Holy shit! This one is long!

DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, just the story

Alright, so where do I start? I guess it was drama where I blanked out.

It was a normal class, just like always. Leo and I sat in the back of class, watching all of the other students run around and talk with their friends. Leo was obviously nervous, yet excited to have to perform with Callie; his foot wouldn't stop tapping in the ground.

"Holy crap, can you ever keep calm?" I asked him.

"Sorry," he replied, his foot coming to a soft stop. "I'm just so nervous for this. I can't mess this up or Callie will kill me."

"I'd rather than have to do this," I mumbled, leaning back in the chair as the drama Teacher took her spot in the front of the class.

"Alright. So the plan for today is to get through all of your guy's scenes. I'll let all of you get together with your partner for a few minutes to get any last minute things out of the way before you go on. If you are in need of any last minute items, come see me."

Chatter arose in the room when she walked off, going over to her laptop. People started to pair up with their partners, running around to get the last of their props to add to the performance. When I looked over, Leo's eyes were blown wide.

"Dude, you'll do fine."

"But-"

"Dude! Are you really going to let some girl make you feel insecure? You're always telling me you're the hottest one in this room, now go down there and prove me that you are!"

Leo looked at me, a new found fire lighting in his eyes after a few moments of dull staring.

"You're right! I am hot! And I'm goin' to show this babe just how hot Valdez can really get!" Leo stood up, a smirk playing on his face as he marched his way down to the stage.

I had to hold back reaching out and grabbing a hold of him, knowing that this could possibly end badly.

"Make good choices," I say, more to myself.

And then following my own advice; I make my way down the stairs after him, going to meet up with my own partner.

When I reach the bottom, I find Will staring at his phone with a hard look on his face. His brows are pushed together, his forehead gathering wrinkles. Looking at him like that made him seem almost human, no longer flawless.

"Yo, Sunshine, we all good," I asked him, hands coming out of my pocket to swing in front of me, grabbing them and pulling them in close.

"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm – wait, 'Sunshine'?" he asked, his face going from dazed to an almost amused smirk playing at his face. His features return to near perfection at his newly found relaxed state.

I shrug it off, shifting from one foot to the other. It seems as if he wants to press on the nickname, but he drops it when his phone makes a low vibrating noise, taking his attention away from the subject and onto whatever was displeasing him beforehand.

He shifts his body, sighs, and puts on a calming front. Will looks at me with a sort of forced smile, more of hard line than anything.

"So, think you have everything?" he asked, and I only roll my eyes.

"That's kind of what I was asking you about."

"Oh." His voice was low, hushed. A soft blush grazed his cheeks ever so slightly, something I could have missed if I wasn't paying attention.

Will cleared his throat, ran his hand through his hand, and straightened his back before turning away from me and walking off back stage. I stare at his, mouth open only ever so slightly. That little–

I shake my head and follow him, trying to not want to strangle him while I'm at it.

When I meet up with him again, he's in the prop room grabbing a table cloth and digging around for a few more props. I lean on the door frame, hoping my body is somewhat covered and hidden. I know he knows I'm standing there, but he makes no effort to make that fact known.

He passes me with a few things in hand, leaving me to wonder what's really on his mind. He's been pretty zoned out lately…

After several minutes of everyone talking, except Will, the Teacher calls everyone to take a seat and be prepared to perform.

"Percy and Jason, you're up first," she called, stepping off to the side.

Both boys made their way on stage, Percy sporting an apron, dress, and fake boobs. Jason had a clean cut suit and a tie that was obviously done wrong. The two set up a few props before turning to the audience.

"We were supposed to be doing 'Dinner with Friends', but neither of us could find the script. So we talked to the Teacher and she let us switch to a new one," Percy informed the class, shaking a feather duster.

"We would like to present our new scene 'Family 2.0'".

Jason walked off stage, hanging in the wings. Percy started to walk around, dusting invisible furniture until Grace walked on, carrying a briefcase.

