I'm in a good mood, so I decided to post this. I was going to wait until this weekend, but I'm bored and feeling nice.

"I am so hopelessly in-" CRASH! They went flying. Will fell onto his back and Nico fell forward, both of them shouting in surprise. Will's head hit the ground and he was knocked out cold. He woke up not long later, no more than a minute could have passed, as no one had come running in yet. His vision was blurry and his head throbbed. There was a ginormous dent made by a SUV that had crashed into the bus, the momentum and sudden impact having been what threw Will and Nico off their feet. Will wobbly pulled himself into a semi-sitting position. He looked over and saw Nico lying next to the bunk bed. He had obviously hit his head when they fell.

"Nico!" Will shouted. He crawled over and tried to shake him awake. He cradled Nico's head in his arm, and pulled the boy up. "C'mon Nico, wake up." Will heard a shriek coming from off the bus. He ignored it and kept trying to shake Nico, his attempts fruitless. He had a bump forming on his forehead, and a cut on the side of his face made by a part of the metal bed frame that had been moved when the car shifted the bus. He was bleeding. Will tried to wipe away the blood, not knowing what to do and his brain feeling like mashed potatoes. Will hugged Nico, feeling himself tearing up a bit. He felt guilty, like, had he not approached Nico, none of this would've happened. He wasn't wrong. There probably would've still been the crash, but Nico would be safe. He wouldn't have been so close to where the car had impacted. He would've probably been sat on his bed, on his laptop, which was now in bits. This was all his fault, wasn't it?

"What-"

"Nico!" Hazel shrieked, cutting off Chrion as they clambered onto the bus hurriedly. She ran over and cradled her brother's face. "Oh no, oh no, no, no, no" She was crying now. Jason ran on too.

"Nico!" He shouted too and ran over to join Hazel kneeling on the ground. Kayla and Lou ran over to Will.

"Call 911." Chiron told Argus, who nodded and climbed off the bus to make the call.

"Will! Oh my god, Will are you ok?" Kayla asked, holding his face, and turning it, as if to check he was in one piece.

"I'm- alright." He breathed out. Lou and Kayla kept babbling worriedly, meanwhile Hazel and Jason were trying to get closer to Nico. They seemed to be trying to drag the two of them away from each other, but Will couldn't hear any of them. It was just white noise. All he knew was that he wasn't letting go of Nico, no matter what. Chrion pushed between Jason and Hazel to get to Nico. Jason kept his arm under Nico's head and Hazel was squeezing his hand, sobbing silently. Chrion felt for a pulse. Everyone fell silent for a moment. Chiron was silent, Will could feel how cold Nico was. Hazel's sobs worsened. He was gone? He- he couldn't be-

"I feel a pulse!" Chiron shouted. Hazel threw her arms around her brother's neck, crying into his shoulder. Will smiled hopefully.

The ambulance arrived about 2 minutes later. They had to pry Will off Nico, but he rode in the back of the ambulance with him, as well as Hazel and Jason. Chrion, Argus, Kayla, and Lou all rode in a police car behind the ambulance. They arrived at the hospital and were rushed into different rooms, switching every few minutes. No matter how much they moved, Will refused to be separated from Nico. Even when they stitched up Nico's cut, he watched interestedly. He planned to be a doctor, so that couldn't phase him. Everything, all of the moving and the examinations, everything seemed to blur together. They stayed overnight in the hospital, both of them under observation. Nico woke up not long after being rushed in, but they barely looked at each other in the rush of doctors and nurses giving the meds and treatments. They didn't say a word to each other until the next day. They were going to be released from the hospital's care that afternoon, and everyone had reluctantly left to go eat breakfast. They were in the same room, and had both finished eating. They were silently staring around the room, doing everything to not look at each other, but, inevitably, their eyes met. Will gulped. When neither of them said anything, they looked back at their feet. Will heard Nico breathe deeply, sort of in preparation.

"My mom was from a small, poor, sort of rural part of Italy." Nico said, still not making eye contact. Will looked up at him, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "My dad was a rich American college student, raised in a Greek family. They met when my dad was studying abroad. My mom dreamed of visiting America, but she felt guilty leaving her poor family. He taught her English, and she helped him improve his Italian. They weren't married when my sister, Bianca, or I were born. After she gave birth to Bianca, my dad tried to convince her to go back to America with him. She refused, so they stayed. He was too in love with her to argue too hard. A few years later, something important came up with our family in America, so my dad had to go back for a year and a half. At the time, my mother was pregnant with me, but she didn't tell him since she didn't want him to stay with her. While he was in America my dad had an affair with Hazel's mother. I was born while he was away. Bianca and I both took my mom's last name because all she had were sisters, and my father disliked my grandfather, so he refused to carry the name. My grandfather was a bad man, terrible even. That's why my cousins and I all have different last names. My uncles and dad all hated their father, so the agreed not to continue the name that he was so proud of, largely out of spite. My dad came back to Italy, and found me. I was only a half year old. We lived happily for 7 more years. Then my mom..." Nico choked a bit on his words, "my mom got sick. Really, really sick."

