A/N:Please don't kill me *hides from the army now chasing her* everyone please put down your pens. I'm soooo sorry for the late update, I was surprise invited over by a primary school friend which kind of took up the whole of Saturday, and then homework and stuff. Btw, Whoohoo guys! More than ten people are following this story! Which is great!(for me). Well actually I'm not sure, since this is like my only fanfic.... but whatever. Anyway, thanks guys. I tried to make this one longer, but Writers block is being mean. Sorry, getting off track here. Some will be in Jason's POV, cause mixing it up and all, new 'perspective'(tbh I just felt like it...)Enjoy this chapter!

And, I forgot about Calypso, Rachael and Ella. So Calypso's dad Atlas is dead, Ella and Rachael are kids if Apollo. I went back and added them in if you want to see.

(Calypso lives with her mum Celeste (OC))

Jason's POV

I tried to reason with Nico. But I've said all I can, and you know me, I can't resist shipping cute couples.

Wait....what?

I'm turning into Piper.

I've been spending way too much time with her.

Don't get the wrong idea.

We are not getting back together.

I hate it when people just assume we are, and plan dates, practically pushing us together.

No, the only reason we spent so much time with each other is to pine after our crushes together.

Ones that will never like us.

Reyna, she...

Ever since Leo broke up with Calypso, she's been spending more, and more time with him.

And I don't normally assume things, but they spend a lot of time in their bedrooms together 'talking'

Like, fine, just rub it in my face, will you?

And with my friends, I have to act like my usual shipping self.

Yay, Leyna....not.

And Piper?

Annabeth....well, she....she has an on and off thing with Percy.

Piper says she'll never love anyone other than Annabeth, but Annabeth will never love anyone other than Percy.

I however know that Percy's gay, and I believe that will probably sort itself out in time.

But Nico and Percy?

I can kind of see it.

Percy, he just needs time to heal.

And maybe a Nico di Angelo.

Then, Percy can finally settle down, and my shipping side will be happy.

Ugh, I really am turning into Piper.

Percy's POV

I had only been at the club for an hour or so, and I could tell I was getting a bit tipsy.

I now knew why people loved clubbing so much.

There was something about the way you could just forget life and your problems, losing yourself among the tangle of hot, sweaty bodies.

I wanted to do this more often.

I mean, as much as I smoked, and tried to wear badass clothes, everyone still just thought I was a good little teachers pet.

It was infuriating!

I was not just some popular jerk, or some smart-alec, some straight A student.

(Haha, see what I did there?)

I hated it when people went and befriended me just for my looks.

My favourite song came on, and I jump around to the beat, climbing on top of a table to gain the crowds attention.

I could really relate to this song.

I can swear, I can joke

I say what's on my mind

If I drink, if I smoke

I keep up with the guys

And you see me holding up my middle finger to the world

Fuck your ribbons and your pearls

'Cause I'm not just a pretty boy

I'm more than just a picture

I'm a son and I'm a brother

Sometimes it's hard for me to show

That I'm more than just a rumor

Or a song on your computer

There's more to me than people know

Some days I'm broke, some days I'm rich

Some days I'm nice, some days I can be a bitch

Some days I'm strong, some days I quit

I don't let it show, but I've been through some shit

I can swear, I can joke

I say what's on my mind

If I drink, if I smoke

I keep up with the guys

And you see me holding up my middle finger to the world

Fuck your ribbons and your pearls

'Cause I'm not just a pretty boy

(Listen to this song guys it's Pretty Girl by Maggie Lindemann

Disclaimer: I do not own this song I just changed it from girl to boy to relate more to Percy)

Nico's POV

I watched Percy carefully from the sidelines, glaring at anyone who dared to come anywhere near him.

He was mine, and no one else could have him.

Ever.

By now I knew the alcohol must have been going to my head.

But Percy looked a lot more wasted than me.

When he first came in, he looked kind of hurt, upset, and very angry, but I could see that now he had forgotten about whatever was hurting him.

Geez, since when did I get so good at reading people.

Normally I came here to ogle by the sidelines, careful not to drink too much cause I didn't want to lose my virginity to a one night stand.

Nope, not happening.

But ogling Percy was much more fun, and Jason wasn't here to tease me about drooling over him.

Because when Percy was dancing, he was very drool-worthy.

Pretty Boy came on, and I tapped my right foot to the beat.

Turning back around from the bar, my eyes landed yet again, on Percy.

Who was currently standing on a table, swaying those hips in time to the music.

Did he know what he did to all the people in this club?

