Hi all! This is my first ~posted~ fanfiction so I hope you all love it! PLEASE read, review, favourite, follow... it makes my day, honestly!

Disclaimer: Don't own PJO or anything related to it. Unfortunately. Haha.

Also this is my first time legitimately writing in 3rd person so if I accidentally switch to 1st I do apologize and that WILL be fixed.

I take requests for the story too, seeing as I WANT to make this a large multi-chapter story but I don't know if I will/can. Anyway. Have fun with the story...

Chapter One:

Will wiped away the final tear dripping from his tired blue eyes and sniffled, jogging so he wouldn't miss the bus. He took his usual seat in the public bus and surveyed the people in it- the usual people he sees everyday.

Ever since he moved to New York for his scholarship in medicine, he had decided to take the same bus everyday, in the morning, then the return one on the way back after college, to his small comfortable apartment.

He pulled his jacket tighter, shuddering at the memory of the smaller boy fuming in front of him. He was picking at invisible lint on his sleeve, when he felt a gentle touch on his arm. "What's the matter, sonny? I've never seen you so down, my boy." Will looked over his shoulder to see an old woman sitting in the seat behind him, worry etched each line of her face.

"Doris, I didn't notice you there. Haven't I told you before to not sit back here? You'll hurt yourself." Doris, an 80 year old woman who refuses to give in to all the youngsters, shows disdain to sitting anywhere but in her spot, relentlessly each day- the seat behind Will.

"Oh dear, you're obviously distraught yet you still worry about me?" She rasped, arching a gray brow at his antics.

As the bus stopped and let on the two teens from the high school a block down, Doris stood up shakily. The man sitting opposite Will, a lawyer, who hops on two stops before Doris and smiles at only her, steadied the old woman as she bustled over with her cane and poked Will until he slid over and let her take a seat.

"Tell me. Is it your grades again?" Doris urged. Will shook his head and used his baby blue sleeve to wipe his eyes.

"No. Remember Nico?"

"Of course. What a darling young man he is." Will couldn't help the little grin that pulled at his lips.

Doris didn't care that Will liked boys instead of girls, she didn't care that sometimes Will wore feminine colours (is that even a thing anymore? To genderize colours?), and most of all she didn't care that Will sometimes just wanted to talk about the 90's.

"I think we broke up." Will once again, wiping his eyes as tears threatened to spill over again.

"Oh, honey." She raised a wrinkly arm and offered him a tissue, which he took gratefully.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Doris."

"Not a problem- you're a very nice boy and it's sad to see you upset. Come on, tell me."

Will shrugs and pauses. "I don't think I'm ready."

"Of course, until then, how about that new couple who catch the bus home on Wednesdays?"

"I know right! They won't last- either that or he's gay." Doris nods meaningfully and nudges the blond next to her, a small snicker on her face.

After Will helps Doris off the bus, he settles back in his seat and plugs his ear phones in, smiling gently at the woman sitting a few seats ahead, his eyes drifting to smile at the baby sitting on her lap.

Nico had always wanted a baby, when they were older and out of college. When he was working steadily at a hospital and Nico landed a job at a newspaper, or something along those lines.

Will stifled a sob at that thought, reaching up to grip the usual necklace on his neck, but then remembered he had thrown it at Nico in his momentary fit of rage. "Oh. Right."

Will picks up his phone and goes into messages, ignoring the text from his mother and clicking onto Nico's name. (My Baby Angel). Instead of typing a text, he absentmindedly scrolled up, up up, still scrolling until he reached his stop. He hopped off, smiled at the bus driver (Have a good night Janice, you too sonny) and walked home, still scrolling as if he had forgotten.

Finally he stood in front of his apartment, and let himself in, tossing his bag to the side and plopping onto the couch. He hadn't changed his phone since his junior year at high school and he is now in third year of med school. He's known Nico since his senior year- and they had texted at least once a day.

Finally, finally, he reached the top, just as he decided he would take a shower. The screen stopping confused him for a second, his tired eyes hurting, until his eyes landed on their first ever text.

Sent at: 6:43pm

Will: Hey

Nico: Heuy

Will: Huey?

Nico: I dont knoe hor to txt

Will: You're so bad at technology!

Nico: Shuddup! Ohg hold on I think I gottt it

Will: Maybe not

Nico: I'm not thar bad!

Will snorted loudly, his laughter bubbling into a sob so quickly he surprised himself. What a romantic first conversation via text messaging! Not! Will kept scrolling, putting himself through utter pain as he reread past texts.

Sent at 4:06pm

Nico: Sup

Will: Hey... did you write down the Italian homework?

Will: Because I forgot!

Will: I was so distracted in class

Will: I'm sorry!

Will: I'm never this disorganized

Will: Hello?!

Nico: Stahp, Will

Will: Why?

Sent at 4:30pm

Nico: I can't read and type at the same time. This is taking me half an hour to type alone. Plus, your texts are too fast and now I'm confused.

Will: Haha, sorry!

Will wiped his nose quickly and shook his head. A heavy burden settled upon his heart, weighing it down with pain. He smiled ruefully to himself, knowing very well he shouldn't be doing this! Nico made it abundantly clear that they were through. Well and done- three years of dating down the drain. With that horrible thought, Will tossed his phone on the couch and curled up in a ball, resisting the urge to rock back and forth.

