A/N: Yes, yes another story

Yes, yes another Thalico story.

Eh, I can't brace myself.

Yeah...so

Thanks Lightning-AND'Death for being my awesome beta.

And for doing the cover, I truly love it.

Full summary:

Thalia Grace think that Fates really hate her.

After she lost her best friend to the music industry and discover few years later that he just dissapeared, her mother died.

Her lucky stars however decide to step in and give her fame.

Happy ever after?Not.

Thalia discover that the fame isn't exactly as marvelous as it seems seen from outside, yet she can't just stop being famous.

When she leaves for a concert in Moscow, she's involved in a plane crash.

She wake up in a hospital room with a blank memory and a stranger by her side.

She is in a foreign coutry, without knowing the language and with no memory.

Luckily, her saviour help her again and say she can stay with him till she gets her memory back.

But why does the black haired boy make her to feel so comforable and familiar...like they somehow knew each other?And why does the blue eyed girl seem so familiar to him?

Disclaimer:I'm a girl 'nuff said

Chapter 1

Big News

Thalia POV

'So if Germany is there, then that's Berlin and if Berlin is here, that's Oslo, because they are next to each other….er no that was the sprouts…um Bruxelles that's it. Bleach, I hate the Brussels sprouts, but back to the damn homework, so Bruxelles is in Denmark, wait no, that Cope…gaga something, Bruxelles is in Netherlands, yeah…no there was something with gaga naga raga…Haga! Then, um…Bruxelles in Belgium, but if that's Belgium that's Poland?' I thought while I was scrawling the notes over my blank map.

'And there's Moscow and that's Prada, no Praga and Helsi….kiki there and Lisamona, Lindabona….Mona Lisa?'

"Ugh!" I screamed in irritation, smashing my forehead against my (okay my parents, but that makes it mine as well) backyard's grass. I was surrounded by my geography textbooks, some pencils and the damn blank map of Europe that we must write. For what the hell will we ever use those things? Who wants to know where's Copynaga or Mona Lisa anyway?

I didn't get my answer because my lovely monologue was brutally cut off by a scream.

"Thalia!Thaliaaaaa!Tha-li-aaaa!Thals!Tha-liaaaaaaa !Thalulilaliaaaa!"

My best friend, Nico, was literally jumping-running to me, screaming my name in different voices. He looked like a deer in the lights.

"What did you smoke?"I asked him when he came next to me, excitement reading on his face.

"Huh? I never smoked anything in all my life" His excitement automatically changed into confusion.

"Damn! I was still hoping you're not crazy. Guess I need to call the State Mental Hospital." I said nonchalantly

"Haha, very funny Thalia." Nico said, a frown settled on his lips, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes at me "The actual reason of my happiness is that!" He said taking out a calling card and putting it so close to my face that I needed to cross my eyes to see what it wrote. Instead, I jerked it out of his hand.

Charon Ferryman

Manager, DOA Records Studios

1-(213)-385-1111

My jaw dropped.

"Is it what I think it is?" I asked, bewildered as my eyes stared at the glorious piece of paper in astonishment.

"Oh yeah, it is." Nico said in a smug tone, although, you can tell he was still dazed from the news.

I took a deep breath.

"Let me get this stright:Did you got an offer to a contract with DOA Records Studios?!" I asked, processing all of this information- or at least tried.

"Yes!"

I grabbed his hand and pull him down next to me, on the grass.

"Spit it out!The whole story." I ordered, inching forward in curiousity.

"So, you know that I kinda broke my old guitar…."

"Moron" I coughed theatrically, rolling my eyes to match.

He gave me a short glare and I gave him a smirk in return.

"Oh shut up. Back to the story, I went to the shop and Bianca suggested me to play a little so that's what I did. And, that's when a dude in a white suit came to us and I'd be honest, I lost him after he said he's Charon Ferryman from DOA. And, after he finished his rant, he gave me his calling card and told me to call him if I decide I want a contract with DOA."

"So Charon Ferryman was randomly taking a walk in a music store in Jersey and he accidentally heard you playing guitar and he offered you a contract?" I asked, still surprised by the unexpected-ish(hey, it's a word, created by moi!) of the situation.

He put an arm around my shoulders

"That's the Fate, Thalia my dear." He said in a loud whisper, attempting to sound mysterious and ominous.

I rolled my eyes, slightly amused.

"Well mister I'm –gonna-be-famous, did you talked with your parents?"I asked raising my eyebrows.

He facepalmed.

"Dang, gotta' go" He said and got up fast and start to run down the lawn.

"Don't forget to give me a first-row ticket for your first show" I screamed after him.

"I'm gonna give you a VIP pass card too." He screamed over his shoulder.

I chuckled and went back to my stupid geography homework.

