part one part two
Nico truly hoped Will was right. He kept claiming that as soon as the summer campers left everything would all settle down. Nico felt as if he needed that more than ever. Despite the last week of summer being significantly less eventful as most weeks, it did not stop it from being chaotic. Some campers chose to spend their last few days of camp relaxing and hanging about with their friends they wouldn’t see until next year. Others spent their time pulling last minute pranks, or using every given opportunity to exploit their demi-godly privileges until their last chance.
Friday is seemingly when reality hit. On Sunday most of the campers would pack up their belongings and head home for the school year, leaving behind their second home and their friends. This year Nico was staying for good. A mixture of emotions swelled within him. Anxiety, what if people still held grudges against him? What if they didn’t actually want him to stay at all? Sadness, his closest friends were leaving to go back to school. Sure he had some people, including Will-obviously, but the idea of losing the people he had just gained opened a wound in his heart he wasn’t prepared for. Much to his confusion, Nico also felt excited. He finally had a home. A solid, reliable home, complete with people he cared about and got to spend time with.
Will hiked up the hill to meet him. He sat down in the grass next to Nico with a slight sigh. Whenever Will sat down next to him Nico couldn’t help but notice that he sat fairly close. Close enough that their knees, or elbows, or sometimes even their hands, would bump into and brush against one another. Nico, not so secretly, enjoyed it. It was nice having someone that wasn’t afraid to be near him, someone that didn’t see him as inherently dangerous or evil.
“Hi,” Nico says.
Will glances over at him, that soft permanent smile making Nico feel compelled to return it, “Hey, death boy.”
Nico rolled his eyes lightly, he’d long since grown used to the nickname but he couldn’t help but find it mildly ridiculous every time.
“How is the infirmary?”
“Forecast says it probably won’t burn down,” Will jokes, “assuming the Stoll brothers keep it together for another forty-eight hours.”
“That is a lot to ask of them you know,” Nico met his eyes, he had been practicing eye contact with Jason earlier that day. Despite his attempts to prove Will wrong, Nico felt the strong urge to pull his focus away. Will’s eyes were way different than Jasons. There was so much more to looking at him, it made Nico’s body burn beneath his skin.
“Yeah, well, they owe me a few favors,” Will replied, his gaze tracing Nico’s face in a way that made him want to turn away and hide forever, yet simultaneously never look away.
Nico smiled at Will, the eye contact burning a hole between them. Will was the first to look away, Nico would be lying if he said he wasn’t relieved, something about it held an intensity Nico hadn’t been ready for, but the absence of it left him craving more. A comfortable silence settled between the two of them as they took turns looking out over the scene of camp below them and stealing gazes of the other when they were not looking.
Nico thought that Will had an unfair advantage when it came to looks. He felt as if he was nothing truly special, he definitely wasn’t the worst looking but when compared to Will, let’s just say he didn’t think they even belonged on the same measuring scale. Especially now, in the afternoon light, finally relaxing after a day of work, Will looked incredible. His messy blonde hair clumped into curls falling just below his law line, summer tanned skin radiating warmth, his skin decorated with an excess of freckles from a well spent summer.
“Will,”
“Yeah?” Nico could see him gaze over from the corner of his eye but he kept his gaze locked on the horizon.
“You’re from Texas, right?”
“Indeed,” Will smiled, sounding slightly confused. Nico just hummed in response. A beat of silence held between them. “Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know, I just-” Nico bit his lip, realizing now how stupid it sounded, “was curious?”
“About something you already knew?”
“Yes.” That, somehow, made Will laugh, which caused a flood of warmth to spread through Nico’s body as their legs bumped together.
“Do you want to know more about it?”
More about you, Nico thought, “Yes.”
“Okay what do you want to know?” Will asked, sounding incredibly amused. He shifted his body so that he was facing Nico more, their legs partially intertwined, crossed at the ankles. Will didn’t seem to notice, or at least he didn’t seem to mind.
Fuck, Nico chided to himself. He hadn’t thought this far in advance. He racked his brain for questions about Texas. He only ever knew one other person from Texas, Leo Valdez. The name brought a wave of sadness through Nico but he pushed it away, refusing to dwell on it right now. Leo was definitely not the prime example of a proper Texan, but it was all Nico had to work with.
“Do you have one of those hats?” Nico blurted out, it was a stupid question. The first thing that had come to his mind was a memory of a running joke between Jason, Piper and Leo about him needing some type of hat to actually count as an Texan. Will would absolutely think he was stupid.
Instead of berating him, Will laughed again. “You mean a cowboy hat?”
“Yes, one of those.”
“You tell me you want to learn more about Texas, then your first question is ‘do you have a cowboy hat?’”
“Obviously.” Nico layered his voice with as much confidence as he could.
“What type of question is that?”
“Well I heard that you're not a real Texan if you don't own one.”
“Where did you even hear that?” Will grinned, his face shining with exasperation.
“That’s not important.” Nico was gaining more reassurance, as he often did when conversations like this took off between the two of them.
“I think it might be, someone here is clearly spreading false information.”
“So then you don’t have one?”
“That is not what I said.” Will shot him a look, one that said ‘be careful here or you might just get tackled’. Nico was willing to push his luck.
“Sure sounds like it, sunshine.” That luck Nico was just thinking about? Pushed.
Will scoffed, both surprised and amused. “Fine. I do.”
“You do what?” Nico blinked at him.
“Oh don’t play stupid,”
“I simply do not know what you are talking about, Solace.”
