Alright, this is a very popular thing, and obviously I left out some key things. So, without further delay, the beginning of Not Your Typical High School Romance-Bonus Chapters!

I will add that this will start as early on as possible, and this chapter happens between Halloween and Christmas.

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Nico's POV

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I looked up briefly when the door opened, but I quickly went back to the essay I was writing. Percy would make his way up here eventually. We both enjoyed doing homework up here on the loft. The fake fire crackled cheerfully beside me. The ladder groaned suddenly, and I looked up again, seeing Percy climbing his way up.

"Hey Perce," I greeted. "Man I can't wait for a little break." He chuckled, depositing his bag on the love seat. "Do you have work too?" I asked, sliding my chair over.

"Sure do," he replied, grabbing the extra chair from behind the couch. He sat down beside me, plunking his thick algebra book down on the desk. "Man, I hate algebra," he complained lightly, flipping to the correct page in his book. "But I like my grades, so I will do it." I reached over and ruffled his hair.

"I know," I told him. I looked up at the ceiling, closing my eyes. I often did that when I was lost in thought, or trying to think. Percy muttered to himself on occasion, but otherwise, it was silent. I cracked an eye open and glanced at my boyfriend, a smile playing on my face. I loved our adventures so far (and trust me there was plenty of them), but these quiet moments, like the one right now, were the moments I loved the most. It hadn't been very long with him, but I knew I loved him. And I always would. And I looked forward to many more moments like this.

"Hey Nico," he said suddenly, startling me out of thought. I blinked at him. "Have you heard what they're doing at school?" he asked, turning to face me. I pretended to think about it. In fact, I had heard the news at school. They'd decided (and by they I meant the sophomore student council) decided that we underclassmen needed another dance, since the only way you could go to prom was if you were invited, or if you were a junior or senior. Thus, the Winter Formal was thought up. It was to be held later in the week, just before the start of our winter break. I had a feeling Percy wanted to go, but I wanted to ask him in a special way.

"I haven't," I said. "Why? What's going on?" His face fell momentarily, but he quickly smiled again. Hmmm.

"No real reason," he said. "I was just wondering," he said to me. He closed his book. "I'm all done with my homework. Wanna go out to dinner tonight?"

"Sure Mio Ragazzo Cervello," I said. I rose as well, working out the cramps in my muscles. "Let's go cutie." He laughed, the musical sound filling my ears. Yes, this boy sure was special. Which is why he deserved such a special way of being asked. Sure, I could simply asked him to the dance. He'd say yes. And in two years we had prom, so I obviously couldn't overdo it now. But still, he deserved something better than me simply casually asking him.

All of that swirled around in my head as we made our way downtown to eat. I let him drive, so long as he was careful. I was too distracted tonight to safely navigate our way to our destination. God what could I even do? I didn't want to outdo either of our promposals, so I'd have to think of something simultaneously simple yet clever.

"Nico?" I blinked. Percy peered at me curiously from the open car door. It was only then that I realized we'd reached our destination. "Are you coming?" he asked me. "We've arrived."

"Of course bambino," I said, using the other nickname he enjoyed so much. The smile he gave me could and would put the sun to shame. "You go on in, I'm right behind you," I said, climbing out of the car myself. But he wasn't letting me have it. He circled around the car, and then he grabbed my hand. I couldn't help but smile. Man did I love this boy. So much. "Alright, let's go," I told him.

"Alright Nico," he said, leading the way inside, his hand still firmly in mine. "Mom used to bring me here when we were little," he explained as we passed the entryway. "I hope you don't mind that I brought you here." He added that last part with a certain tone, like maybe I would reconsider a date with him.

"Not at all bambino," I said, gently massaging the back of his hand with my thumb. "I love learning more about you." And there was that radiant smile again. That smile that I loved so much. That smile that melted away everything else in the world until it was just me and him. "Quaint little joint," I commented, looking around. Truth be told, it was a lot simpler than I was used to. Then again, I was a rich son of a rich guy. Pretty much everything was simpler than I was used to.