"Hi, Honey! I'm home!" Jason called, a cliché sixties attitude present.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?!" Percy called out, a fake southern accent on his tongue. He placed his hand over his chest in shock with a confused expression crossing his face. He dropped the feather duster.

"I'm your new husband. Where should I put my coat?" Jason asked, taking his coat off and looking around. He acted as if he was admiring the décor.

Grace walked up to Jackson and leaned in, as if he was trying to kiss him, but got pushed away as Jackson backed up with a horrified look on his face replacing his old one.

"Don't touch me! I'll scream! I'll call the police!" Percy called out, his off-putting southern accent making the crowd chuckle a bit.

But Jason looked offended.

"Aren't you going to ask how my day was?" he asked, placing a hand over his heart as if he had been wounded.

Percy stared at the blonde, going on with him. "How … how was your day?"

"It was awful! Just like every other day! Same old boring job. Same old boring boss. Same old boring life. And then, on the way home, suddenly it hit to me—why come home to the same old boring wife and house and kids and dog when I could try something new?" Jason said as he walked around, recalling what he was thinking.

"But you can't just—"

"I've always admired your home. It's very well kept," Jason went on, nodding his head as he continued to look around.

"Thank you, but—"

"I pass it every day on my way to work, so I thought today I'd give it a try," Jason continued to interrupt Percy's character. "It has to be more exciting than the one I've been coming home to for the past fifteen years."

"But … I already have a husband," Percy tried to explain.

Jason waved him off. "He can have my life. Where does he work?"

Percy eyed him, looking him over. "He's an executive. At a technology company."

Jason clapped his hands with a smile on his face. "Perfect! I love technology! All those little gadgets and stuff! It'll be great!"

"Look, I'm … I'm sorry your life is so boring. My life is boring too. But you can't just walk in here and expect us to—"

"Oh! I almost forgot! I brought you flowers!" Jason pulled a bouquet of flowers out of his coat.

"You brought me flowers?" Percy face lit up, taking them with one hand and placing the other on his fake chest.

"They're orchids—a symbol of rare beauty and eternal love—my love for you."

Percy pretended to tear up. "My … my husband hasn't brought me flowers in almost fifteen years."

"I wrote you a poem too." Jason produced a piece of paper from his coat pocket.

"A poem?"

"Would you like me to recite it?" Jason asked, opening the folded paper.

"Well … if you went to the trouble of writing it … I … I wouldn't want it to go to waste."

"You take my breath away.

Like the sunset or a summer day.

When I gaze at the moon

Or the ocean blue

They pale beside the sight of you.

You take my breath away."

"That's beautiful. You … you really wrote that?" Percy stepped forward.

"For you."

Percy paused, as if to consider it. He looked the blonde over with curiosity.

"Do you pee in the shower?"

"Never."

Percy tried another one. "Hog the sheets?"

"Nope."

"Snore?"

Jason thought about this. "I don't think so."

"Any history of baldness in your family?" Percy crossed his arms, raising a brow with a small smirk playing at his lips.

"On the contrary. We're very hairy." Jason ran a hand through his hair, flicking it ever so slightly as he looked over at the other boy.

"Would you do your own laundry or wait for me to do it?"

"Do it myself."

"Fix the toilet or call a plumber?" Percy walked around him, eyeing from every angle

"Fix it."

"Shingle the roof or buy a new house?"

"New house," Jason replied, relaxing and shaking his arms out.

"Anniversary in Maui or Vegas?"

"Maui."

"Watch football or do me in the kitchen?" Percy took a step forward, pushing his fake breasts out.

"Do you really have to ask?"

"Will you constantly try to pork me in the rear?"

"Only if you want me to." Percy smirked at his answer.

"Tell me about your first wife," Percy asked, arms crossed again while he waited for an answer.

"She was a nag. A nag with no boobs. She had boobs until the baby was born, but he sucked them right off. I'm a boob man, so it was completely unworkable." Jason waved his hand.

