Nico POV (Side note: I shipped my OC (Paisley) and Nico before he was revealed as Gay, so Solangelo shippers please understand my love for my ship, kay?)

The room was stuffy, stuffier than I ever remembered it to be, as Hermes was about to read out the names of the bands going into the semi-finals.

For me, this was never easy. I didn't know if my Dad was watching, or if he even knew where I was. Did he care that I was on the other side of the country, and I could quite possibly be getting hurt by either myself of other contestants that have had their dreams crushed? Probably not, but I was here anyways. A part of me wanted to make him proud, even though he would never notice.

Something curled around my pinky finger, as we stood in the wings. I look to my left, and saw Paisley. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and her hair was left untouched and in a ponytail. I like it like this, because I knew that the makeup people hadn't touched it.

I don't know what to define us as, or if there even is an 'Us'. Most of the time I'm around her, I think about it, because I know Percy knows. I don't know what she feels towards me, or how to act around her anymore, because before we were friends. Best friends, even. And now I crossed through the friend-zone, saying goodbye to loneliness, and hello to comfort. But at the moment, I've been denied clear access to the relationship zone and I'm dancing in-between. And I don't like dancing.

Paisley's face splits into a grin, as I curl my pinky around hers too. Her hand comes up to press out the probably defined line between my 'brows.

"Don't worry so much. It's bad for you," She advises, "Did you know that some people have early labour, because of stress and worry? Some are even as early as four and a half months."

"No I didn't know that," I say, stunned that she found a way to incorporate that into a conversation with me.

"Well, I'm pretty sure," She says, dropping her hand and taking my hand fully in hers. Her hand was warm, and soft, her fingers long and skinny. It would explain why she could play the piano.

"I remember when we were thirteen and you got angry at me for not being able to properly play the piano when we were doing a project in music," I say, thinking back to the day, "And I said that I had barely played before, and you were more skilled than me, because seriously? Who the hell can memorise Cancer, Welcome To The Black Parade, Flawless, Sweater Weather and Afraid and sing along to it when they're thirteen? And be able to play them all in a row without screwing up.

"And you taught me how to play. Every lunch time for two months. And I would always come over after school as well, and we would sit by the piano as your Mum made dinner, and just play."

She smiles, "I remember that." She seemed so confused as to why I was bringing it up.

"And you once told me that the only reason you barely ad contact with the 'Male Species' as you so kindly put it, was because you were scared. You never said anything about that to me, until a few months later, and you said that I was the second boy that wasn't family, that you regarded as a friend."

"Hmm." She says, I felt her hand twitch, as if she wanted to pull it away, but then her hold was tight, as though she thought she had made a mistake and was rushing to fix it.

"And when your Mum and my Dad finally let us have sleepovers last year, just before she died, and you forced me to sleep on the couch while you endured the floor, because you physically couldn't accept the fact that I would be on the floor all night. And in the morning, I woke up to bacon and eggs, made by you, and you apologised for making me sleep on the couch, because you thought that was the reason I was stretching so much in the morning."

I made sure to keep my voice down, as I could hear Hermes recap what had happened.

People were squashed, Paisley pressed to my side.

"Why are you saying all this?" Paisley asks, looking up at me with big eyes. Percy was looking at me weirdly from where he was standing with Annabeth. I know he can't hear me.

"You'll see after." I say when we are called forwards.

And I hope that I'm still as willing to get it over with afterwards.

What the actual hell.

We were the first to get in.

I anxiously wait behind the wing, shaking off the stage-hands that try and pull me away.

"Just leave him," Percy says to them, "He's not going to come until a certain someone AKA my sister," He spits, "Comes offstage."

The lights were to the centre, so they were off her, but Paisley's eyes weren't focusing. They were wandering everywhere. Across the band members from other teams, the audience, the ceiling, everywhere.

"The next team advancing to the Semi-Finals are…" Cue horrible, creepy music that scares the heebie jeebies out of everyone.

"4:12!" (A/N For this next part: Cassie from the band 4:12 please don't kill Kyle, okay? I ship it, its unhealthy and stuff but I still ship it and you just have to deal. Sorry. Kyssie all the way.)

I was never properly introduced to them- okay I was but I can't remember their names.

Kyle – I think- turned and gave Cassie this massive hug, which would have made Olaf jealous because Olaf loves those hugs.

Don't ask how I know Frozen. I just do, okay?

The five people (I hope I got that right…) went off stage, happier than a… something happy?

The girls stayed on stage, and I could see Paisley's chest moving up and down fastly and nervously. If she didn't calm down soon, I knew she would panic.

"And the next band going through to the Semi-Finals is… INDIVIDUALZ!"

Relief filled me. Because I wouldn't be able to ask Paisley what I had planned, if she didn't make it.

"OHMIGODS GUYS WE DID IT!" I could hear her squeal from here as she jumped excitedly up and down before making a mad dash off stage, towards me.