Will grit his teeth, eyes sparkling. “I own a cowboy hat.”
“No way! Are you from Texas?” Nico gasped.
“Oh you are such an asshole,”
“You deserve it.”
“Trust me I have gotten enough shit over that hat, my mom made me take it to camp with me.” Will sighed dramatically, “She said ‘no good country artist mother would leave her baby to fend for himself without the proper attire,’. Lee and Micheal used to bully the living daylight out of me over it.”
Nico found himself laughing at the story. He imagined a young Will, showing up to Camp Half-Blood cowboy hat sat upon his head. It was a glorious image.
“Do you still have it?” Nico asked, still grinning at the mental image.
“Yeah, tucked under my bunk.” Will shook his head, not trying to hide the smile on his own face.
A thought popped into Nico’s head, “Oh please tell me you have those boots too!”
“Gods no!” Will cried out, the two boys nearly fell over each other laughing. “I am not that southern.”
“Maybe when you’re tired, or mad.”
“What?”
“Your accent, it’s more noticeable when you’re tired or mad.” Immediately after saying this Nico worried if he crossed the line from friend, into weird stalker.
“I do not. Have an accent.” Will’s voice was more dramatically shocked than stern. Nico relaxed a little bit.
“Oh you so do.”
“Fine, but so do you.”
“What?!” That earned a grin from the other boy.
“Only on certain words, usually the really italian ones, you can’t help but pronounce them correctly.” Will looked smug, his eyes narrow and smirk wide. Nico couldn’t help but blush. Will had a point.
“Fine then,” He decided, “We’re even.”
“Hmph.” Will thinks for a moment, “My turn-”
“Your turn?” Nico blurts out, cutting him off.
“Yes, you asked me a question. Now I get to ask you a question.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works-”
“It is now, I make the rules.” Will cut Nico off this time, “Your clothes, the whole edgy ‘too emo for school’ vibe, is that a cabin requirement? Or personal preference?”
Nico rolled his eyes. Piper and Percy had explained to him what emo meant a few weeks before, the first time Will had called him that.
“It’s personal preference, I think. It just matches how I feel I guess. I think I would feel like a complete loser and a total fraud in khaki shorts and an orange shirt.” Nico tried to hide his smirk on the last line.
“Yeah okay, that makes-” Will realized Nico’s attack, “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh nothing, you flip flop wearing fool”
“They’re so much more comfortable, my feet overheat too much otherwise.”
“I am so sure they do.” Nico had to admit, Will’s tone did sound pretty convincing.
“Whatever, so you just like the dark edgy clothes?”
“Yep.”
“Interesting,” Will paused for a moment before matter-of-factly stating: “I like them too.”
Nico’s face burnt red. “What?” He sputtered out.
“I said I like them too, they look good on you.” Will looked over Nico, as if studying his composure of dark wash jeans and black shirt. “It suits you.”
Nico forced himself to regain his composure, he needed to make some type of step forwards. He couldn’t keep letting Will fluster him and then run away.
“Well, I think you’d look really good in that hat of yours.” The words slipped from his mouth and nearly took the contents of his stomach with them.
“Really?” Will asked, obviously caught off guard.
“Oh yeah, I can see it now. It’d be great.”
Will blushed, a sight that invoked feelings within Nico that he wanted to chase for the rest of his life. Nico knew there was no turning back now. He was absolutely in over his head for this boy.
“My turn,” Nico said, not giving Will a chance to respond. “Apollo’s thing is music, right? Do you play an instrument?”
“Technically?” Will replied, still apparently recovering, “I mean I know quite a few, I’d say I’m the best at guitar out of all of them but music hasn’t ever really been my thing.”
“Right,”
“I’m not bad at it by any means but I am nowhere near as good as Austin, I guess we all have our field that we really excel in.”
“Naturally,” Nico nodded.
“Why?”
“You always ask follow-up questions to my questions.” Nico stated, watching Will carefully.
“Does it annoy you?” Will asked.
“A little bit.” Nico was not telling the truth, Will didn’t need to know that.
“Good.” He grinned.
“Okay well, you never really lead many of the campfire songs like your siblings do, I was curious again I guess.” Nico watched the other boy's face as he spoke, seeing him think through his response, watching the words formulate in his head.
“In all honesty,” Will said, that resting smile occupying his face, “It’s because they don’t like the music that I listen to as much.”
“Is it country music?” Nico had asked this seriously, but Will must have taken it as a joke because he rolled his eyes with a smile.
“Not entirely,” He shook his head lightly, his golden hair fanning out and settling back down again, “I like a lot of midwest emo,”
Nico must have looked really lost, and honestly he was. He knew what the word ‘emo’ meant but midwest emo? Those words didn’t even have meaning.
“I’ll explain it to you some other time” Will promised.
“You’ll just have to show me.” Nico shrugged, his false confidence from earlier still sitting in his gut.
“What now you want me to serenade you too?” Will looked at Nico, moving ever so slightly closer as he asked, his tone had a hint of challenge to it.
“Yes.” Nico replied bluntly. “Preferably with the cowboy hat on.”
“You ask too much of me.” Will barely shook his head, eyes still locked on the boy in front of him.
“Always. But you know,” He let his eyes slip from Will’s piercing gaze down to his lips, then immediately back up to his eyes, “It would do wonders for that charm of yours.”
With that, Nico stood up. He let whatever stupid confidence was flowing within him carry him away, back down the hill, feeling as if he was floating. Leaving the son of Apollo still dumbstruck in the grass, and very slight, incredibly, impressed.
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