"I like their pizza," he said. I shook my head.

"Should've known," I replied. "You and your pizza." He grinned sheepishly. One thing I'd learned rather quickly; Percy loved pizza. Like, he probably loved it more than he loved me. Maybe. "Do we wait to be seated, or do it ourselves?" I asked him.

"We do it," he said. "Come on," he led the way to a secluded table in the back. We sat opposite each other, grinning. Yep. Another great date night.

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"Bia, I'm stumped," I confessed, cradling the phone closer. I was sitting in the loft, talking with my sister. Percy was sleeping soundly, and I really didn't want to wake him up with my phone call. "It has to be special, but not so over the top it outdoes anything we do our junior year."

"Percy's a simple guy Nico," she told me. "You don't need to do anything. All you have to do is ask him. You know he'd love to go with you." I sighed. Leave it to my sister to be the sensible one.

"I know that," I told her. "But Percy's such a special guy. He needs something just as special as he does. I know I could just ask him. But that defeats the purpose."

"You really are a hopeless romantic, aren't you?" she asked me, a smirk in her voice. I opened my mouth to protest, but any argument I had died on the tip of my tongue. You know, I couldn't deny it. Us di Angelos, we did everything we did with everything we had. That included loving our partners. Sure, I didn't love Percy. Not at first. But now I did.

"This is more than me just asking him to a dance," I said, gazing around. Maybe my shelves would be of some inspiration. "This is another way of me telling him how much a really love him. It may not seem like it to you," I added before she could say anything. "But that's what I want it to be. Me proving that I really do love him. Enough to make this a special moment for him."

"God you're in deep," she said, but she laughed. "You'll figure something out bro. You always do. Now, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow at school." And with that, she hung up. I sank back in my chair, raking my fingers through my hair. What could I even get him? I sat up straight suddenly, the very basics of an idea forming. He loved my writing. Maybe I could ask him with a poem. Yes. I grinned, grabbing a notebook and a pencil that was close at hand. I may be sleep deprived in the morning, but it would be worth it.

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Percy's POV

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I'll admit, it was Wednesday, and Nico and I hadn't even discussed the idea of going to the Winter Formal together. Truth be told, I was a little disappointed by the fact. But, I knew he didn't really like social situations, so maybe he didn't want to go. And I could respect that. Relationships were give and take. I had to give some to him ask well. After all, he'd done absolutely everything I'd wanted to do up until this point.

Algebra was such a bore. Mr. Wilson couldn't even make it fun with his quirky poems about equations. Then again, no one really could. As winter break fast approached, so did our anticipation. The upperclassmen were excited to not have to go to school. But the underclassmen were excited about Friday. Pairs were already selected. A lot of people had been asked in cute, subtle ways. And I'll admit to being a little jealous. But I wouldn't fault Nico for it. Our relationship was still a fairly new one.

I almost didn't notice the note fall out of my locker, but I heard something scrape the floor when I moved my sneaker. I glanced down, and there was a note, with my name on the very front. One of my eyebrows rose as I scooped it up. I squinted. This was Nico's handwriting. I recognized it after months of reading his work. I wonder what he had to say to me. I unfolded the note, skimming it as I walked.

Percy, you know I'm not any good with these kinds of things. After all, this is still all very new to me. And somewhat scary. But for you, the boy I would do just about anything for, I will try. Because I love you, and I love it when you're happy. I know this will make you happy. So here it goes.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Have I ever told you

That I love you?

Roses are red

And pink and blue and green.

This poem is definitely the best

That you've ever seen

I'm sorry I didn't ask

In person, though as you know

I'm not that good with words

But I try not to let it show

So do me a favor

Will you give me a chance?

Percy Jackson, I ask you

Do you want to go to the dance?

Now that I've thoroughly embarrassed myself with this sorry excuse for a poem, would you like to go to the winter formal with me?

