Woo hoo, yee hoo Woo hoo, yee hoo Woo hoo, yee hoo Woo hoo, yee hoo

If I could escape I would, but first of all let me say I must apologize for acting, stinking, treating you this way 'Cause I've been acting like sour milk all on the floor It's your fault you didn't shut the refrigerator Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold

Nico di Angelo.

He stayed in your memory as a little nine year old boy, a tiny energetic bundle of joy who constantly ran around, bumping into campers and asking them random irrelevant questions, offering them to play Mythomagic with them.

Oh, how he loved his first Capture The Flag.

You two were on the same team back then, as you remembered that quite clearly. Your team didn't win that day, but that didn't bother him.

Eventually, he saw a close friend in you — probably because he was still young and innocent, or maybe you were a tad more friendlier than anyone else.

Anyways, you weren't much older than him — a little less than two years gap. He loved being your friend. He'd constantly tag along, laughing and trying to teach you how to play Mythomagic.

He was such a child. Before Bianca's death. They say a year can't change a person much.

Whoever said that was wrong.

Nico di Angelo.

The little boy you once knew was not even a shadow of who he was now.

Your last memory of him was the day he ran away. His face then stayed forever in your mind, inscripted clearly before your eyes — he promised he'd show you the exclusive stack of Mythomagic cards he had before he went to that conversation with Percy.

You haven't seen him since.

And now, three years later, he was back.

And now, looking into those dark brown eyes — so much darker than you remembered them the last time — and wondered how could life turn such a boy into who he was now.

He was acting a little distant — almost as if he wanted to forget all the things you two had before.

And as always now, he avoided your gaze, pretending to be very interested in picking strawberries from the Fields.