"You left because she lost her boobs?" Percy asked defensively, grabbing his fake boobs of his own.

"There were other things. But I have to be honest—it was mainly the boobs."

"What if I lose my boobs? Will you leave me too?"

Jason laughed and motioned to Percy's upper half. "It looks like you've got plenty to spare!" Percy then proceeded to fake make-out with the blonde, aggressively grabbing his hair in his fists. "Can we have sex now?"

"Easy, Tiger. You'll have to win the kids over first. Children!"

By the end of their scene, the class is in tears with laughter. I look over to see it had gotten to Will, too, removing the frown that had taken home. It was… nice.

After a few more go arounds, Leo and Callie make their way onto the stage. Leo also is sporting a fifties style dress and is setting up a chair for him to sit down on. Callie had more manlier clothes on, her tie done up right.

"We shall be doing a scene from 'An Affair to Remember'," Callie explained, walking off stage just like Jason had done.

Callie walked on to the stage, taking off a hat.

"Does Miss McKey –?"

"Nickie!" Leo yelled, not getting up from the chair he was perched on; a blanket covering his legs.

"Hello," Callie walks over and shakes his hand, "How are you, Terry?"

"It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you, too." Callie took a step back. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Oh, yes. I'm just resting," Leo said, waving her off with an artificially high voice.

"Good," Callie said, walking around.

"It's been a long time."

"Yes - yes, that's right."

"It's good to see you."

"Yes - you said that," Callie informed him, walking up to a chair that was in front of him. "May I?"

My mind went blank. I found myself zoning out ever so slightly. The realism in their scene was good. Leo made my only slightly uncomfortable with his ability to pull off such a convincing girl.

I could tell something was on Will's mind once again as his attention was elsewhere.

I sat back, trying to pull my mind back, but unlike Leo, I didn't have that much confidence to do something such as that.

Their scene was almost over by the time I found my mindset.

"–But, you swore that if you ever saw me again, you'd ask - didn't you?" Callie asked.

"No - no - I remembered we said if we could make it we'd be there. And, if one of us didn't show up there must be an excellent reason," Leo tried to explain why he hadn't been at been at the empire state building on the day they were supposed to meet up

"Like what for instance?" Callie beckoned.

"... so, there'll be no more questions asked ... I hope ..." Leo reached over and grabbed a box. "Cigarette?"

Their scene ended and everyone clapped as the two of them took their things off the stage and left it bare for the next scene.

It wasn't until two more down the road did Will and I have to perform. I was nervous, I didn't want to do this, but here I was, about to go up and perform in front of the entire class. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty. I almost tripped on flat ground making my way on stage.

Will had set up a table with a soft cloth draped over it. A simple pillow lay at the end of it.

I tugged at my costume as I got in place for our smaller scene. Will's costume wasn't as bad. He only had tights and a puffy shirt. But I was forced into shorts and an oversized shirt because – thank the gods – all of the other groups had grabbed the dresses.

I awkwardly lied down on the table, flattening the shirt so it would lie properly. I closed my eyes as Will did the introductions, something my mind seemed to filter out.

One minute I was lying down, trying to not freak out, and the next thing I knew, I hear nothing but the soft sound of Will's voice, piercing the beating sound of my pounding heart.

"O my love, my wife," he started, "Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd, beauty's ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, and death's pale flag is not advanced there."

Will's voice grew louder as he came closer. Something started to feel weird, something that had only presented itself only a few times before during practice, but never enough for me to truly sense it. I pushed it aside, continuing to listen to the soft, calming voice of Will's.

"Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favor can I do to thee, than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain to sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin!" Will's voice grew with power, carrying as he moved around on the stage. I didn't need to see him to how well he was doing. "Ah, dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe that unsubstantial Death is amorous, and that the lean abhorred monster keeps thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I still will stay with thee, and never from this palace of dim night depart again.

"Here, here will I remain with worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here will I set up my everlasting rest, and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world-wearied flesh," Will spoke, with words airy.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in the theatre. I wasn't sure if it was because of the echo, or because at this moment, anything Will did seemed to ring louder.

