"Nico!" Will's voice rang out to me in the lunch room. "What color should I wear to prom?"
"Uh..." I stare at him. "Why are you asking me?"
"Well what color are you wearing? We have to match for when we are dancing and on our date!"
I stare at him for a minute, "What date?"
"Wait... I asked you right?"
"No?"
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It was dark. Too dark.
"Nico?"
I had run into the house searching for the beautiful boy- my date to prom.
"Nico? Where are you Love?"
It was silent. Too silent.
"Will?" It was distant.
"NICO?" I scream, running to the basement where the voice came from.
There was blood. The beautiful boy was dead.
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Solangelo Onshots/Short Stories
FanfictionSolangelo. Prepare to cry. Oh and there will be death- lots of death. Ok fine I'll do some cute ones no matter how fun it is to make you people mad at me. ---- All characters belong to Rick Riordan.
