When I Don't Remember You (Percico)

Chapter Eight: Some Sunny Day

Percy Jackson

The sleepover went well, although it was a little awkward at first when we were figuring out sleeping arrangements before we ended up accidentally falling asleep (or, I fell asleep on top of Nico) while watching Up because Up is a classic that Nico needs to know.

He didn't wake me up, though, which was very sweet because we we're on my bed anyways.

An anxiety dream ended up waking me up, though, which is different than the usual demigod dream doing it.

The dream? About me making up the idea that my parents are on a honeymoon right now and that they actually died in the war and I just haven't processed it so when I got called to arrange their funeral stuff I thought they died on a plane or something and yeah.

Sitting up and looking at the time, seeing Nico out cold in bed, I walked out to the living room because what if it was a demigod dream and not an anxiety dream and they are dead, you know?

I don't know..that's why I grabbed the landline and dialed my mom's number, holding my breath in anticipation as I could feel my anxiety rising.

What if they already gave somebody else her number?

And then it rang.

What if her phone got destroyed?

And it kept ringing.

She almost always picks up on the second ring.

"Hello? Percy?"

Her voice subdued my anxiety, though, and let me take another breath.

She's alive.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" But being in the  right now I believe, she almost has to be aware of the time difference from there to here. It's at least 5 hours, I think, so it's around 8 or 9 there. "It's very late, is it not? Did something happen? Do we have to come home?"

"Hi!" I said, letting out another breath as I seemed to hold onto the one I had finally taken when she started talking and sounding worried. "And everything's okay, I promise. Sorry, I just like... Had a weird dream and I don't think it was a demigod dream but I wanted to make sure you were okay. I tried going back to bed but my brain wouldn't let me until I knew for sure. Please enjoy the last couple days of your honeymoon, don't come home for a weird dream I had. Sorry to like, make you worry, just... Yeah. I'm okay, nothing has happened, my brain just makes up really realistic dreams."

"Oh, okay!" Mom responded, seeming now less worried, which was good. "Well if anything happens, please don't hesitate to tell us, okay? We'll be back soon, and if you need anything more urgent than what we can do, the Dares and even Chiron or your Dad are always there!"

And I could agree to the first one and sort of to the second (depending on the situation), but my dad was a joke.

"I know, I'll let you know if anything happens," I tried to reassure her as if I wasn't suicidal earlier today and most of this week, which is maybe something I should've called them about but I didn't. "I'm going to try to sleep again, though, so go be gross with your husband."

"Get some sleep, sweetie," she returned. "Love you."

"Love you, too, Mom.

And that was it, that was the conversation.

It left me unable to move for a bit, which I figured was fine, but after a bit Nico actually came out, looking tired along with a mix of confused and worried.

"Hm... Oh, hey, you are out here," my date voiced aloud as he walked over to where I was and crouched down to be at the same level as me, moving some hair from my face.