Prompt Four

                                    

                                          
Here is a Au with Solangelo. It is worth mentioning if you never have read the Percy Jackson Series and plan to in the future or aren't finished reading  the series after it (A.K.A. HoO and TOA), there are SpOiLeRs. Don't say I didn't warn you, now enjoy!- 😈
                          
"So, is she pretty?  What's she like? Is she nice?" My next door neighbor chatted. They almost blindly walked into poles and trip over rocks, their sunny dispostion never wavering. The guy had just moved to town, and quite frankly I wasn't sure what to make of him. 
                          
He constanly smiled at me, grinning cheerily each morning, humming to himself as he watered his plants, his annoyingly blonde hair glistening in the sunlight. And now, after I stole some flowers from his garden, he insisted on coming with me to give them to the girl I was with. Little does he know.
                          
"You know, I never did catch your name." 
                          
I froze, clutching the flowers tighter. I do what I do best, avoid conversation. 
                          
"I didn't throw it." As my neighbor stares in shock, I shove on my avatior jacket, trying to sink into its depths. 
                          
"Well, my name is Willam Solace. And I'm glad we finally talked!" I twist my skull ring awkwardly as he quickly recovers. "So what's this girl's name? The girl you're giving the flowers to of course." I laugh dryly, though nothing is remotely humorous about this statement. 

                          
"Her name is Bianca." 
                          
"Why haven't I ever seen her come to your house? OOH IS SHE LIKE A SECRET ADMIRER? OR IS THERE FORBIDDEN LOVE? Like, Romeo, Romeo, art thou Romeo and stuff?!" My nerd of a neighbor contiues to ramble, failing to notice we have now entered the town cementary. I glance at the farmilar sign, Grace Cementry.  The sign matches the name of two people in town, one of which is now buried in this cementary. I'm glad I brought enough flowers for him too today. 
                          
Finally we arrive in front of her grave, my crazy neighbor coming down from the clouds for a few minutes to notice where we are. I kneel down infront of the gravestone.  
                          
"Wait, why are we here?" I ignore him.
                          
Bianca DiAngelo, it reads, loving sister, friend, and daughter. November 26,1996-April 21, 2008. 
                          
"You want to know why you never see her Solace?" I snap, small tears creeping out of the corners of my eyes as I lay a hydrangea down in front of her grave. "You want to know who she is? Well, here it is. Here's my sister."  
                          
"I-"
                          
"Save it. I don't want your sympathy." I lay another hydrangea on the grave next to hers, our mother's.  And then I pull out the final one, going a couple graves down, my neighbor trying to keep up with me. Jason Grace, the tombstone reads, dead and cold, nothing like the boy who encourged me, who helped me, who was the older brother I never had. I lay a single yellow rose on his grave. 
                          
I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around, snappy.
                          
"Why are you still here?" I demand. "Go away. I don't want you here."  He looks at me, a sad smile on his face.
                          
"You don't want my sympathy. But I think you do want someone here. No one deserves to be alone. Not for this." He walks in a diffferent direction, I, intruiged and annoyed, follow. "I was going to visit later, but I guess I'll go now. Meet my brother Mr. DiAngelo." He gestures to the tombstone with the name Micheal Yew. "We were half brothers. Never really met our dad. But we knew each other. And that was enough."
                          
"For me too," I whisper. Solace glances at me. "She was the only person I had after our mother passed away. Our father wasn't around much." To my and his suprise, I lift an arm around his shoulder, wanting human contact. He hugs me gently back. As we hug in our lonelness, I feel the beginning of something. "By the way, my name is Nico DiAngelo." 
                          
"Nice to meet you Nico." 
                          
We stand together, hugging alone in the graveyard.