I will give you a cue as to when to listen to the song

I feel bad, I've left you guys for sooooo long but I'm back, and I'm here to stay! I was going to update on the weekend, I had like an hour and a half set aside but I am making a Percy Jackson costume and I hadn't realised how hard it was to make clay beads. One more week of school until the holidays (where I live), so YAAAAAY ME I'VE ALMOST SURVIVED THREE TERMS OF THE SCHOOL YEAR! YEEEEESSSSS!

Here's the chapter!

Percy's POV

Mh. I never want to move ever again, I thought.

I would've stayed there my whole entire life, if not for one thing.

It feels nothing like my bed at home

I jolted upright, now fully awake.

What happened? I can't remember what I was doing last.

My memory's gone all fuzzy.

I remember...going to a club, dancing, and...Nico? I don't know what about him, but I think he was there.

Nico...mmm, he's hot...

Not now, brain, focus!

It's my ADHD, I'm always getting off topic.

Now, the bed, whose bed is it?

Time to find out.

I tiptoed downstairs, wincing whenever one of them made a particularly loud creaking noise.

My nose lead me to the kitchen, and when I got there, I squealed loudly.

Blue cookies!

Whoever they are, they must know me quite well.

I grabbed a cookie, munching on it happily while I made my way to what I assumed was the master bedroom.

A person lay in the bed, looking very content, and wearing adorable black pj's with skulls and crosses covering them. He looked so tranquil, so peaceful, so......unlike Nico.

I shrieked, immediately waking up Nico.

"Wha?"

"Percy? Why are you waking me up at such an ungodly hour,"

"...it's 12:00pm. But that's not the point. How did I get here? What happened last night?"

"You don't remember anything?"

"No. Well not much. Just going to a club and dancing. But I feel terrible. My head hurts, I can hardly stand, and I feel sick,"

"Poor baby," Nico mocked me

"Can't handle your alcohol very well can you?"

I glared at him.

"It's no laughing matter. I seriously feel-"

I hurled all over the floor, trying my best to avoid Nico and his bed.

Oh no.

That was gross, Nico's probably disgusted by me.

And I still smell like alcohol. Great. Even better.

"Percy, you ate a cookie, didn't you," he chided gently

"I'll get something that'll help with that,"

"What?"

"Just some honey-lemon ginger tea. It's always cured the nausea part of the hangover for me."

"Oh. Cool."

"Now you, you, will get some rest," he said sternly

"Yes, sir," I said, trying to mock him, but only succeeding in making him blush.

Ohhhh, he's turned on by that kind of stuff?

I never guessed he'd be into BDSM, but it's always the shy ones, the quiet ones that are the most dominant and commanding in bed...

We'll have some fun with that, once I make him mine.

Whoa, hold up there Percy.

Meh, I'll just have to seduce him with my charm and good looks.

Yeah, like that'll work, he's way too good to ever want to be with you.

Nico came back in with a mug, and I pretended to be asleep.

He gently shook my shoulder.

"Perce, your tea,"

"Mh,"

"Per-errce, wake up,"

I groaned, and sat up, but made no attempt to reach for the tea.

"Um...Perce, are you going to...can I," he put the mug in front of my face, gesturing to my hand, which was still underneath the doona cover

"Well, go ahead," I said, purposely misinterpreting him

He hesitantly put the cup up to my lips, and tilted it slightly so that warm tea poured down my throat.

I held up a hand in the universal sign to stop, and he placed the cup on the bedside table next to me.

"It's good to see you like this," He said, finally breaking the silence.

"Oh, I'm sure it is," I replied, smirking

"You've got me just where you want me, in your bed,"

If he had been drinking tea, he would have spit it out.

"Th-that, that's n-not true," he spluttered indignantly

"Relax, relax, I was joking, why is it good to see me like this?"

Nico's POV

"You just look so...comfortable here, like you're not afraid to say what you're thinking, like you can just be...yourself, and that's enough,"

After I'd finished speaking, he immediately tensed up.

