•Nico•

Sunlight shone through the widow of the Hades cabin, making Nico groan. He yawned, moving sluggishly.

Throwing his arm across his chest, he clenched his eyes closed tighter as they were exposed to the suns light.

A moan of another boy.

Nico's eyes flew open.

He sat up within 3 seconds, having yet to remember what had happened that night. "Oh my gods!" He screamed, using his foot to kick away the 'intruder.'

Their body landed on the with a big 'thump.'

"Ow!" The voice whined. "Nico!" He exclaimed, shooting up from the floor. Nico blushed, flustered, "W-why are you in my b-bed?!" He asked, glaring daggers at him.

"Because." James let out a sigh. "Do you remember what happened last night?" He then questioned the son of Hades.

Nico stopped, memories flooding in.

The midnight meeting.

The kiss.

The other kisses.

OH CRAP! HOLY HERAAAA!!!

Nico's mind screamed.

He had freaking kissed- no, nearly made out with freaking James Cagel.

The freaking son of. . . Who was his godly parent? Nico never really asked. . .

He assumed Apollo, seeing he worked in the infirmary, but he didn't look the part.

James's dark violet eyes, nearly porcelain skin, and his. . . Interesting hair, completely didn't fit the typical 'Apollo kid look.'

Usually, like Will, they'd have blonde hair- like Apollo.

Unlike Jame's hair. It was white at the top, his roots were also white, it was like a snowstorm. Then, slowly, James must have dyed his hair, so the white goes over to lilac in the middle. The color then starts changing to a darker violet at the ends, matching his, rare, eye color.

"We kissed." Nico said, pulling himself away from his thoughts. "Yeah." James replied, an awkward silence soon filling up the cabin.

With Nico on the bed, he looked down at James. "You still want to do this?" He questioned, "Only if you still want to." James answered, starting to stand up.

Nico could feel another blush come to his cheeks. "Yeah. I guess." He whispered.

James smiled. "Well, I guess this calls for another intro." He declared, Nico looked at him in confusion.

"My name is James Aidan Cagel. Son of Boreas." He continued, "The Greek form of the Roman god Aquilon."

Nico nodded, "Nico, um, do you need my middle name?" He asked, James shrugged. "It'd be nice." James told him. Nico sighed, but nodded as he continued.

"Nico Bernard Di Angelo, son of Hades. The Greek form of Pluto." Nico introduced, looking at the hand James held out.

"I'd rather not." He told him. James nodded, "Do you want me to hold your hand to breakfast, then kiss you? Or just walk you there, kiss you, and be done?" He asked.

Nico thought for a moment.

"Um, whatever you'd think a couple would do I guess?" He suggested, James just nodded.

"Get dressed." He ordered Nico.

"What about you?" He challenged.

James blushed slightly, looking down at his jeans. "Um, can I borrow some clothes?" He asked, Nico just nodded, climbing off of his bed.

He jogged to his closet, an array of black clothes, a bright orange camp shirt, three pairs of light jeans, a purple Camp Jupiter shirt, a few other shirts that Jason had given him (claiming that he 'has to have color in you're attire.' Whatever that meant. . .), and finally a few pairs of shoes at the bottom. Mainly dark sneakers.

"What you want?" Nico asked James, searching through his closet. James got off of the floor, and walked up behind him.

"Um, the sky blue t-shirt, black jeans, and I'll be all good." James answered from behind him. Nico jumped, startled, but other than that had no reaction.

"Sorry." James apologized, noticing Nico's sudden movement.

"It's 'kay." Nico muttered, picking a pair of black jeans and a plaid (black, white, dark blue, and dark grey) patterned (button up) shirt.

"Don't you dare open this door until I say. Got it?" Nico demanded, opening the door to his (Hazel's and his) bathroom.

James just nodded in reply, already taking his shirt off.

Nico looked away, slamming the door. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

Can I really do this?

He asked himself.

Half of your friends don't even know you're gay yet!

He reminded himself.

"Nico? You done there? I gotta pee!" James called, knocking on the door. Nico was pulled from his thoughts once again, and gulped.

"One minute!" He shouted back, though more quiet that James.

He then quickly threw off his clothes, changing as fast as he could.

He then opened the door, his clothes bunched up in his arms, and his dark brown eyes meeting James's violet.

"All yours." He told him, walking out.

"Thank the gods!" James commented, running into the bathroom.

"Close the door!" Nico reminded him. "No! I'm a free spirit!" James shouted back to him.

Nico just shook his head, put his clothes back, and started waiting for James.

After a few minutes of waiting, James came out from the bathroom.

"Thanks." He told Nico, "Now, let us go." He told him again. Nico stayed silent, but nodded.

The door was opened, and they both walked out.

"Come on, fake boyfriend." Nico muttered, James nodded, grabbing Nico's hand.

Nico's mouth opened, but nothing came out. James then intertwined their fingers together.

Nico started to sweat, his palms trembling slightly. James didn't notice.