Second part to Solangelo! ^_^

To RandomFanAuthor- I enjoy the Hazel-not-knowing-anything-blah-blah trope as well! I feel like she sorely needs to catch up on the important stuff, like Harry Potter and Ninja Turtles. Obviously.

Nico was sitting on his bunk, frowning at the décor. With Louisa's help, he had already dismantled the vampire-coffin beds, leaving just the bases of the frames and the mattresses. The rest of the coffins may or may not have met a rather fiery end on which they may or may not have roasted marshmallows on and may or may not have burned a few other vampire-esque things and Drew's hairbrush.

He flopped back and immediately, his door was almost knocked off its hinges. The thumps were quick and non-stop; only one person knocked like that.

"Louisa." He grumbled, propping the door open against the inside of his wrist. "We need to go over your door etiquette again."

"Fuck that noise, I've got some good news!"

"You found an anger management coach?"

"What, no!"

"You won the lottery and are going to give me all the money to redecorate this hovel?"

"Pfft, get your own!" She covered his mouth before he could say anything else. "Listen, I can either come in 'n' tell ya like a normal borin' person, or I can stand here 'n' scream for all of camp to here that a certain blond medical dude likes you too!" Nico's eyes widened. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her in, slamming the door. "Rude." She muttered.

"This isn't one of your weird jokes, is it? I swear to gods, Lou, if it is-"

"Would I? Would I really?"

"I want to say yes."

"Breathe. Lower your voice a few octaves." She smirked, rubbing at her ear.

"Oh, shut up." He fumed, heat flooding his cheeks. She smiled. "So…" He tried, words catching in his throat.

"So, yeah. Will likes ya too 'n' wants ta ask ya out."

"And… what did you say to him?"

"I said I'd sort it."

"Why?"

"Me or Jason?" She pointed out. Nico huffed. "Will's worried he's gonna freak ya out 'n' ya gonna poof inta shadows or somethin'." She tipped her head to one side, scratching at her nose. "Ain't ya banned from Underworldy stuff? Doctor's note 'n' all that?" If possible, his blush increased tenfold and she had to turn away to avoid snickering. She noticed the little shrine he had in honour of his father. Next to that, a low cupboard with his Mythomagic figures on. She moved over, on the pretence of pacing while his brain caught up.

Glancing over her shoulder, he was staring distractedly at his bunk, biting his thumb. She moved the Poseidon figure forward and moved away from the cupboard. "It's a bit late ta rebuild the coffin beds."

"I wasn't-"

"Yeah, ya were."

"How… how are you so good at that?" She shrugged and gave a sweet smile. He sighed, brushing his hands on his shirt. "Lou, what… what do I do?"

"Ask him first."

"How?"

"OK, 'n' I thought I was clueless." She rolled her eyes, plonking a hand on his shoulder. "Pretend I'm you. Will, I'm a depressed 'n' lonely lil' shit with an awesome cousin who says we should go ta McDonalds 'n' bring her back all the Happy Meals we can carry. On a sidenote, you wanna see a magic trick I can do with these Happy Meals? I call it necromancy."

"You're not helping."

"You're not breathin'." She pointed out. "Just ask him ta McDonalds, what's the worst that could happen?" His expression deadpanned and she laughed, squeezing his shoulder. "I can always sit a few tables away 'n' spy, if ya want."

"I don't want."

"Rude."

"Lou, you'll be throwing things at me."

"What else ya good for?"

"Love you too." He muttered. She grinned triumphantly and messed his hair. Nico drew a deep breath and her smile turned cheeky. "I'm going to do it. I'm going to ask him."

"Right now?"

"Yes. Before I chicken."

"Permission to watch from a distance?"

"Denied, but you're going to do it anyway."

"Duh." And she proceeded to shove him out.