rested my head on his shoulder and got comfy as he ran his fingers through my hair and talked about random things in the show.

It was nice, it was something I craved since I can remember. I always wanted someone who could just comfort me without thinking, without me asking. Nico was someone I realized I couldn't live without.

He was my light.

I know it's cheesy but my life started to be something brighter with him, which is actually ironic considering he is the embodiment of darkness.

I was content when I was with him.

Before I knew it the day had passed by so quickly it was now dark. I woke up thinking it was some other time zone. This is why I hated taking naps in the afternoon.

"Sleeping beauty is awake," Nico laughed walking over to me. He looked like he just got back home.

Did I sleep the whole time?

I got up still confused by my nap. Nico surprised me by pulling me into a hug and I didn't need to hesitate to pull him up taking him to the couch.

"Will! You should not be lifting me, plus I hate it so put me the fuck down!" he yelled.

I sat him down and laughed. "You know you're not all that heavy right?"

"I don't know if that should be a compliment or insult," he muttered making eye contact.

"Just kiss me dumbass," I said with a grin.

He thought for a moment before rolling his eyes as he pulled me closer to him. Our lips met and I tasted the normal coffee and cigarette taste that was Nico di Angelo.

I held myself half up with my arms on either side of him. There was no better feeling than kissing him. There was no drug, no nothing that couldn't beat this.

The feeling of his tongue in my mouth or the sounds of soft moans that escaped when I would press my body up to his.

Then my father walked out in the loud manner he was.

"Aw, you two are so cute!"

I quickly get off Nico and did my best not to look as embarrassed as I was. I didn't even know Apollo was home but I guess he was.

He was wearing white skinny jeans ripped up the sides and stitched back together with rainbow string and a plain gray t-shirt. It was a weird look but it went well with his tan skin and blond hair.

"Where are you going?" I asked changing the subject to anything but Nico and me.

My father loved talking about himself so it didn't take much to switch topics with him. He grinned and happily told us that he was going to a club in the city.

"It is filled with beautiful people, of course not as beautiful as me but still it will be fun!"

He looked genuinely happy about going out to where ever the club was. Honestly it wasn't anything unusual he liked the whole club scene every once in a while.

I sighed and leaned back to the couch with a slightly blushing Nico. He was getting used to my dad and I didn't know if I found it sad or funny, maybe both.

"Make sure you don't forget anything," I say staring at his wallet on the table but he took it as something else.

"Don't worry I have condoms and lube in my pockets," he said without missing a beat.

Nico and I both cringed at how happy he was about that and the fact my dad was just so open about his sex life.

It was things I didn't need to know.

"Not what I meant," I said flatly pointing to the wallet.

"Oh, that too."

When he left Nico and I laughed at the whole situation. It was like we were just told the funniest thing you could think of times ten.

We ended up watching a tv show before Nico when a got a shower. While he was in the shower my mom stopped by with food.

Since the crash, she would bring me cookies or some of her other delicious creations.

"Here honey, I thought you would like some cookies then I realized I had extra chili so I figure you guys could use some."

I helped her in with the food and thanked her before she left yelling at Jessica to turn the song down. Jessica gave me the thumbs up when they left.

After dinner, I did the stuff I had been putting off like paying bills and looking into getting a new vehicle soon.

I couldn't have Nico drive me everywhere he had a life too.

"Why can't I just eat cookies and kiss you?" I asked Nico when he walked out, seeing me sadly looking at papers and a plate of cookies.

He only rolled his eyes. "So dramatic."