When I was younger, valentine's day was kind of boring. My parents would go out for the night, and not come back until the next morning, and my big sister and I would fend for ourselves for the night. When Bianca got older, she would go on dates and other boring things, leaving me alone to do whatever I pleased.

Now, I just plain hate valentine's day. It was the day my whole life was just thrown out the window, like the three Fates didn't even care if I lived or died. When I met Will, I thought maybe my life was finally going to go somewhere. I had a plan. I was waiting for my senior to apply to the college of my dreams. Then Will left.

Why did I always have to love those who leave?

And I despise him for it, because it's not even his fault. I despise him for it because if I asked him to, he'd stay with me and not chase his dreams. What kind of horrible boyfriend would I be, if I did that?

But, even after the tough and ugly and horrid, I'm alive and well, Will is alive and well, and we're both happy.

But then, here comes along valentine's day. Bleh. I hate it. Loathe it with a passion.

It was the day my sister 'officially' died.

I slept through my alarm on Sunday, not bothering to get up until after 11 o'clock. When I did get up, I checked my phone for any text messages. Two from my father (and a missed call), one from my younger half sister Hazel and one from my cousin and close friend Percy.

Dad: Just checking up on you son.

Dad: You better answer me. Today is not the day for this, Nico.

Percy: How are you doin today? Ever need to talk you know where I'll be

Hazel: Love you brother :)

I rolled my eyes and tossed the black phone back onto my bed, sitting up and stretching. I stood up and strolled over to the bathroom connected to my dorm. I had a quick, boiling hot shower (which made me look like I was blushing from head to toe) and grabbed random clothes.

I pulled up my black jeans, and watched myself in the mirror as I buttoned up. I heard a distant buzzing sound coming from the general direction of my bed, and shuffled around until I found my phone.

"Hello?" I asked, without looking at the ID.

"Hey, baby. How're you feeling?" I coughed slightly- it was Will.

"I'm fine. Why are you calling? You have a show on like, right now, don't you?"

"Yeah, but I knew you wouldn't be awake until like after ten, so I decided to call you while the other bands of my tour play."

"Oh. Thanks, Will." I sit down on my bed and pull my legs up, so I can rest my head on my knees. "Happy Valentines Day,"

"Happy Valentines Day, Nico." There was a pause, a heavy, heavy pause. He wanted to ask how I'm dealing with Bianca.

"It's fine, Will. I'll go visit her later on, like I do every year." I heard shuffling in the background and someone saying something to Will. "I'll call you later, Will. You probably have to get going."

"No Nico-"

"I love you."

"Love you too, baby." I hang up quickly, and grab my shirt. I pull it on over my head and grab my keys, wallet and phone. I walk swiftly out and shut the door behind me. I can't walk more than a foot before I spot a massive red heart above someone's dormitory door. I rolled my eyes and trudged on, ignoring anyone who even tries to so much as look at me.

I hop onto my motorcycle- one of three things I love dearly- and revved the engine. I look up, to see a familiar boy with crooked glasses bounding up to me, and I speed past him, purposely missing him by only an inch.

I don't particularly drive recklessly. I only drive a bike because I feel claustrophobic in cars, buses, trains, planes etcetera. I like the feel of the wind on my face, pushing back my jacket and making my way around bulky cars in traffic.

I arrive at the cemetery closest to my teenage-hood home and hop off, securing my bike just outside the gates. I push the tall rusted gates open and walk through to the other side, seeing the first tomb stone a few feet away from me. I walk briskly through the cemetery, making sure to not step on any graves. It was sad to know, but I knew this singular cemetery better than I know my hometown in Italy.

I finally located her tomb, on the end of a long line. I settled next to her, leaning my head against the tomb stone. "Hey Bianca. Happy Valentines Day. I know you don't believe in it anymore, but still. Remember Will? He called me today... but he was in the middle of a show and had to leave. I miss him. How's your day bee-" I pause, because I always do that. Like she would answer me. Pfft. I wish.

