A Solangelo soulmate AU, where soulmates could hear the other's thoughts. Last minute, sorry, I had no inspiration to continue the Petremis story right now.

ALERT-ish thing: I might not be updating soon, because I have a lot of school projects I need to work on.

REVIEW PLEASE! Give me ideas!

Will's thoughts look like: this

Nico's thoughts look like: this

Nico

Nico Di Angelo had always had a soulmate. He had accepted this. It was just a fact. Just like the fact that he was a child of Hades.

That his sister had died. That he had a massive crush on Will Solace. That he left camp because of him. He couldn't stand it. Will only saw him as a friend.

Right?

No. He couldn't afford to think like that. Will Solace was his friend, no more. Nobody wanted him around. So, he had left, and was now on a monster killing spree.

I miss him.

What? I ask, startled. Now is not a great time for a soulmate.

Oh, sorry. It's just, this boy - I have a massive crush on him, he left a day or so ago, and I miss him.

That's strange. I left camp a day ago. What a coincidence. We had agreed earlier that as long as we don't know each other, we can date whoever we want.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Damn it. That stupid empousa scratched me, and now I have to get back to camp so Wil- er, anyone of the Apollo children - can treat it. The scratch, on my chest, isn't too deep to treat with a simple bandage and nectar or ambrosia, but it's gotten infected. I sigh. Well, shadow travel it is. I concentrate on the camp, the dining pavilion, which is always shady, and transport myself there. Will will murder me once he learns I shadow traveled.

I appear in the dining pavilion, where gasps and shocked cries echo throughout the pavilion. I facepalm. Damn it. Forgot it was lunch hour.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see a blond streak from the Apollo table area run towards me yelling: "Nico Di Angeloooooooooooo!"

I'm tackled by Will Solace, and we fall onto the grass. I stiffen, and most people would think it's because I hate contact, but on the contrary. I love it when Will touches me, but he's never been this close to me before.

"Will," I protest, but I don't mean it. Nonetheless, Will gets off, muttering apologies. But then, his eyes fill with fury.

"Where the hell were you? Did you SHADOW-TRAVEL?" he yells, drawing the attention of other campers. I shrink back. I've never seen Will this angry. Then, I puff out my chest.

"I'm the prince of darkness!" I yell threateningly, and some campers actually back away in fear. "I'm the ghos-"

"Oh, bullshit, Nico," Will says irritably. Some campers seem shocked that he talks to me like that. I roll my eyes, and he drags me up and to the infirmary. I follow like an obedient puppy.

Once we get there, he forces me to sit on a bed, and starts inspecting me. "Where were you hurt?" he demands. I sigh

I swear, this boy knows me inside and out, I think.

Will continues inspecting me. What? My soulmate responds.

"Chest, empousa scratch," I recite like a practiced order. Nothing, I respond.

Okay.

A FEW DAYS LATER (Again)

Percy has dragged all the guys out for a "guys' night" tonight. He's dragged us all to his mom's apartment, which was courteously vacated by Sally. She's the best. Same cannot be said for her son.

We're all spread out in his living room, Frank and Jason sprawled on the couch, Percy lying in a starfish position in front of the TV, Will next to him, lying face down with his arms as a pillow, Leo sitting indian style. That kid has too much energy. I'm sitting with my back against the couch, head back.

"I'm booooored," Will complains, rolling over.

"Me too," Jason and Frank chorus.

We've already played Twister, which I didn't participate in, and resulted in Jason and Frank nearly kissing, Percy squashing Leo, and Will and I nearly dying of laughter.

Then we played Truth or Dare, which forced Percy to kiss Jason, then Will to kiss Jason, which inflamed my jealousy (that I didn't know I had), and now Percy is half blue (don't ask), Will has braids in his hair (which looks extremely hot), and Jason is temporarily glued to Frank.

"I wanna do something," Leo says, bored.

"I want to do something stupid," I respond. A second later, my soulmate speaks in my head.

I'm stupid, he says. What in the world?

What?

Nothing, he says quickly.

Oh, please… Come on. I'm your soulmate. You can talk to me… I beg.

Fine, fine. He relents. I told you about the boy I lo-liked, yeah?

Yeah, I respond, curious.

Okay, so, today, I was out with some friends, and so was the boy I like. Well, I'm kinda in love with him…

Continue, I say/think.

And, just now, well, see, this part's embarrassing….

C'mon, please… I beg again.

I was gonna tell you anyways, he interrupts. This kid, one of my friends, he said "I wanna do something," My eyes widen. That's exactly what Leo said, just now. And then, the boy I like says, "I want to do something stupid," right?

I don't respond. I'm staring at Will. It has to be him. Percy, Jason, and Frank have all found their soulmates, and he was just talking about Leo.

So that explains the 'I'm stupid,' I guess.

Oh my holy Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon.

What? What happened?

I'll be right back, I say - er, think. I stand, and I see Will watching me. By some miracle, I manage not to blush, and make my way nonchalantly over to him.

"Hey, Will," I say and sit by him. "Ciao, anima gemella(Hi there, soulmate)," I say in italian.

He blushes. "I have no idea what you just said," his voice is raspy. I smirk. I'm going to have a little bit of fun before I tell him.

"So…" I begin, and Will's eyes flicker to my lips for a second. I lean my elbow on my knee, and rest my head in my hand. I blow my bangs out of my face, purposely blowing air into Will's face. His face turns a shade darker, and his hands tremble.

Oh my bloody Apollo, do me right now, I'm the stupidest you'll find, Will thinks.

"Who do you think is stupid?" I ask teasingly, gesturing around me. By now, all of them are asleep, so they can't hear us. Will's face gets even darker. He doesn't respond, so I roll my eyes and lean forward quickly, pressing my lips to his.

"You're the stupidest," I whisper. He presses his lips to mine again, and again. And again, in a hasty, greedy need.

And I love you too.

Okay, so another reminder: I might not be updating soon, because I have a lot of schoolwork. I'm sorry and please review, give me ideas!