The Origin of Solangelo
It had been two days since Gaia’s defeat. Nico and Will were strolling through the woods at camp, talking quietly. They were completely alone, just the two of them. Normally, Nico liked being alone, but for some reason, being alone with Will made him really nervous.
“I’m glad you decided to stay at camp,” Will said. “So many of the others are leaving. Annabeth and Percy are gone for school, and-” Will paused. “You used to like him, didn’t you?”
Nico flinched. “Where did you hear that?”
“Nothing really happens around here without me knowing,” Will shrugged. “Information is always being passed around.”
“Oh.” Nico stuck his hands in his pockets, sighing. “Yeah, I liked him. But I was young. Those feelings have faded away. I didn’t know what it was like to really love someone.”
Will looked up at Nico. “I’ve always known what that was like. There’s this person I’ve liked for years. But my feelings never faded away.”
For some reason, Nico was disappointed, learning that Will liked someone. Nico did his best to hide his emotions, but he couldn’t help tearing up a little. “Well, whoever she is, she-”
“Not a she,” Will interrupted. His voice softened. “Nico, why are you crying?”
Will smiled, realizing why Nico had gotten so upset. He continued his story. “I’ve liked him forever, but I could never gather enough courage to tell him. It didn’t seem like he wanted to talk to anybody.”
Will took a nervous deep breath.
“And he still doesn’t know that I like him. Well, until now. If he’s smart enough to put the pieces together.”
Nico stared at Will in disbelief. “Are you talking about-”
Will nodded, answering the question that Nico hadn’t even asked yet.
Nico couldn’t help it. He pulled Will into a hug. “I like you, too,” Nico whispered.