"Let Poseidon Drown Me." A PJO Oc Fanfic.

[9] 'Bonding.'

It was finally the end of the day, and everyone was back in their cabins. I was sitting on my sleeping bag, undoing my shoes peacefully, until Marceline, whom was sitting beside me on her own sleeping bag, spoke up, "Auggie, did you see the way Luke looked at me? He had the most handsome smile on his face— Oh! And when he defended me from Clarisse, he was like a knight in shining armour, wasn't he?" She rambled on as she wiped off the makeup on her face using some makeup wipes she had borrowed from the Aphrodite kids.

Marceline had been ranting on about Luke ever since we came back into the Cabin, and as much as I tried to smile and nod along, I couldn't help but internally think, 'Girl, he isn't all that'. I mean, sure, he can swing a sword and look all high and mighty, but he's not worth fawning over like he's a celebrity. I threw off my shoes and gone under the covers, hoping that our mum and dad didn't file a missing children's report. "Goodnight, Marcie." I whispered to her, hoping for a reply like every night, "Goodnight, Auggie."

Seconds passed, then minutes, then hours. At that point, I couldn't sleep, so I decided to make myself useful and not bother anyone. I snuck past the other sleeping children; Watching them rest in their beds. It reminded me so much of me and Marceline's foster home to the point where if I really focused, I could imagine mum and dad yelling downstairs just like they did back then. Finally, I silently opened the cabin door and closed it behind me, soon walking off to who-knows-where.

Before I knew it, I found myself down at a nearby beach, and believe it or not, I finally could just stop and listen to the waves for once. I buttoned up my denim jacket and sat down on the cold sand. I listened to the waves crash against one another and closed my eyes, really soaking in the peace that I lacked almost all my life. The dark brought comfort to me, and I wished that the night could last forever so I could have a little bit more alone time.

As I thought I would finally have a moment of silence, someone came up behind me, which made me instantly stand up and ready an excuse onto why I was outside out of curfew. However, when I looked up to meet their eyes, all I saw was the familiar ocean blue hue of Percy's. "Hey... It's OK. You alright?" He questioned softly, not teasingly like Luke's, it felt more genuine.

That made me slowly nod my head and turn back to sit back down, hoping that he would leave me alone, but I guess he took it as an invitation to sit beside me. I ignored Percy's looks and continued to stare off at the sea. Finally, after what felt like forever, I heard the blond speak, "Can I... Ask you some questions? You don't have to answer- I'm just curious about you." He asked carefully, as if I was some startled animal that could run off whenever I could.

I turned to him and sighed, exhausted already by the social interactions I've had all day. However, despite my mind screaming at me to say no, I nodded again. Percy smiled a little and began his questioning, "Marceline said you and her were siblings... But you two don't look alike. Do you two have different dads or moms of something?" That question made me internally roll my eyes. It's always the first question people ask when Marceline tells people we were siblings. "Foster siblings. We don't know our real parents, and to be honest, I don't care about them." I answered honestly.

I saw Percy's eyes widen slightly, but he seemed to have stopped questioning onto why. Maybe he knew what it was like to stop caring about your parents? But I was right, I don't have to care about people who don't care about me. "Why do you hate Luke?" Was the next question, which was an easy one, "He's too full of himself. He also flirts with my sister! Such a weirdo." I answered back with a simple look of hatred in my eyes. It was clear that I didn't want to talk about Luke nor Marceline at that point.

"Why do you hate me?" Percy asked, his eyes almost innocent. I paused for a moment and turned to him with a stunned look. That was the only question that truly made me think. I didn't really have a valid excuse to hate him, I just hate men, but you can't just tell someone that. I groaned and got up from the sand, "Because you're stupid. Goodnight, Jackson." I grunted as I began to walk back to the Hermes Cabin.

To think that I would be able to walk back alone was another foolish thing to believe, for Percy ran up beside me, "Here, I'll walk you back." He whispered in my ear, which made me want to shove him. God, I hated him and stupid voice, it made me want to just bury myself. Me and Percy walked in silence while we approached the all-too familiar building. He opened the door for me and flashed me a smile, but I just rolled my eyes and walked in, whispering underneath my breath, "Night, Jackson." I turned my head to look over my shoulder, and all I saw was his giddy smile, "Goodnight, August."

The door closed, and the sounds of children sleeping came back to me. I unbuttoned my jacket and walked over to my makeshift bed, taking off the comforting material and pulling the covers up. I tried to count sheep, but Percy's stupid damn smile plagued my thoughts. I groaned quietly and forcefully shut my eyes, hoping to get some sleep for once.

I hated Percy. I hated him. I had to.