Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)

We Go Surfing in a Love Ride

Character Information:
(Y/N): Your Name
(L/N): Last Name
(H/C): Hair Color
(E/C): Eye Color
(H/L): Hair Length
(S/C): Skin Color
(F/C): Favorite Color
(F/F): Favorite Food
(F/D): Favorite Drink

Percy's POV

The next afternoon, June 14, seven days before the solstice, our train rolled into Denver. We hadn't eaten since the night before in the dining car, somewhere in Kansas. We hadn't taken a shower since Half-Blood Hill, and I was sure that was obvious.

I heard (Y/N)'s stomach rumble. He clutched it and groaned dramatically. "This is it. I'm going to officially die."

Grover nodded. "Me too." He spotted a tin can on the ground. "Oh! Never mind." He quickly grabbed it, ate it, and sighed in relief. "Now, that was delicious."

(Y/N) groaned. "I'm actually considering eating a tin can, I'm so hungry."

"You should. They're scrumptious," Grover said, nodding his head.

"Can you stop?" Annabeth made an annoyed look.

"I can't believe we ate all of the food we stole from Medusa." (Y/N) shook his head.

I felt my stomach growl. "Grover, is there another tin can around here?"

"Okay, enough. Percy, let's try to contact Chiron," Annabeth said. "I want to tell him about your talk with the river spirit."

"We can't use phones, right?"

"I'm not talking about phones."

We wandered through downtown for about half an hour, following Annabeth. We found an empty do-it yourself car wash.

We veered toward the stall farthest from the street, keeping our eyes open for patrol cars. We were four adolescents hanging out at a car wash without a car: any cop worth high doughnuts would figure we were up to no good.

"What exactly are we doing?" I asked, as Grover took out the spray gun.

"It's seventy-five cents," he grumbled. "I've only got two quarters left. Annabeth?"

"Don't look at me," she said. "The dining car wiped me out."

(Y/N) rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a penny. He sighed. "My life is woe."

I fished out the last bit of change and passed Grover a quarter.

"Excellent," Grover said.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

He fed in the quarters and set the knob to FINE MIST. "I-M'ing."

"Instant messaging?"

"Iris-messaging," (Y/N) corrected. "The rainbow goddess is the messenger of the gods and carries all of their messages."

"If you know how to ask, and she's not too busy, she'll do the same for half-bloods," Annabeth added.

"You summon the goddess with a spray gun?"

Grover pointed the nozzle in the air and water hissed out in a thick mist. "Unless you know an easier way to make a rainbow."

Sure enough, late afternoon light filtered through the vapor and broke into colors.

(Y/N) looked at it. "Now all we need is a drachma."

I pulled one out of my pocket. "From Medusa's place."

Annabeth held out her hand, and I gave it to her.

(Y/N) scooted away from us. "If we're going to talk to Chiron, I probably shouldn't show myself."