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We can't be friends
But I'd like to just pretend
You cling to your papers and pens
Wait until you like me again
Wait for your love
Love, I'll wait for your love
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❤︎ Percy wouldn't say that he was a quiet person.
He always had people telling him how loud, happy, and overall fun he was to be around. People sometimes told him that he could never be quiet. He was an extrovert. Percy agreed with most people's statements about him to a certain extent.
He couldn't even count how many times his teachers, during his entire schooling life, had called him out for talking too much.
But then Percy Jackson met Helena. Or should he say got to personally know her?
He always knew of her. She literally lived down the hall, plus she had always been really fucking pretty so he couldn't really help but notice her.
He saw her with her big, hulking, scary-looking father (who he conveniently never saw the face of); he saw her in the park on Saturdays; he saw her once at church on Sunday; she had told him that her nanny at the time had been particularly faithful, so she went with her (her father fired her the next day because the nanny had, in his words,'skewed beliefs').
Helena had been more talkative then he was and to him that was saying something. People never commented when she went on rants though and he could see why. Listening to Helena talk for hours about something she had heard, seen, or read was one of his favourite things.
He almost never knew what she was talking about but he listened anyway. If you asked him what Adipocere was, he wouldn't, for the life of him—despite listening to Helena's talks—be able to tell you what it was.
No, cause seriously, what kind of word was Adipocere? How did you even pronounce that?
Regardless of his obviously teeny tiny brainpower compared to hers, he would always listen.
The first few times that she had gone into her rants, he had seen the surprise and happiness in her eyes when he asked a question about what she was talking about; it was like she wasn't used to anyone actually listening to her.
He had made it his goal from that day onwards to always ask her questions. About anything and everything.
It wasn't until they had started dating that his mother told him how she had noticed that he talked less when he was around Helena.
Percy had denied it initially but ended up realising that his mother, as always, was right.
He talked less around her, not because he didn't want to talk but simply because he liked to listen to her talk. It calmed him.
He talked less, panicked less (especially after finding out he was a demigod), and just calmed down when with her. Her presence seemed to soothe the raging storm inside him and his mind would become quiet.
His mind was never quiet.
The world seemed to slow down and calm when Percy Jackson was with Helena Colette and he loved it.
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𝒞𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸 | ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ¹
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