Nico

After the show here came my mother and my sister and Sally running over to Percy and myself. And they hugged the shit out of us.

I'm not complaining.

Anyways, they had moved over the six months into an actual house. 4 bedroom so somebody had to share a room aside the married people. Percys grandparents not living with them, either. Bianca already took over one of the rooms.

So Percy and myself got to share a room. Once again, I'm not complaining.

We never told anybody at camp about it. About us. There was never time for one. Three out of the six months he was in Tartarus. And there's 300 people there. It was busy and he led it all.

I still have to tell my mom I'm gay. Bianca knee. She figured it out not long before we were brought to camp and at camp she knew I thought Percy was cute.

Well I didn't have to do it. I was going to that night and Bianca and my mother were talking. Percy talking with Paul about something or another.

"Can I ask you something?" Bianca started off. Which worried me.

"Always." She told her daughter. "What's up?"

"Well." She said. " If either Nico or myself had fallen under either like gay or transgender or any of that stuff... How would you take it?"

"Well you're my kids." She said. "I'd love both of you all the same, you know what. Why do you ask?"

And she told her that I was gay.

Like I was going to, but okay.

"How do you know this?" Of course Mom asks.

When she was a ghost, Bianca knew I liked Percy. She told me I didn't hate him. Like I was trying to. She made me kind of realize I was gay but even more accept it.

Bianca explained a few other things and then my mother I swear. For being from the early 1900s I just...

"After all, I am pansexual."

Nearly took a spit take there. Nearly.

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Percy

Hadn't even brought it up yet.

It was Pauls and my night to cook dinner and we always end up talking about odd things.

But I never knew he had a brother.

Because his brother showed up. With another man and a little girl.

I was confused at first. I wasn't at the wedding. That was of course the day Hera hijacked me into California. So I don't know most of his family.

"I'll be right back." Paul told me, stepping out of the room and the girl runs up to him.

"Uncke Paul!" She's like 3 or so. 2 or 3 so this was adorable to see. "Uncke Paul guess what?"

"What?" Paul asked, sounding excited.

"I started school!"

I smiled at the sight of Paul with the little girl who I guess was his niece. It always makes me wonder. Why Paul and my mom never had a kid. Theyd be great at it. My mom was awesome raising me and Pauls an awesome step-dad, so.

I wouldn't doubt they would when I moved out. A lot easier that way. Worry about one kid at a time.

His brother, Patrick, was openly gay and engaged.

To my second grade homeroom teacher.

Yeah.

He didn't recognize me what so ever. He had also been informed about my death I guess.

"I don't remember a second kid." He comments. Seeing me and Paul in the kitchen making food.

"I only have the one." My mother assured him. "Percy."

"I thought he died a few months backs." Patrick commented. "The funeral was last minute, we missed it."

"So did we." My mom answered. "Long story. He showed up earlier today."

My mom does know I am gay. Which us why she got so confused about Annabeth and I had to explain that I was one, payed $300 to go out with her for like a day. And she took it all the wrong way and we didn't do jack shit together like a couple would. I kept it as brother sister as I could.

She nearly backwards raped me one night. I couldn't do shit and thank the gods Hedge heard me screaming when nobody else really listened. They assumed we were having sexy time and wanted it to have it last, right?

At least she didn't take my virginity. Almost did. But she didn't.

Pauls brother is very religious. It took us forever to convince Paul that the gods were real. He wasn't fully sure until he met my dad in person on my 15th birthday. They grew up very religious. So they take five minutes for pray.

That's enough time to have a conversation with my dad. How long they typically are with him.

So that's what I do. He usually doesn't answer. But sometimes. He has Tyson, so my dad does get busy.

Hey, Dad. I started of like usual. It's just me. I'm not dead. So you're not insane, don't worry. But I was just wondering if sometime soon here you would be able to come out or I could come visit you for a day? I need to talk to you about something and I need to tell it to your face. Not through this or a letter.

After a few seconds.

I thought it had been a while. First time in almost a year I've heard his voice. I knew you weren't dead, Percy. I know you better than to believe that. Tyson has been pretty anxious to see you though, lately. We could swing by tomorrow around noon if that would work. I know camp finished your schooling so you no longer have to attend high school. Would that time work? I figure you do have dinner to eat.

Uh, yeah. I told my father. That'll work perfectly. Nobody else will be here, so.

Then it's a plan. He settled. I will see you tomorrow, Perseus.

Another minute went by and we started eating. Suddenly I was really excited to see my dad and my brother and be able to speak with them.