Hello there! This chapter took me some time to write, as I had writers block, but I think I finally found a way to end this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or its characters. I only own this fic.
"Honestly, Will, it looks fine."
Lou Ellen sighed, crossing her arms with a stern expression on her face. Will tugged at his tie, feeling like the formal attire was strangling him.
"Will, I know you're nervous about not playing well. However, you need to effing calm yourself- Will, what time are you picking up your boyfriend?" Lou Ellen asked, her brow creased.
Will checked his phone, which showed 4:47 PM.
"Crap! I completely forgot the time!" he shouted, shooting to his feet.
Grabbing his car keys, Will checked his violin one last time before running out the door, shouting a goodbye to Apollo and Lou Ellen.
Will raced down the steps to the driveway, hurriedly inputting Nico's address into his GPS and feeling a wave of relief at the fact that Nico's house was only five minutes away.
As he pulled up to Nico's house, Will sent a brief text telling Nico he arrived. His palms started to get sweaty, and his stomach was full of butterflies. He didn't even know why he was so nervous.
Suddenly, his phone rang. Will's hand spent a few seconds rummaging through his pocket before his hand closed on his phone.
"Solace. Are you going to open the door or am I going to stand out here in the cold for three hours?" Nico's voice rang out, sounding a bit annoyed before hanging up.
Will looked to his window and sure enough, Nico was standing there.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you," he said sheepishly, unlocking the car doors.
When he turned on the lights, Will's brain short-circuited and his mouth fell open.
Nico di Angelo was wearing a tuxedo.
"What are you looking at, Solace?" Nico scowled, though his cheeks were a bit pink.
Will forced himself to look away and close his mouth.
"N-nothing. Are you ready?" he stuttered, his eyes glued on the road.
Nico grunted and pulled out his phone.
Will pulled up to the school where they were performing. He saw a head of short ginger hair with a bright green streak, which turned out to be Kayla.
"Will! Is that Death boy?" she called, grinning.
Nico turned to look at Will, raising an eyebrow.
"He talks about you all the time," said another voice, laughing.
Austin appeared next to Kayla, straightening his tie.
Will ignored them, his cheeks burning.
"Stop glaring, Will! You were the one who told us," said Austin, smiling cheekily.
"What is going on here?" asked Nico, looking bewildered.
"N-nothing," said Will, clearing his throat and glaring at the pair.
"Will! Is that boy the young man you're always talking about?"
Chiron, their music teacher, walked out from behind the stage.
Will wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
"You talk about me?" Nico asked, his eyebrows almost disappearing into his hair.
"No, I don't. Their just teasing. A-anyways, what should we do right now?" asked Will, his cheeks on fire.
Suddenly, an all too familiar and very unwelcome voice sounded through the room.
"Will? Is that you?"
What did you think? Is the dialogue unnatural or awkward? Who do you think is the unwelcome person? Reviews are great motivation and are greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day!