I stopped short, a smile plastered on my face. I was sure by the end of the day that my cheeks would hurt, but fuck it. I saw Nico just then, rounding the corner. He looked up at me, looked down, then looked up again, horror written plainly on his face. I marched right up to him, grabbed him by the shirt front, and crashed my lips to his.

"Percy!" he gasped out, but when I pulled back, he had the biggest grin I'd ever seen. "So I take that as a yes?"

"Of course!" I exclaimed. Then I laughed. "Thank you so much for the corny little note. It was wonderful." His smile grew a little wider, and he pecked my cheek.

"For you, mio Cervello Ragazzo, anything," he said. I smiled. Yeah, I knew. But actions always spoke louder than words.

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"Oh look at you!" mom gushed, examining my rented tuxedo. "You look so handsome Percy. Nico sure is a lucky guy." I smoothed out the wrinkles in my dress shirt, then redid my pale pink tie for the fifth or sixth time. Everything had to be perfect. Mom walked around snapping pictures with her camera. I didn't mind. I loved when she documented all my school milestones.

"Do I look alright?" I asked, holding my arms out. "Nico will be here any moment." Mom smiled softly.

"You look perfect honey," she managed to get out as the doorbell rang. I gulped. Our first formal night together. "Don't be nervous honey," she said. "This is Nico we're talking about. No matter what happens, tonight is going to be amazing in his eyes." I turned to my mom. I often wondered where all of her wisdom came from, and then I remembered she was my mom. She had to be wise. Slowly, I made my way to the door. I threw it open, and there stood Nico, in his charcoal gray suit from Germany, with a lilac tie.

"Wow bambino," he said, eyeing me up and down. "You look great," He reached out and pinned something to my jacket. "Let's get going. The limo won't wait around forever." One perk of having a rich boyfriend is he had his own limo, so we didn't have to worry about renting one. I laughed, and he tugged me out of mom's apartment. "I hope they decorated like they said the would," he commented on the way down. "They promised something good."

"I can't imagine that Jason's class would do some mediocre decorations," I said to that. We reached the limo, and he held the door for me. I giggled. "Why thank you," I said, slipping inside.

"Anything for you," he replied to that, climbing in after me. He pulled the door closed, and off we went. The ride wasn't too far, but still, with New York traffic, you were never sure. We sat in relatively comfortable silence, the only sound being the engine of the limo.

The gym honestly wasn't decorated that bad. White tea lights hung from the vast ceiling bathing the floor in a soft white glow. Those huge paper snowflakes also hung overhead. White and silver balloons were scattered all over the place, one of the upperclassmen had set up a refreshments table in the corner, illuminated by a little table lamp. They were serving some sort of red punch. I looked around at the other couples. We seemed to be the only gay couple here. I gulped. Not that I didn't love our classmates. But, not everyone saw us out together. And this made it seem all the more real. Nico, seeming to sense my unease, squeezed my hand.

"Hey, it's alright," he assured me. "Come on, let's go dance." He dragged me along, and I looked around. The DJ was tucked in another corner, a small group of students hanging out around the table. Probably requesting songs. Nico pulled me to the sidelines, where we could dance in peace. Lucky for us, a slow song came on just then. Nico wrapped his arms around my waist, and I wrapped mine around his neck. "Are you worried about something bambino?" he asked me as we swayed to the music.

"Not really," I answered honestly. "I guess I'm just not sure how everyone will react to us. I think we're the only gay couple here." Nico seemed to think about it for a moment. I glanced down. I hoped I hadn't ruined our night. Finally, I felt his soft hands cupping my chin, and he forced me to look at him. Only to touch his lips to mine in a feather-light kiss.

"What they think doesn't matter bambino," he said softly. "The only thing that matters is you and I. As long as we're happy, nothing else matters." And with that we resumed our dancing. But I thought about that, even long after we'd stopped. Yes, I was sure we'd face more controversy. But, as long as we were happy, and we had each other, we'd be alright. I looked over, watching as Nico laughed along with our friends. I smiled to myself. As long as I had Nico, I'd always be alright.

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Alrighty guys, the much anticipated…spin off… first chapter complete.