[line break, right?]

"Move, yo' I'm passing, get the hell outta my way, excuse you, you stayed in my way!"

Yeah, that's what I call 'Thalia's polite way to move through the crowd of people from JFK Airport'

You wouldn't be any more mannered if you were in my place.I looked around worried hoping I wasn't late.

That's when I spotted the person I was looking for.

"Nico! Nico!" I screamed, frantically waving at him while I shove people out of my way.

He turned around exactly one second before I throwed myself in his arms. I think I scared him a little, it's out of character for me to give hugs.

Slowly , he hugged me back.

"Don't forget about me, okay?" I mumbled, my face buried in his shoulder.

Whoa , I'm sentimental today.

"I don't intend to." He said, hugging me even tighter.

I feel my eyes piercing.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm not crying.

Yes, you are and it's because your best friend since you were three years old is leaving for the other side of U.S.A.

Ugh I hate when I'm right.

"Thals?" Nico asked, breaking the hug and lifting my chin.

He wiped away a tear that was rolling down my cheek.

"Don't you dare to cry."

I looked up at him.

"That's not the strong Thalia I last time you cried was when you broke your shoulder and the doctor had to fix it back in ended up healing two patients, honestly I was afraid of your grip since then."

I burst out laughing at the memory. I wiped away the tears and smiled.

"Who's your awesome best friend that always know how to make you laugh?" He teased, shoving his ear near my face so he could hear better.

"A moron named Nico di Angelo!" I screamed putting my hands around my mouth to increase the echo effect.

"Ouch, I think you just made me deaf" He said covering his right ear, earning weird glances from the event that was courtesy of me.

"Aw shame! Now your career in music is ruined."I said, faking a gasp

"And that would be just your fault, evil lady!" He continued the charade in a dramatic tone

We both burst out laughing, making people give us funny looks.

"So we'll keep in touch, right?"I asked

"Hell yes! Like, I'm gonna stop talking to my best friend." Nico said smiling, though you can see the meekly smile itching to break out.

Flight 577 for Los Angeles is now boarding Zone B

"Rock California for me" I said, giving him a last quick hug.

"I'm gonna rock all the U.S.A for you, Thals." He said and did something unexpected: He kissed my cheek.

I was still dazzled , my cheek tingling from my best friend's touch while I was watching how he took his luggage and went through the gate

He waved me and I replayed the gesture before he got out of my sight.

I sighed.

I looked at my wrist; my silver bracelet Aegis, how I named it. It was Nico's gift for me when I turned 10. I think since then, I wore it like, every day. I took a last look at the gate where Nico went and left.

And even with all the promises that we'll keep in touch, I wasn't able to stop that weird feeling that something is going to go wrong.

*one month later*

'…with his first hit coming in top ten in just a week and all his charm on girls, we can honestly say that Nico di Angelo is the next big thing in music. Now we continue with….'

I closed the TV and threw the remote on the couch. I took out my phone from my pocket and open the agenda while I was cuddling with my bean bag.

"Charm on girls? You? Haha, what were you doing in LA, naughty boy?xD JK congrats on the top ten"

I smirked while I pressed send. I didn't even had the time to lift my math textbook to learn for the test next week when my phone vibed.

'You have a new message

From:Nico'

'Eww Thals get your mind out of the gutter! I had that mini-concert thingie and the place was full of girls.

Aparently, I'm 'the definition of tall dark and handsome' and 'hot bad boy' and trust me there were some really nasty things I'd rather not quote about, for the sake of your sanity. And thanks'

I laughed

'Aw you care about my sanity. I feel flattered. And you're welcome. So how did you manage to write a song, record it and film the music video in a month?'

After a minute my phone buzzed again.

'The song was already written, er…I kinda wrote it like a year ago. The recording wasn't lasting so long. And please, don't remind me about the music video

Charon insisted to finish it very fast. I didn't sleep for a whole fucking day!'

'You wrote songs before and never told me?!Why?*gasp* Nico di Angelo hadn't slept a whole day?The end of the world is coming!'

'I thought you would laugh at me. Plus I didn't know I'm that good. Oh shut up, you're not any better -.-'

'I wouldn't! Okay, if you were lame I would, but you're obviously damn good;True, true.'

'Well thank you. I am, right?*flips hair*'

'The fame already blurred your mind?'

'Neah, is just me. Whoop, hey Thals gtg, ttyl.'

'Kk'

I sent the message and put my phone apart.

Apparently my bad feeling was stupid.

*3 months later*

'Merry Christmas Nico! Thanks for the necklace, I love it. So, I heard you're not coming back here for Christmas'

'To you too .Nop, Bianca, mom and dad are coming here.'

'Shame, I didn't see you in a long time. And no, the TV doesn't count'

'Maybe I'm gonna come for the spring break.'

