Will's POV:

"Where were you?" His mother demanded. She'd been interrogating him for ages, convinced that he'd run off to some club with some girl or something. Sure, Will could understand why, but he was really getting tired of being endlessly pounded with questions all the time. At least his mom had waited until morning, though.

Will didn't regret going to search for Nico, but why couldn't the boy have chosen a more convenient time to run off? Will was not a night person, at all. Dragging himself out of bed had been exhausting, not to mention waking his mom up at night, because every parent wants to be shook from sleep to find their teenage son telling them he had to go somewhere and that it was very important, but not tell him what he was doing! His mom had said no. Will had ignored her and ran outside, while she screamed at him to come back.

Gosh, it was a wonder he managed to leave at all.

"I was, uh..." Will had never hated his inability to lie more. "At the music centre..."

"The music centre? Why would you go there in the middle of the night? Are you sure you weren't off in bed with some girl?"

"What?" Will felt that his mother's imagination was a bit too, well, imaginative. "No!"

"Was there marijuana involved?"

"No! Mom, it wasn't anything like that!"

"Then what was it like?" His mom glared at him with dagger-like eyes. "Do you think I'll believe that the people at the centre called you and told you to come?"

"Um, yes?" Will's voice was unnaturally high. "They did, because, uh, someone went missing and, uh-"

"Missing?" His mom sounded hysterical. "Was the police involved? Did they suspect you?"

"Mom, I'm fifteen! I highly doubt anyone's going to suspect me of an kidnapping!"

"You never know with authorities! They suspect everyone! What happened?"

Part of Will wanted to tell her the truth just so she would shut up already and he could leave. The other part of him wanted to come up with a lie believable enough so he could get out of his house already. Really, he just wanted to get to the hospital, which was weird, considering that Nico seemed to hate him.

Well, not really hate him, Will supposed, after what happened last night, maybe the kid would be a bit friendlier?

Or maybe, the pessimistic side of him thought, he would be exactly the same.

Still, even if he was moody, Will preferred Nico to his mom any day. At least Nico didn't scream at him in the morning and accuse of illegal acts.

"Someone went missing," Will said again. "People thought he'd been kidnapped, but it turned out he fell asleep in a closet. They called me to ask it I'd seen him anywhere, andI'mgoingtobelateforworksooncanIpleasegonow?"

Will just couldn't hold his act together anymore- the end of his sentence came out in a rush of words. There were so many errors with his story that he was sure his mom would spot, he had to distract her! "Please, mom? I'm really almost late. Can you let me go now? For music?"

His mom glared at him for a second. Then two. Three. Will was sure that any minute now she was going to call him out and his lies would be discovered. But finally she stopped. "Fine. You can go. But don't think you're out of hot water yet, mister!"

Will didn't hear anything past go. He had to get to the hospital.

"You were almost late."

Will frowned at the younger boy, whose expression was unreadable. "Good morning to you too."

"It's a horrible morning, actually," Nico yawned. "I'm so not a daylight person."

"Seriously?" Will raised an eyebrow. "I love mornings! There's just something about waking up at the start of a bright new day and-"

Nico muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, 'gag me now'. "Figures. You seem like the kind of person who would wake up early just so you could see the sun rise."

"You don't do that?"

"Are you serious?" Nico looked baffled. "I repeat: not. A. Morning. Person. Key word: not. Thalia says I could be a vampire."

"Sounds like something she would say," Will smiled. "How is she?"

"Thalia? She's okay. Shut up."

Now it was Will's turn to look baffled. "What? Why?"

"Because this is stupid conversation," Nico muttered. "And I hate having stupid conversations in the morning. I'm going back to sleep-"

Ring ring ring ring

"-I swear, the world hates me."

Will glanced down at his phone. "Wait a minute, will you?"

Without waiting for Nico's answer, he ducked into the hallway. "Hello?"

"Will?" Will started. The voice on the other end was his mother, and she didn't sound happy. "Where are you?"

"Um, the music centre," Will lied. He thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye but dismissed it as nothing.

"Oh, really?" His mother's voice was like ice. "Then why aren't you here right now?"

Will gulped. "Here?" He definitely didn't like where this was going.

"Yes, here," His mother's words were like knives, piercing threw Will's already poor deception. "I came here to check up on you, but do you know what I found?"

What did you find? The words were on Will's lips but he just couldn't make his mouth say the words.

"I found, Will, I found out that you weren't here at all!" His mother was screaming now, the words coming threw the phone like it was on speaker. Several passerby glanced at him. Will wanted to crawl into a hole. "And even worse, there'd never been a 'Will Solace' volunteering!"

"I-"

"Why would you do this? Where have I gone wrong? I have to work hard every single day, practice every single day, but instead I find myself with a lazy, unmotivated son who finds it fit to lie to me!"

"I-" Will's throat was dry. "I'm not laz-"

"Excuses!" Josephine screeched. "This is all excuses! You are so much like your father! He made excuses too. He left us like the scumbag he is, and he left me with you! COME BACK HOME! RIGHT NOW!"

"But-"

"NO! YOU ARE COMING BACK HOME! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE DOING, YOU ARE GROUNDED, YOUNG MAN! AND YOU ARE NEVER, I SAY NEVER GOING ANYWHERE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! EVER! AGAIN!"

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Will pocketed his phone, obviously shaken. He had forgotten how scary his mom could be, as much of a sissy that made him sound. He toke a deep breath. What was he going to do?

There were two obvious choices. Either stay here, at least until the end of the day, and once his shift ended, go home. The other one was to do what his mom said and quit right now, then go home and face her wrath. Either way, he ended up going home and ended up grounded for life. Will prayed that, by some miracle, he could jump on a unicorn and go to Australia. Or at least have his mom calm down and have a sudden change of heart about this. Or wipe her memory of the entire day or something!

Will felt slightly dizzy with panic. Everything had been going good (Well, tolerable, anyways) up until now. Could things get any worse?

"What the Hades?"

Oh yes, yes it could.

=_= Something is wrong with me. It is wrong to type this so fast. WHAT'S GOING ON?

I hope how fast I typed these chapters up (I mean, 5 chapters in what, 3 days? 0_0) makes up for however long it'll take me to type the sixth. I don't know why, but that's been the hardest so far and I'm only at, like, 300 words for that one. (For some reason, I always want to write the END first, like what the Hades is wrong with me?) I'll try to get it up before the end of the week...so don't kill me...

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LAST EDITED: 24/03/15