(Fem.) Percy meets Spidey

Interlude

"Are you sure you want to go back home?" Peter asked. "May will probably let you crash on the couch if you want to avoid your mom."

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Not for the first time, I found myself wishing I hadn't cut it. "She'll flip even more when I slip up and tell her I spent the night here instead. It'll be better to deal with it now then later. Uh, thanks for the offer though. Appreciate it." With a wave, I slipped out the door, crossed the hallway, and entered my apartment. 

It was quiet. The TV was off, and Mom laid curled against Paul as he flipped through a book. This could've been your normal, whispered my mind. I couldn't argue with it, with myself, not as I toed off my shoes and slinked along the edges of the room. 

I could've had a dad who cared, a dad who was actually there and didn't leave beer bottles in my room and one that didn't hate my existence. Memories existed of long car rides and cold air and wandering around and crying only to be shoved into the backseat with grumbles of 'don't have a good excuse. Maybe the beach next time.'

Maybe it would've been better if he'd went through with that. 

My door latched behind me, and I sighed. Made and clean, my bed sang to me like the sirens, but with less murderous intentions (I jabbed the mattress with the yardstick by my dresser, just to be safe). A small stuffed seahorse sat on the piled and folded blankets. Pink and with a blue bow tied to its tail, it was cute. Very cute. 

And it very much hadn't been there before. 

The fabric was soft in my hands, enough to make me want to rub it against my cheek. As I held it, the tag on the ribbon turned and turned, before reversing directions. The words on it made my face heat. I buried my nose in the plush. Even if Dad hadn't had it for very long, it smelled like him. I could deal with the embarrassment of him putting 'my foal' into writing. 

"Thanks," I mumbled. The words faded into the air. Did Dad hear them? I would never find out, if only because gods were so used to being thanked. It happened sometimes, he would act as if I'd said nothing, he wouldn't even look at me. But I couldn't hold it against him. 

Yes, I know its short, but I honestly have no idea where this chapter was supposed to go

(Also my computer hates me and I think this is as much as itll let me do before dying. )

See yah!