Some nights, whether they were in Camp Half-blood or South Padre, they spent all night on the beach. This was one of those nights.
The bonfire grew nine feet in height. "Do you ever think about Apollo," Nico asked.
"Sometimes. I haven't seen him since Lester and I was hoping to," Will told him.
He skewered marshmallows on bamboo sticks. "Maybe we should be buried together."
"Sure, Nico. Let's just skip the entire relationship and just pick out a burial plot. I've heard of moving too fast but come on."
I've said something wrong. Nico corrected himself. "I didn't mean a burial plot. I think we should be in the same coffin."
Will sighed. "Think about that statement for a minute."
Nico frowned. "Sorry. That came out wrong."
"Is there really a good way to say it?" Will shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Just don't talk like that around my mom, okay?"
"Right." Nico leaned over and wrote in the sand, I aim with my heart.