"Nico, you don't have to-"

"Yes. I do. I can't have you hating me, it would kill me." Nico said. Will silenced himself, allowing Nico to continue. "My dad convinced her to leave her family and move to America because he knew a doctor that specialized in illnesses like hers. We moved to New York, and, about a year after we arrived, my father started to get letters from Hazel's mom, begging for help. He sent her money and tried to be discreet about it, but my mother figured it out soon enough. She was heartbroken. After that, it was as though she was barely trying anymore. Her only reason to live was Bianca and I. It was obvious that's she'd completely given up when I was nine and she told Bianca 'take care of him for me.' She died not long now after."

"Oh, Nico..." Will muttered. Nico swallowed, his eyes swelling with tears.

"The funniest part," Nico started, giving a watery, humorless laugh, "is that Bianca knew she was going to go, but instead of 'taking care' of me, an emotional nine year old boy who already had trust issues and fit in no where, she ran. She applied to an exclusive all girls school, and ran. I saw her face for the first time in years not too long ago. It was the day you walked in and found Hazel and I crying. She left me, and I was so lonely and angry. I was full of just so much rage. Everything made me mad. I was mad at Bianca for leaving me. I was mad at my dad for messing up his relationship with my mom. I was mad at the doctor for not saving her. I was mad at myself for feeling like this. And, the one that still makes me feel guilty, I was mad at my mom for dying and leaving me."

"Nico..." Will said quietly, moving to the foot of Nico's bed.

"I was depressed, and that same year Hazel came into the picture. She made me a lot happier. She got me to interact more with my cousins, and with their friends. I was getting better over the course of a year or two, but then sixth grade happened." Nico finally looked up and met Will's eyes. Will felt guilty.

"Nico, I'm-"

"No, everything was my fault. Don't apologize. But the whole thing left me so confused and angry. I learned to deal with it, but all this trip has done was poke at it and poke at it until..." He trailed off. They were silent for a moment.

"What is 'it'?" Will finally asked.

"What?"

"What is 'it'? What has this trip poked at? What left you confused and angry."

"The thing in sixth grade," Nico started cautiously, "it left me with a sort of..."

"Hmm?" Will asked. Nico stared at him as he tried to find the words.

"A kind of..." Will stared at him, waiting for an end to the statement. "Feeling."

"What kind of feeling?" Will asked.

"A kinda, sorta..." Nico trailed off.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Will reassured him.

"No, I want to." Nico said quickly. "I really, really want to."

"Ok then. On with it."

"Well, it's sort of..." Nico trailed off. "Do you remember, just before the crash, I started to say something. I started to say I was hopelessly something, but I got cut off."

"Yes...?"

"Well, Will, umm... I, um... Will, I'm... I-"

"Out with it!" Will said impatiently.

"Fuck it." Nico muttered. He reached over and grabbed the back of Will's head, leaned in, and kissed him. Will was surprised, but quickly sunk into the kiss. It was light and sweet, but long. Nico had one hand on the nape of Will's neck, fingers in his hair and the other was holding his face. Will snaked his hands around Nico's waist and pulled him closer. A few moments later Will broke the kiss.

"What does this make us?" Will asked, leaning their foreheads together.

"I don't know about you, but this just makes me really happy." Nico muttered, pulling Will back in for another kiss.

"No, I mean, where does it put us, relationship wise?" Will asked, breaking the kiss again.

"I'm not sure. All I know is that I've been wanting this for years, and I am not letting go now." Nico said. Will laughed and pecked him on the lips.

"So... boyfriends?" Will asked

"Yes, please." Nico muttered. Will laughed again.

Was the first part crappy? I really hope not. Katie liked it, but idk. I'm not used to writing sad stuff, so...

Also! The next chapter will be a sort of prologue, and I want to take your suggestions of what I should put in the chapter. It's just sort of meant to be a kind of fluffy end to this. So if you want to suggest something, just leave your suggestion in a review. Thanks!