Nico - Eighteen

Nico found it kind of funny how his father didn't know he was Death. Nor did his father know that he murdered his mother. . . Or the fact he was gay. . . But whatever. They weren't really close to begin with.

Nico doubted he knew his favorite color. (Blue, like Will's eyes)

But that's besides the point. . . He needed to check on Will.

Quickly jogging down the sidewalk, he crossed the street. His nose stinging from the cold air as he continued to jog. Panting lightly, he made a left turn, entering a forested area maybe 3 blocks from his home.

"Last time I join my dad for dinner." He said to himself quietly, his eyes scanning his perimeter. No one was around, and he could hear leaves crunch under his weight. "Good." He decided, right before jumping the rusty, old fence that surrounded the wood land of trees and animals.

A/n:
I know it's short. But I'm tired, sore from gym, and in general pain from that class because I can't catch a basket ball.

It's not broken ( just sprained)! But I have to wear a split anyways.

Swelling hasn't gone down, and I'm trying to be strong in front of my mom even though I feel like ( excuse my language ) utter and of no importance large piece of shit.

So yeah.

But, while they were doing my x rays, I got to flip the doctor off! So that was fun!

Screw it. I'm gonna take a nap. And sleep. FOREVERRRRRRRRRR.

- Bridget