I close my eyes and sigh. I don't know how long I was there for, but when I opened my eyes there was a singular black rose sitting against her tomb. I smiled. That must have been there when I arrived, and I hadn't noticed it.

"I don't really have much to say today. I mean if you were to answer I probably would but seeing as you can't..." I roll my eyes. "I feel crazy. Love you Bi, talk soon." I kiss her head stone and stand up, stretching my sore limbs and brushing the dirt off of me. I feel a stray tear slip, and I quickly wipe it away.

When I reach my bike, I notice a single blue rose, sitting on the seat of my bike. I look around, but don't see anybody, so I pick it up and place ot gently on the ground. Someone must have dropped it while walking into the cemetery. I never understood blue roses, they're man made flowers. Blue roses are not of natural making. But they're still pretty, nonetheless.

I swung one leg over my bike and revved the engine, kicking up dust behind me as I zoomed out of the cemetery parking. I shook myself quickly, trying to shake the feeling of sadness. To no prevail.

I decided to stop at Will and I's favourite diner, Jupiter's.

I parked outside, and entered, immediately noticing the empty tables and bar. I slipped into my favourite booth, right up the back, and not five minutes later a waitress came up to me.

"May I take your order?" She smiled slightly at me, and I almost felt sorry for her. She had to work on a holiday that she probably thought of as special.

For some reason I remember the day I told Will I got into the university of my dreams, in this very booth. He was so enthusiastic and happy for me. I felt an odd longing for him, at that moment.

"Uh. Yeah... Pomegranate flavoured Ambrosia."

"Any drinks?"

"Just water." She nods, jotting down my order before walking off. She stops in her tracks, and inspects the seat opposite mine in the booth. She reaches in and grabs something. She picks it up and offers it to me.

"Is this yours? Careful someone might steal it." She offers me an orange rose, just one, like the other two I saw. I take it and inspect it. A couple must have left this here by accident.

"No. It's not. But... Happy Valentines Day." I offer it to her with a tiny smile, and she blushes.

"I'm not... I swing for the other team." She says, laughing. I nod, and this time I do smile.

"So do I. Happy Valentines Day." I peer at her name tag. "Reyna."

"Thank you." I pass her the rose, her brown eyes shining.

I contemplate my day. It's been horrible, if I'm being frank. I can't seem to think of anything else other than Bianca. My big sister.

"Bianca! Quick, quick. Let's go buy that figurine you said was new at the store!" I barge into my sister's room, to see her lying on her bed, facing the ceiling with ear buds in. I shook her, my thin 10 year old hands small against her 17 year old ones'.

"What?"

"Can we go get that figurine? I want to show Percy tomorrow." Bianca sits up and smiles, ruffling my hair.

"Do you have a crush on our dear cousin?" I blush slightly, and shake my head.

"No. That's gross! He's related to us, Bianca!" Bianca grins and stands, pulling on sneakers next to her bed.

"If he wasn't?" She asks, grabbing her car keys.

"No! Why would I date a boy? I'm supposed to like girls, Bianca." She turns to look at me, and squats a little to look up at me.

"Never, ever assume you have to do something. Have to love somebody because of their gender. Nico di Angelo, if you lik boys, or girls, or both, you're allowed to... heck. 'You're allowed to' sounds horrible. Who cares? Never put a gender on love. Understand?" She stand back up and pushes me out of her room.

"Okay. I get it."

I have to sit in the back seat because Bianca said I was too small. She said when I grow up I can sit where she's sitting, one day.

We're driving back from the video game store, yelling out lyrics from her favourite song, when I hear a streaking sound beside us. I look out the window,just in time to see two lights, about eye level with me. I let out a scream that definitely sounds like 'Bianca' when the car flips over, over and over. I feel myself needing to vomit and glass shards rip open my small chest and shoulders. We land upside down. I can't see anything, just Bianca's long flowing hair. I reach for her, but only get her clothes, tugging and tugging until I hear fabric rip.