When Will's roommate walked in the door, he found Will bundled up, asleep on the couch. His eyes were puffy and red.

"Hey, hey bud. You alright?" Cecil, always the good friend and roommate, stood next to the couch and shook the blonde's shoulder. "Come on, up you get. If you sleep now you won't be able to get up for classes tomorrow."

"Thanks, mum, but I don't have class tomorrow." Will mumbled sarcastically, rubbing his sore and tired eyes.

"Dude, what happened?! Get a C- or something on your last test?"

"What? No! Never!"

"Jeez, sorry. What's up?" The blond shrugged and sat up, snatching his phone away so Cecil could sit next to him.

"I'm fine. How was work? Lou Ellen still hitting on you?"

"Will, stop. Your eyes are all red and you've obviously been crying. You only cry about fictional characters, your grades, Nico or your family. You haven't had the chance to read lately, as you were complaining about this morning, so that's a no. I bumped into your mum today at the store- she's fine so no to the family. Not your grades..." Cecil trails off, flicking his brown hair away from his eyes. "... and you and Nico are doing fine... right?" Will couldn't help but shake his head, feeling the tears pool up again. No. Stop it. He couldn't be so weak!

"Shh, it's alright. Let it out. It's okay." Cecil dropped his messenger bag on the floor and wrapped an arm around his best friend that he's known since kindergarten. After a while, Cecil pulled away, offering a tissue.

"I just want him back." Will moaned. The moan sounded like the worst plea for help the brunette had ever heard. He frowned at his friend as he cradled his phone in his hand and rubbed his eyes with the other. "My baby..."

"Will! Dammit get a hold of yourself! What on earth happened?!" Cecil pulled the blonde's hands away from his face forcefully and shoved a tissue into his hands.

"He was pissed. There was yelling."

"Yelling? From you or Nico?"

"Both!" There was that moan again, as he spoke. It came out a jumble of mixed words that made Cecil cringe. Will sniffled and stared at his best friend. "He never yells! And there we were, yelling at each other right next to a potted plant and a jeep!"

"The only witnesses?"

"No! My professor walked into the parking lot, so I calmed down and asked Nico if we could move this somewhere private..." Will shook his head and glared at a spot somewhere over his best friend's shoulder. "And we started yelling again about how I always try to protect my image- or whatever that means- and then he said we were done. I agreed... and ripped my necklace off."

"The necklace?!"

Will groped for the dangling piece but when his fingers came up with only cloth he let out a pained, strangled sound. "Yes!"

"Will! This is serious!"

"I figured!"

"Ice cream serious?"

"I wish it wasn't."

"But we only reserve the ice cream for..."

"He said he didn't want to see me anymore."

"I think I have rollups we can dunk into the ice cream too, Will."

"I think I'll need more than roll ups. Give me brandy."

"You're not getting drunk like this, but the rollups are a start."

As Cecil waltzed to the kitchen, Will stood up. "I'm going to go put on pyjamas."

"Alright. Movies?"

"Don't you have homework?"

"No. I had a date with my Xbox, but it can wait."

"Okay."

As Will pulled on his yellow cotton pants and matching flannelette shirt, he thought over anything but his (ex?)boyfriend Nico di Angelo. He really did love the other boy, and he regretted the words that spilled out of his mouth in his spiel of rage. He grabbed his phone and unlocked it, smiling at a conversation he and Nico had had a long time ago. He must have accidentally scrolled down, but he remembered the conversation. He had sent a few rows and columns of little round white emojis, with the middle bottom one red.

Sent: 11:02pm

Will: Play connect four with me

Nico: What? How?!

Will: Copy the text I sent of the 'board'. (Remember you touch and hold). Then paste it onto your messages. Replace one of the white emojis with a blue round one.

Nico: Okay. Like this?!

Will: Yup. My turn.

Nico: So... while you're figuring out your next move... why are we talking at like... midnight?

Will: Couldn't sleep

Nico: Why? You always sleep! You hate the dark!

Will: Your turn

Will: And I don't wanna talk about it...

Nico: Nice move

Nico: Okay... well you know you can always come to me, for anything, okay?

Nico: Also bitch try and beat that move!

Will: Please. Ea-say. You needa up your connect four game, my friend

Will: Thanks, Neeks. I know...

Nico: *boyfriend

Nico: Biatch. I am the master of connect four

Nico: And of course! What am I here for, if not to help and love you!

Nico: Your turn

Will: Haha yeah, my boyfriend. My beautiful boyfriend.

Will: My sexy boyfriend

Will: My boyfriend who has beautiful eyes

Will: And is great in bed haha

Will: My sexy boyfriend who just lost the shortest game of connect four I've ever played

Nico: So good until the end ;)

Will smiled a little and tucked his phone into the breast of his pyjamas and walked out of the room. He loved how they could hold three conservations at a time, all of them completely different. He could tell Nico anything- he really is Will's other half.

Yet his other half told him he didn't want to see him again.

Will frowned and plonked onto the couch next to Cecil, grabbing the tub of ice cream and spoon. "Banana?"

"Damn straight."

Credits to We're-all-mad-herex13 who is an amazing beta xoxo

Check out her story in Twilight, if you're into the books she's an amazing writer :)