"Eyes, look your last!-" his hand rested on my cheek, and I could feel it begin to heat up "-Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you the doors of breath," he paused, his voice ringing loudly in my ears, echoing throughout my head, "seal with a righteous kiss."

His thumb moved from stroking my cheek ever so softly, to rest on my lips. I tried the hardest I could to not move, to not flinch or yell or cry.

It felt as if time had stopped. No one in the world existed but me and him.

I could feel his breath heat up my face as it got closer. All I could see was darkness, but I knew he was mere inches from my face.

I could hear breaths being drawn as the tension seemed to last forever, until his nose brushed mine. I could feel his hair that framed his face, fall upon mine, mixing with my own. He had his lips pressed against his own thumb, but if that wasn't there…

His heat was gone, and I felt colder than ever as he raised his head to press on.

"A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on the dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!" Will shouted, grabbing a vile that hung at his waist, only knowing that from practice. "Here's to my love!"

I heard the sound of the top being opened, and a few seconds later, his voice deepened, a cough escaping from his lips.

"O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die."

The sound of a limp body sounded, ringing until it was drowned out by the air vents. I waited, knowing I had to wait a few seconds before raising, to take my stand, something I didn't want to do.

I opened my eyes, ever so slowly, lifting myself up on my elbows. I looked around, eyes blinking madly.

"Where is my lord?" I started, hoping my voice didn't crack too much. I took a deep breath and ventured forth. "I do remember well where I should be, and there I am. Where is my Romeo?"

I sat up even more, swinging one foot over the side of the table gently. I took another breath and looked around to spot Will. When I saw him, his body was limp, an uncomfortable mass.

I slowly made my way to the floor, hands shaky as I looked for where the vial had fallen to. When I spotted it, I picked it up; scooting awkwardly to have Will lie next to me, his head almost in my lap.

Forcing my nerves to calm as best as I could, I cupped Will's cheek, caressing it. I could feel warmth radiating from them.

"What's here? A cup clos'd in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end."

I upturned the vial over my mouth, but dropped it.

"O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after? I will kiss thy lips, haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make me die with a restorative."

I looked him over, knowing what was next. I took a deep breath and did what Will had done. I moved my thumb to press against his lips. They were soft and warm, something I wasn't expecting. They were a simple shade of pink and his eyelashes were long in a manly way.

I lean closer, holding my breath as I press my lips to my own thumb.

"Thy lips are warm. I'll be brief. O happy dagger." I grabbed the dagger that hung at his side, and brought it in front of me. "This is thy sheath," I say before I thrust the fake blade into my abdomen, "there rust, and let me die."

I felt my body go limp, relaxing fully and allowing the scene to come to a close as I fall directly on top of Will, his subtle breathing becoming a sudden loll underneath of me. His scent was oddly relaxing as I breathed it in.

It wasn't until I heard clapping did Will try to move. When he shuffled underneath of me, I sat up and let him follow. He leaned back on his hands and carried a cheeky smile. He nodded at me with a soft smile before standing up and breaking the intense eye contact.

I could feel my heart pounding, but it must have been from the sudden rush of performing, right?

Holy crap, how was that?

Sorry about changing what Percy's was, I really couldn't find it. But I think this one was better. Sorry for cutting Leo's down, it was kind of boring and would have made this even longer, so I cut some of it. I was also kind of lazy.

Hope you all liked this, I have much more in store. Its roughly early/mid October right now, so I hope that helps with timing cuz I just got that all sorted out.

I have been tossing around a few ideas for this part, and now that I know what's gonna happen, the fluff I was debating on putting in will be saved for the future, so you'll have to wait! I'm so evil!

Another thing, I wanna write a Will POV chapter to explain some more about Nico, things that only other people would notice and he wouldn't way himself, but that's in the future, when? I don't know, but that would be some really cute fluff there.

So, Trials of Apollo, huh?

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