'You better'

'Promise'

I kept in touch, right? We text like, every day. Nico kept his promise, he's gonna keep that promise too, I'm sure.

* 2 months later*

'Are Nico and Tiffany a couple? The two 'angels' surprised us by way too friendly poses. Could it….'

I turned off the TV without a second thought. I don't need to see more of that bullshit. I took my phone from the nightstand near my bed and started texting.

'So you and the Victoria's Secret model?'

I sent the message and stare at the screen 'till it vibed; a sign that I received my answer.

'Oh hell no!Don't listen to that bullshit. All lies.'

I let out a relief sigh.

Why am I so relieved, anyway? Right, he's my best friend.

'So….what's up?We kinda didn't talked in awhile.'

'Nothing much. Er….Thals I need to go, I have an interview, but I'll text you as soon as I can.'

I felt my heart aching. But, instead of telling him all that was on my mind, about how I feel our friendship was starting to crack and falter, I just texted fine.

One more chance.

*2 months later*

I was staring at my phone, waiting for the text. Seriously, I start to think that I'm turning desperate. I let out a sigh.

Okay Thalia chill there, Nico called you last time when he promised. It was a week later. But, at least he called. Promise keeper, that's what matter. My thoughts were interrupted by the phone. I answered in the next second:

"Hey!" I said in cheery tone, feeling like a rock just lifted off my shoulders.

"Um….hey Thals" Nico's voice ranged through the phone.

Hm….looks like his voice became deeper. Well that's what I get if I'm only talking to him through texts.

"So, when are you coming?" I asked, a smile fitting on my lips as I waited for an answer.

"Um…about that" I felt my stomach tighten and turn into knots as my fist balled up and my eyes were clouded with despair, anger, betrayal, and misery. "I can't come, something came in the way, but we can still talk, I mean…"

"Yeah, I get it, being famous and too good for your old friends occurred. Bye Nico!" I closed the phone and threw it away, not waiting for an answer. I realized I was seething and tears were marking my eyes as I willed them to stay put. I growled, feeling completely betrayed.

"That….moron…how….dare….he…..forget….about…..every thing!"I screamed, annoyed while I was breaking something with every word.

I just fell down with my back pressed against a wall.

So damn unfair!

*one week later*

I rolled on the other side and rolled back.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed, clearly annoyed and put my pillow over my head.

Last week was not at all my cup of tea-or coffee in my case.

Not at all. I wasn't able to sleep at all! I was going to bed thinking 'I'm not gonna let it bother me.' Then the impossible happened, clearly going against all my wishes and yes, it bothered me as fuck.

I sighed and I pushed the pillow off my face. I got up and open the drawer from my nightstand. I pulled out an album. I opened it and smiled a little when I noticed the photo on the first page.

It was me and Nico when we were three. I think it was a day after we met for the first time. I started to turn over the pages: Nico and me playing, Nico and I in kindergarten, Nico and I at each other birthdays,Nico and me on holidays together, Nico and me when we started school, Nico and I…every little thing.I smiled more and more with every page I turned.I looked at at the last page. It was a set of pictures that me and Nico took in one of those photo cabins at the fair. I laughed at the silly face we were making. My laugh died eventually and I start to feel….bad. Like, really bad. The guilt started to take over me and I wanted to punch myself for my over-reaction.

I took my phone, searched for Nico's number and press call. The phone ranged a few times then entered the voicemail. I closed the phone and frowned. I don't want to talk to a damn voicemail. I tried to call again. This time he dealt the call. Okay, maybe he's busy. I waited for 15 minutes and called again. He dealt the call again. I waited another 5 minutes and called again

"Come on Nico, answer!" I mumbled, wishing on my lucky stars.

My call was answered, but not by the right person

"The number that you called is no longer in use. For more…."

I pressed close call and I let my phone drop from my hand. I felt my eyes pierce and in the next second, tears were rolling down my cheeks.

Why would he do that? Don't answer my call, after he dealt it and after….changing his number.I glared at nothing in particular. I felt the anger filling me again. I was that annoyed. I was his friend for 12 years and he doesn't have the decency to tell me he doesn't want me as his friend anymore? I snatched the album and threw it in the trash bin near my closet. My tears turned into sobs. I dropped back and hid my face into my pillow.

'Nico di Angelo is as good as dead by now' I thought before I cried myself to sleep.

A/N: Yes sad.

Heads up folks, the sun is coming out.

Well...not really.

Here's 2 AM.

Whatever, so...

Anybody who review/favorite/follow will get cookies.

And Nico will tell you that he loves you.

And if you're a boy, Thalia will do the same thing.

*Nico and Thalia glaring*

Me:Back into the closet!