I couldn't imagine how weird it looked to someone in the audience, but to me she was running to give me a hug.

She leaped up and onto me, latching me into a too-tight hug.

I stumble backwards a bit, as her hair goes flying everywhere. Even though it was tamed back into a ponytail, it was still long and thick.

"We did it!" She said, dropping her legs as I wound my arms around her waist. "Anyways, what were you going to tell me earlier?" She inquired, stepping back a little so her arms were still around me, but we could see each other's faces.

I noticed that her band mates, and mine, had gone, and the stage hands were giving me dirty looks.

"Not here," I tell her, as she begins to look confused, "I don't think that here is the best place. I mean, we are literally right next to a stage."

"Right," She says awkwardly, standing further back so we're no longer in each other's reach. She walked around me to the backstage area, where her bandmates were.

She seemed upset.

"Paisley?" I call out to her quickly before she's out of hearing range.

She looks over her shoulder, her wavy long hair whipping to the side. "What?"

"Meet me, later, back at the mansion, out the front. Don't go in. We need to talk," Is all I decide to say before walking away.

"Can we make this quick?" She asks, drawing her jacket closer to her as I tug her away from the rest of the people. Venus decided that it would be a great idea, if all the bands (Sadly Octopus made it, too) came and celebrated in the mansion, so everyone still in the competition was here.

"Sure," I lie, knowing that this is not going to be easy and not at all quick, "Erm, where to start?

So you know how I got you to think back to last year and the year before, when you were still new to New York? Well, that was when we were friends, and I would kinda like us to not be like that anymore, if you get the gist."

She looked hurt, and I could tell she was not getting the gist of this.

"Yep," She swallowed stiffly, "I mean, I knew that you being in my brother's band and also being one of his best friends was going to make it tough for us to be friends, so I was kinda expecting this."

I did not understand a word of what she was blabbering about.

"And I get it, I really do! I mean, I was beginning to think that you wanted me to give you space and stuff since we never went out after that first time, and you don't talk to me much anymore and-"

Deciding that enough was being said, and that she completely misinterpreted me 100%, I stood forwards, and grabbed her cheeks in my hands and kissed her.

At first, she didn't respond to it, and had a feeling her eyes were still open. However after a few seconds she circled her arms around my shoulders.

After a few seconds, we pulled away. Her green eyes were extremely light, which could either mean she was sad or happy, depending on the shade. That's what I loved about her eyes. They changed colour depending on what she was feeling. It was scary if she was angry, because her eyes go dark red, and it's even worse when you're on the receiving end of the glare.

I heard she made someone cry with it once.

"Better?" I ask her, my arms dropping to her waist.

Before she could reply, wolf whistling was heard, before we saw Leo dancing around on the driveway behind us, chanting "Nico grew some balls and kissed her. Shiznizzle! Percy's going to be pissed! PERCY! NICO KISSED YOUR SISTER!"

And that was when the fun began.

A/N

Heyo! I'm in a considerably better mood! Probably because I've had to much caffine because I did swim training this morning, had a mug of black coffee and had this powdery stuff that flavoured my water in my drinkbottle. And I had a chocolate bar. Yeah, fattening, but I don't care.

SCHOOL HOLIDAYS ARE COMING UP! I'm so happy! I mean, I love school but some teachers (coughsciencecough) are a little overbearing.

Anyways, I'm addicted to Pretty Little Liars. And I ship Ezria so much and just I can't even like holy guacamole. This is also why I haven't updated in forever.

Please comment guys! It makes me want to update faster!

Tell you what made me really happy- Someone ame up to me in school and asked if I wrote one of my stories and when I said yes, she said it was really good and that I needed to update sooner. That made my day. I was so happy.

Okay, here I may begin to rant because there is so much I want to say: (I feel like everyone reading this and I are friends and whatnot)

I love love love going to swiming because I have friends there now! They're older, taller and all dudes but they're amazing. I really wanna see what one looks like with make up on because he seems to be in touch with his feminine side and I wouldn't be surprised if he came out as Gay. He is amazing, and I love being around him. (I don't like him like that. I'm quite sociable and find it rather easy to talk to boys, sometimes more so than girls. Girls are so catty and overbearing and ugh.)

Moving onto the depressing crap:

I feel like a (excuse my "french") shit friend. I literally implied to my friends that they had no life and I felt so bad and I still do. I feel like a bitch. I really do. I never mean to be that mean, but it just comes out and afterwards I feel so awful, and even worse when they rub it in my face and seem to not let it go. I would go on but they're probably going to ask me what the hell tomorrow at school.

Is it normal to feel sad and depressed but happy at the same time? Like, you're in a great situation but every time there's this thing lingering in the back of your mind?

I'm going to ask a lot of questions. I'm a growing teenage girl who really doesn't know anything about teenagehood other than 14 year old boys like climbing out of windows with moonboots on. (Don't ask).

Anyways, that's all for now (Note: For Now)

~KaleidoscopeColours

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