I swear, even some of the lesbian girls were eying him, probably thinking about how delicious he'd taste.

I was, at least.

I was torn between enjoying this moment, or storming over to take him off that table before someone got to him first.

In the end, jealousy at someone else taking him won over.

I pushed my way through the crowd, gradually making my way ove to the table Percy was dancing on.

Shame, to stop him, it was great to watch.

"Percy," I hissed

"Heeeyy, Neeekiipoo," he slurred, sounding way more drunk than I thought he was.

"Waannnaa come dance with me, come on, I know you want toooo," he said, swaying his hips seductively.

I gulped, staring as those legs that went on for miles slowly got closer.

Percy was walking across the table.

Towards me.

"Percy...um,"

"Whhaaat Neeks, don'tja wanna dance?"

I backed away from his kitten eyes of doom, trying to walk away.

Needless to say, I failed.

It was like there was some invisible force pulling me towards him, making me want to dance.

(in case you were wondering guys, this is because Percy can charmspeak, more charmlook, not because Nico's easily persuaded)

I stepped up onto the table (it was a large table, okay) and was immediately thrust forward, into Percy's arms.

He ground his hips into mine, and my face turned a dark shade of red.

I had a problem.

Quite a big problem too.

"Percy, um, I've kind of...got-" I let out a moan that was entirely inappropriate for in public.

"PERCY!" I shouted, finally coming to my senses.

"We need to leave," I said in a soft yet firm voice.

"But Neeeeeks," he whined

"It's not Bedtime yeeeet, Neekyyy, pwetty pwetty pwease,"

Dam those kitten eyes!

But this time I would not give in that easily.

"No Percy!"

"Buuuut-"

"No!" I hastily interrupted

"there are, um," I racked my brains for something to make him come home

"There are...Blue cookies waiting at home,"

I remembered Jason mentioning something about his obsession for blue food, especially cookies, so why not!

"BLUE COOKIES," he squealed jumping up and down

"...yeah, just come get in the car,"

"okay Neeks," he said obediently

Finally.

I swear, as much as kid-like drunk Percy was absolutely adorable and cute, he was also really hyperactive and getting on my nerves.

*Mini Timeskip cause I'm lazy as hell and can't be bothered writing a car trip*

The whole car trip, Percy kept pulling on my hair and whining 'Neeekyy' to get my attention.

So I, of course, thought it was really sweet and endearing.

"Where are the blue cookies?"

Oh no.

"I-um, have to bake them first, they'll be ready when you wake up," I said as brightly as I could manage.

"You promise?" He said, using the kitten-eyes-of-doom on me

"Yeah, I promise, after sleepy time,"

He pouted.

Pouted!

I so should have gotten a picture of it, for blackmail purposes.

The almighty Percy Jackson, pouting.

Why am I even crushing on this idiot?

Wait, no, never mind, don't answer that.

I already know why.

Because he's sweet, funny, smart, hot-

"Neeeeeeks, come tuck me in Neeks," I was stopped from continuing that line of thought by a tug on my hair.

I blushed, thinking of some other things I'd like to do to him in bed.

Tied down, naked, flushed, and sweating, about to come.

Geez Nico, way to make a sweet thing sound dirty.

I tucked him in and made my way to the kitchen to bake blue cookies.

Even if he wouldn't remember me promising to make them, I still felt obligated (obliged?) to make them, remembering the kitten-eyes-of-doom.

Good thing I still had blue die from that time Bianca wanted a dark blue cake with a moon in the centre for her friends Phoebe and Zoe.

They weren't here anymore, they were always travelling (or traveling if you prefer) with their leader, Artemis, had only stayed in one spot for a bit to recruit Bianca.

I preferred it that way, they reminded me too much of Bianca to be around.

I often wondered if that was why father avoided me.

He saw too much of his sister and wife in me, too many good times spent together.

It was true, I did have my mother's olive skin, and her eyes, but Bianca had looked more like her than me.

The blue cookies turned out better than I'd thought they would, and I went to bed satisfied that I had fulfilled my promise to Percy.

Sorry again for the late chapter, next time we have a hangover and very embarrassed Percy, waking up at Nico's house. I wonder what will happen next(I seriously do, this rubbish writes itself and I have no idea where it's going). Anyway, thanks for reading, you guys are the best and please comment/review if you can. If you guys want, I may or may not write a short one shot Percico/Nicercy for you and put it up. I'm still thinking but I have a sort-of idea. Tell me if you want this.

And I'm out! See you guys next time!

(Giving you all my blue cookies)