HOO & PJO One-Shots

Jasico

Jasico

Nico's P.O.V

The plane ticket weighed heavier than ever on my conflicted mind. It gave me the opportunity to finally learn who I was, but the downside would be leaving my boyfriend of two years. Trust has never been an issue in our relationship, so I wasn't concerned about his loyalty, it was far more complicated than that. I would have left quite happily if wasn't wasn't for the date that my flight fell on. The third of October. In other words, it was our anniversary of when he asked me to be his. After Jason's mother left his family, I knew Jason hated losing people, but it would be so much worse if it was on our anniversary.

On the other hand, if I didn't go, I would never find out if I had any other relatives. I would never learn the story of how my mother ended up in America. Most importantly, I would never know who I really am. Getting this plane ticket from Zeus was like getting a free pass to a concert; it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

I picked up the porcelain mug and poured the last little bits of my hot chocolate into my mouth. It had cooled dramatically since I'd purchased it an hour ago, but that was to be expected. Nothing stays the same forever.

Looking across the small cafe, I began to make up stories about the other occupants, after all it wasn't like it was a normal thing to go to a cafe at three in the morning. I felt myself smile as I decided that the girl at the table in the far corner had just gotten engaged. The ring on her finger made it all the easier to find justification in my guesses. At first, I'd assumed she'd broken up with her lover, but as another young lady walked in, I saw her face light up like the Olympic torch. I looked away when the couple began kissing, not wanting to invade their privacy. My gaze fell on an older gentleman sitting by himself at a table by the back door. His eyes were bloodshot and he held a couple of crumpled tissues in his left hand. When I looked closer, I saw the fabric around his knees was coated in mud. After looking him over a few times, I decided that he had just been to his wife's grave. It was most likely the anniversary of her death, as I picked up by the locket lying open on the table.

I allowed my eyes to drift across the room until I found the last occupant. He was young, I'd say around sixteen, and he wore black skinny jeans with holes in them. My admiration for his taste in clothing continued to grow as I noticed his scuffed up converse. At first glance, this kid looked exactly how I've always wanted to look. His clear skin radiated with pure confidence, something I'd never really mastered. As I began to look closer, I noticed the dark bags under his eyes, reminding me of my teenage years. Back then I'd thought that it wasn't alright to be who I am, so I hid in baggy clothing and never looked at anything for too long. Now that I'm twenty three, I realize that hiding myself just wasn't worth it. I felt like I lost a lot more than the seventy years of my life that had been stolen from me. Sneaking through life wasn't really living, and I suspect this boy was having some problems of his own. After not being able to put my finger on his particular problem, I tried to inspect what he'd ordered. I took in the six cups, sitting empty in the table and found my answer. Insomniac. Being unable to sleep had also plagued me in the past, although my problems were more to do with my time in Tartarus. Maybe later I'd go over and suggest some of the things that helped me cope with lack of sleep, although I could see he already knew about the caffeine trick.

As the boy's eyes fluttered closed, I returned my gaze to my empty cup. I allowed my thoughts to drift to the first occupant I'd seen. She was young, and so full of life, probably hadn't ever had her heart broken before. It was refreshing to see someone to untainted by today's society.

The second occupant's story soon stumbled into my mind. It was heartbreaking to see so much pain, but at the same time, it was amazing to see the raw passion he held for his wife. For him to go through the effort of visiting her and crying over her in public shows just how important he truly was to him.

Lastly, the insomniac's story filled my thoughts. Here he was, in some small cafe at three a.m drinking coffee until he managed to pass out. Not quite what was supposed to happened, but at least he was getting some rest. It made me realize just how strong he had to have been to have to deal with what he'd been dealt.

The more I thought about their stories the more I realized that my problem wasn't all that different. Just as the first occupant was in love, so was I. And just as the second was holding onto his love, I was trying to do the same with Jason. Finally, I figured out that the effort that the insomniac was putting in to try to deal with his insomnia, would be the same effort I'd have to put in if I decided to leave Jason for who knows how long.

With a grin, I picked up my phone. It rang three times before a groggy voice filled my ears. "Hello?"

"Hey, Jace, it's Nico." I replied, slightly distracted by such a delicious voice.

"It's three in the morning, what's wrong?" Jason's worried voice spilled through the speaker.

I took a deep breath before replying. "I made my decision."

"So, how long do you think you'll be gone?" The amount of defeat in his voice almost brought me to tears.

"I think it will take me ten minutes to walk home, but I'm not planning on leaving after that."

"No, I don't mean tonight, I'm asking about the trip." Jason's voice seemed to have lost its grogginess.

I smiled. "What trip?" And with that I tore the plane ticket it half before tucking it under my empty cup and leaving the cafe.

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So there's a cute jasico oneshot that ended differently than I'd originally planned. Haha :)

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