"Is anyone alive in there?" I hear, but ignore it.

"Anubis, call 911 for gods sake. Oh my gosh." Someone else says. I look over to see three pairs of feet standing around.

"Look under. See if anyone is alive." I hear someone say, and I start to struggle against my seat belt, making the car heave. I let my eyes flicker over to see a girl staring at me, and when I stare back, she gasps. "There's a kid in there! Carter, we have to get him out!"

I don't know what happened after that, but I somehow get out of the car. I remember being dragged out, and then nothing.

"Here is your order. Have a good day, sir."

"You too." I mumble, staring at the granite table. I take a bite of the sandwich, but shake my head. I just want to go home and maybe Skype Will, if he's free. I stand and walk out, rubbing my salty tears with my leather jacket.

On my way home, I stop at a red light, looking around. It's not even 3pm yet, and all I can see are couples making out, everywhere. Bleh.

My eye catches on a flower- it may be a rose but I'm not certain- it's sitting on a park bench, all alone. A purple flower that probably fell out of a bouquet or something.

Before I can contemplate on that any further, the light turns green and I'm off, back to school, back to my dorm and more importantly my bed.

I park my baby in its usual spot, and walk to my dorm.

Now this shit is really annoying me.

There is another flower. Sitting in the library, on a seat next to the window. A yellow one this time, and I feel my blood boil. Why do people have to leave flowers everywhere?

I trudge to my room, and slam the door shut, shucking my jacket off and tossing it onto my desk chair. I jump onto my bed and shut my eyes. I just want to sleep this day away.

I feel something touch my hand, and I peek open an eye.

It's a rose.

On my bed.

I think I'm going to scream. Who was in my room? There are only like 5 people with access to my room. This was not an accident. I pick up the white flower and put it roughly on my bed side table, rolling away from it. I swear. The next person I see who has a flower in their hand, I will punch them.

I realize I'm being way too bitter, and try to simmer down. With no luck.

I take a deep breath in, and then one out. I fumble for my laptop, near my bed, and turn it on. When the slow thing finally turns on and I log in, I watch with wide eyes at my desktop image.

It's a picture of Will and I, not that long ago. About a month after he had released that hit single 'Hey There di Angelo.' (Swoon). Unlike most photo's of couples, we aren't furiously making out. (I wouldn't make out with Will in front of my sister, who is taking the picture, anyway). I have both my arms wrapped around Will, my head buried in his chest, my hair obscuring my face from the picture. Will and I are both in our pyjamas, me in black training-like pants and a black flannel top. Will is in an awfully bright Pikachu onsie that his mum bought him for his birthday. Will doesn't have the Pikachu hood on, so you can see him gently kissing the top of my head.

I like the picture because Will and I didn't know Hazel was taking it. We were just momentarily in the moment, and she thought she should capture it.

I click into Skype and see Will is online. I feel my heart swell. He should have just finished his concert, and he's probably tired as fuck. I click his name, and after a few seconds, his face fills up the screen. His blond hair and sparkling eyes make me blink, having go get used to the sudden light.

"Hey, Nico." He says, grinning.

"Hey. How was the concert?"

"The w- oh yeah. It was good. Tiring... I guess. Are you in your room?"

"I am." Will moves his laptop slightly, and I watch his face light up into a grin.

"Do you want to-"

"I am not having like Skype sex with you Will. No matter how much you beg." My baby blushes down to his throat, and shakes his head, blushing (somehow) even harder.

"Shut up." He says. There's a pause, and I watch Will get comfortable. I peer behind him.

"Where are you, anyways?" I hear someone knock on my bedroom door, and I groan.

"Do you have to answer that?" He asks, blinking at me innocently.

"Probably."

I get up and wrap my arms around myself. I am not in the mood to talk with anybody else other than Will, at the moment.

Good thing when I open the door, the big oaf is standing on the other side, grinning at me, a single red rose held tight against his chest.

