I got my laptop back! Yay! I'll update more, I promise. So, here is chapter two! (By the way, everyone here is 27)
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing I speak of, except Tonight.
Nico's POV
I stared at the three visitors, and one person came to mind that would be stupid enough to invite them.
"Travis!" I yelled and pushed back Percy, Connor, and the three visitors and made my way down the hallways, a staircase, some more halls, the kitchen, and found him lounging in a chair in the Den. He held a can of beer in one hand and a lighter in the other. I knocked the can and lighter out of his hands and picked him up by the collar of his orange polo.
"What the hell, Nico?" He yelled trying to squirm out of my death grip as I pushed him up to a wall. "Jeese, I thought you were straight! Don't rape me!" he yelled pulling his arms up to his face.
"Why did you invite them?" I growled at him as I pushed him harder into the wall.
"Who the hell are you talking about?" He asked, but his voice cracked, giving away his innocence.
"You know who!" I yelled at him as I let him go, seeing his face start to lose color. "We're leaving for a tour in three fucking days! We have to be in New York in less than 72 hours! They have to be gone in 24 or I will personally do more damage to your body."
He flinched, but kept his cool as he stood up. "You're over reacting! Why can't they stay for two damn days?" He was practically yelling at me, trying to defend himself. "We can drop them back off when we go to New York. You have anger management problems, Nico!"
"Actually I have problems seeing my ex-girlfriend days before a tour!" I yelled and stormed my way back up to my room. I Pushed past three people, two of the guests and Percy, and grabbed the third.
"You really have the nerve coming here?" I growled at her as I grabbed her wrist as hard as I held Travis's shirt. "You ruined my life!"
"Nico, how is your life ruined? You have everything." She said, narrowing her eyes at my hand on her wrist.
"You really think none of my songs were written about you?" I yelled, letting go of her wrist pulling off my band wristwatch and showed her the scars that were left after my depression stage. "You honestly don't think these came on their own? They were to get rid of the pain. It didn't work as good as other things, though." I said pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of my pocket.
"That's disgusting." She said, wrinkling her nose. "You want to die young, don't you?"
"You're no help." I growled, but thought about lighting one then opened my window, and chucked them out of the window into the sea. I went to a drawer and grabbed the rest and those out the window.
"Did you ever think I felt bad?" she asked my, sitting next to me on a chair. I looked at her differently this time, and she was surprised at the expression in my green eyes. For the first time in six months, I, Nico di Angelo, was on the verge of tears. "I'm a fucked up person, Nico. Six months ago, you were just innocent. I listen to some of your music. But sometimes, it's too hard to realize this new you, is what I made out of a 26 year old innocent boy. And, I'm sorry."
It took me a moment to register her words, and when she did, I muttered. "It'll take more than an apology to show how sorry you really are." After that I found myself kissing her with everything I had left.
But when I pulled back and looked into her eyes, electric blue, I could see how they say the eyes are the gateway to the soul. Her soul had something else in mind than just kissing, and she leaned back in and put her hands in my dark hair as I put mine on her waist. Before I realized what was happening, my shirt was already off, and I pulled back, realizing this was exactly happened last time.
I stumbled backwards and fell against a wall into the sharper end of a nail. I knew it pierced the skin, but I didn't pay attention as I grabbed my shirt off my desk and ran out of my room looking for another escape from her. I knew I couldn't fall for her again and have it happen again. For the second time in one year, I was running away from the love of my life.
I was running away from Thalia Grace.
For the second time.
(I was going to end it here, but, I owe you all more.)
Five hours later
I went back to my room, and saw everything over again. Her body pressed against mine and we were locked in an air-proofed embrace and I saw when exactly my shirt came off.
I closed my eyes and knelt down and pushed on my temples. I muttered lyrics to a previous song of mine.
I was thinking bout you
I was thinking bout me
I was thinking bout us
And what we gonna' be
It was about her. It was our first single.
I Sighed as someone knocked on the door, and I said a quick, "Come in!"
One of the other guests walked in. She looked at me and then said, "It's eating you and her apart. You need to apologize about earlier."
"I don't need to, Annabeth." I snapped. "She knew how upset I was. She's using me. Or should I say, she's using me, again."
She looked as if she wanted to say something back, but she just turned and walked out, mumbling as she went, "This may be your last chance."
When she was gone, I climbed my bed and pulled my shirt off, seeing as I had taken my pants off on the floor. I sighed, and then leaned back on the pillows.
After three hours of sitting there, I grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills and took the recommended dose. In about 15 minutes, I was passed out. All I allowed myself to dream about was our tour.
Will Thalico be united? Or will it just be another waste of time for Nico? By the way, the third visitor was Katie; I just didn't have anyway to squeeze her in this chapter. So, review please! More reviews equals faster updates :D See you next time on, "Don't Steal Death's Water!"