"I'm comfortable at school, so you should see me like that all the time," he said, once again putting up his walls, guarding his secrets.

I sighed.

Why won't he let me in? Why can't he just trust me.

Because his trust had been broken too many times before, said the whisper in my head.

Because he's lost too much and is afraid to lose you too.

Because he thinks you will leave once you see the weight of his emotional baggage.

"Percy. Do not lie to me. I know I don't know you all that well, but if you don't want me to know, then just say I don't want to tell you."

"But-"

"No. Not another lie. Unless it's the truth, I do not want to hear it. I know you're hiding something, Percy, I know you're afraid someone will find out, but you don't have to lie here, Percy. You're safe."

I realised I had been looking down at my bed the whole time, afraid he would get mad at me, so I looked up.

Straight into into his eyes.

(Stop. Stop reading RIGHT NOW and listen to The song at the top while reading this bit,because I think the song really matches this moment)

His blue-green eyes, that were now more blue than normal, and swirling with tears.

They leaked out of his eyes and made silent trails down his face.

I stared at him, shocked.

Out of all the reactions that had run through my head, that was not one of them.

I quickly went over to him and put my arms around him as the sobs racked his body.

"shh, it's alright, you don't have to tell me, you're fine,"

He sniffled, and wiped the tears away from his eyes, not making eye-contact with me.

"I-I'm sorry. I...I just needed to...let that out,"

"...This may sound hypocritical, cliche, and dumb, but...do you want to him talk about it?"

"Life's been good, these days. Though I have secrets that only some of my closest friends know, and some secrets no one knows, life's been going pretty well. Frankly, Nico, I won't share my secrets with you until I get to know you better, and you tell me some of yours, but I will tell you why I let it out just then."

You don't even know him that well. You're barely friends. It shouldn't hurt this much that he doesn't trust you.

"It's weird, I know, but strange things have been happening to me lately. Not strange like: Oh, look I found a t-shirt from ten years ago, that's strange. More like when I get mad toilets plumbing starts behaving weird, and I swim I'm inhumanly fast."

I tried to hide my surprise, and calm myself down.

It's probably just a coincidence. Don't get excited.

"How old are you?"

"I turned 16 a few months ago or so. Why?"

I'm going to slap whoever his 'godly' parent is. Hard. I am going to slap them so hard.

How could they not explain it? He looks terrified but f what's happening to him.

Who is his 'godly' parent, actually?

Exploding toilets? Fast swimming?

Poseidon?!

He's one of the 'big three'!

Well, so is my parent, Hades.

Still! Poseidon has hardly any children,

Now that I think about it, it's so obvious I could slap myself.

The lean, almost muscular swimmers build.

The sun-kissed skin, that looked like he lived at the beach.

The messy, windswept, raven-black hair.

And the eyes. The stormy sea-green eyes, turning different shades of blue and green depending on his mood.

Everything about him screams Poseidon.

How did I not see the resemblance?

You were too busy dreaming about him lying underneath you, sprawled on your bed....

Nope. Not going there.

How am I going to tell him?

I will have the promised oneshot up in maybe a few weeks, but I'm still not really sure of the storyline... Sorry if there are lots of mistakes, I was writing this during French class, and so I was saying the French verbs, like: Nico came back in- Je suis- and I- Tu es-pretended to-il est-be asleep-elle est, so yeah... funny story, at one point I was writing, and he said: 'my name' wants to have a go at reading it out! And I was writing, so I was like: What!? I mean um, what am I reading out? Him: moi Me: *scrambling to find the French booklet on my ipad* Moi, Toi...

Sorry, you probably don't want to hear about my life...

All the thoughts were in present tense, italics, in case you didn't notice. Tell me if you didn't like it, because otherwise I'm going to keep doing it, it makes it easier.

Also, if you want to see my Percy Jackson costume taking shape, I will put the pictures in one of my works called 'My Attempt at making a Percy Jackson costume'

Bye!