"Hello." I felt the sudden urge to say 'is it me you're looking for?' But chose to jump on him instead, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him, deeply, on his lips. I feel him smile, and I smile back. When I pull away, he offers the now slightly crushed red rose.

"Happy Valentines Day, Neeks. I know you don't like today, so I figured I should come over and make sure you're as happy as you can be."

"Thanks, Will. I uh... thank you." I kiss him again, and pull him inside.

A thought occurs to me, when Will and I are wrapped in each other's embrace, as naked as the day we were born, with my thin black sheet over us. I lean back against Will's chest, and I can feel him play with my hair.

"That rose at the cemetery, was that you?" I look up to see Will nodding down at me, a tender smile on his face.

"I was wondering when you'd ask."

"And the blue one? This white one, too?" I point to the two flowers sitting on my bed side table. Will blushes lightly, but down to his chest. I kiss the middle of his sternum quickly, and smile up at him.

"Yeah. And the orange, yellow and purple ones."

"What's with all the colours, Solace?" Will smiles fondly, a far away look in his eye. Like a rubber band, he snaps back to the now.

"Well... a black rose means a loss, mortality, those kinds of things."

"Yeeaahh...?"

"Well it kind of gets sappy from here. Be warned." I smile up at him and he grins back. "Blue kind of means 'Mystery and Ambiguity. New opportunities and purposes and stuff. I put it on your bike because it was the start to my rose hunt."

"Here we go." I joke, poking his chest. "I am ready for the sheer amount of cliché that is about to come."

"So, the orange flower means enthusiasm and desire and things like that. I put it where you first told me about your acceptance. I was so happy for you... and the want, the general need you had, the absolute endurance you kept up, to go to that school. Desire."

I spin around around so I'm straddling Will, both his legs between mine. I watch him carefully as he swallows, Adam's Apple bobbing. I put my hands on his hips, waiting for him to continue.

"The uh... purple one. Was when I first uh... Nico that is really distracting." He says, clearing his throat. I lift my hands away from rubbing his hips and cross them.

"Better?"

"Not really."

"Tell me more, about your wonderful hunt!"

"The purple one is where I first saw you. I kind of... um. I saw you across the street, talking with Percy and Jason. I kind of just instantly fell in love with you. Purple is 'love at first sight.' Or 'enchantment.'" He drags a finger down my chest, spreading his hand out over my stomach, thumb rubbing my skin gently, over an old scar. "And the third is yellow. Some say yellow is for like jealousy or something, or friendship. For me it was both. I was so extremely jealous, when I spotted you one time super close with that boy from your class. It was a weekend off from tour, and I don't know what came over me."

"Our first proper fight..."

"And we split up for like, two months." He says, frowning. "But I like how the yellow flower can also mean friendship, because we started all over again, after our fight. Starting back at 'just friends' until now."

I lean forward and capture my lips with his, threading my fingers into his hair. I feel his hands sit gently on my lower back, and I smile into the kiss.

I pull away quickly, and my eyes flicker over to the two roses.

"Why a white rose, then?" Will blushes slightly, and grins.

"Because you lost your virginity in this very room, didn't you?" I blush slightly, and shrug.

"But I'm pretty sure white flowers mean innocence or something...?"

"They do. That's why it's ironic. Plus, a white and a red rose together means bonding or something along those lines."

I kiss him again, my tongue slipping into his mouth and doing a general sweep. When I pull away, I kiss his nose.

"You're right. You were an ultimate sap. But I love you for it."

Ask and yee shall receive. Someone asked in reviews for a sequel, so here is a valentine's day sequel! It doesn't really have to do much with the first chapter, but if you compare the two, it's obvious that this is set maybe like at least 1-12 months after the first chapter! (But let's just say around a year or something).

Love you all! Happy belated Chinese New Year to those who celebrate it! Happy Valentines Day to those who also celebrate this holiday!

Please R&R :) Have a lovely day guys.

Also this is UNEDITED so any SPELLING ERRORS are completely horrible but ACCIDENTAL. They will be fixed in UNDER A WEEK.