A/N: Okie dokie, school started, so, shorter chapters that are posted less frequently it is. Anyway, sorry for like the superrrr long delay between episodes. Completely forgot about the fact that I don't have too much free time lol. I really should have used my time off more wisely.. Oh well. Sorry for all the semicolons, by the way, I just can't not use them ;-; Also, I found out out that I really like making Nico and Will argue over petty things. Dunno why. Seems canon enough though, considering in Trials of Apollo, they're basically infamous to have stupid quarrels.

Disclaimer : I don't own stuff-Rick Riordan does.

Never had Nico ever thought that pizza could be gross. Never. But here Will was, defying Nico's beliefs. The warm pizza that was decorated with too many healthy toppings made Nico gag, but he finished it, his face looking similar to what a mentally tortured victim's might have; pale face beaded with sweat, gagging, and taking deep breaths. However, unlike a torture victim, he had a look of triumph, as if saying, ha, I finished a moldy pizza that was stomped on multiple times in a sewer.

Will was at the Apollo table, choking on laughter, with his siblings. The closest one by him was a girl, Kayla, and a boy, whom Nico forgot the name of. Admittedly, he was a teeny bit jealous; they got to be around him pretty much all day everyday, just because they had mutual fathers.

Don't be ridiculous. Nico chimed in. They're his siblings.

While Nico was recovering from that awful thing gracefully called pizza, Will noticed that he was done. Will squeezed his way out of his table, and slowly strutted his way to Nico, nodding his head in approval.

When he got to Nico, he asked,"Was it good?" with a cocky smile. He knew well that Nico hated it.

"No. It tasted like solidified vomit." Nico glared daggers at Will, still trying to recuperate.

"Come on, you know you liked it."

"I'm not a masochist." His steely look remained. His voice was finally level, since he stopped needing to take deep breaths.

Will pouted; his eyebrows furrowed in the cutest way possible, and his lower lip puckered out. Since Nico wasn't giving in to that pout, (he probably would have, if Will had pouted for another five seconds) Will changed his expression to one of his exasperated ones. "Lighten up, already! Jeez, Nico, what's a guy supposed to do to make you, I don't know, smile?"

"Well, first off, don't feed them throw up."

"Humph!" Then Will stormed off back towards the Apollo table.

For a good minute or two, Nico thought he went too far; Will was muttering to himself at the Apollo table, ignoring people that tried to approach him. Of course, that was far from the truth. He went back to think of a good way to reply to Nico's comments. Then, after a good minute or two, he came back.

"Okay, so, you claimed the pizza was gross, right?" asked Will, looking as though the idea was ludicrous.

"No, gross is too weak of a word; I think it's more of a.. Two month taco that has been plunged into the sewer seven times plus mold."

Will merely smiled. "What if I think otherwise?"

"Then you are a true conqueror of a two month taco that has been plunged into the sewer seven times plus mold." This statement got Will to roll his eyes.

"What I'm trying to get at, Nico, is that I think I can eat it." Then when Nico raised his eyebrows, Will added, "without gagging."

Will knew he had probably made the worst choice ever when he spoke those words. His only goal was being able to talk to Nico for a while without being suspicious, and since the only way he thought of being able to accomplish this was through saying that he could eat it. Thankfully, he was smart. The second Will smelled Nico's breath he said, "but since I'm full, I'll eat it tomorrow. Deal?"

"No, not really, but promise on the River Styx that you will indeed eat it tomorrow at roughly at this time?" asked Nico, trying to see if there were any ways in which Will could use those terms to his advantage.

"Sure." said Will. Nico smirked.

Afterwards, Will and Nico headed back to the infirmary. Then Will remembered something. "Nico, when was the last time you took a shower?"

"Do I smell?" he asked.

"No, but I need to make sure that you're clean as my patient."

"Oh. Well.. I was supposed to take a shower the day I went in your care, but since I didn't have time.. a couple of days ago?"

"So you need to take a shower today?"

"Guess so."

"Then go get your clothes!" This made Nico shift uncomfortably.

"About that, Will.. Uh.. The clothes I'm wearing now is pretty much the only set I have."

The doctor brightened as if he had just won the lottery. "Does that mean you need to borrow mine, Death Boy?"

Will's expression made Nico absolutely terrified.

Right... Sorry for my lack of uploads; I had a huge writer's block, started to read other book series, re-read old ones, do homework that my teachers have been piling, band, sports, etc. Honestly though, I thought that I had already posted this chapter, so I thought that I could procrastinate or something, but I didn't, since I didn't proofread it.

Also, thanks for reading this, I know, cliff-hangers are bad, but still. Also, I've been working on a private story on docs and stuff. Anyway, if you liked it or something similar to that, please review and say what part. If there's like a plot hole, then also review to say that. Anyway, I'm just going to work on the next chapter.

P.S., sorry for the not-so-great chapter here; most of it was kind of repetitive, but ay, at least I got it finished, though it's not very long.