✔ | [1] 𝒞𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸 | ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ

𝓁. Everyone falls asleep but the insomniacs

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All the pretty stars shine for you, my love

Am I that girl that you dream of?

All those little times you said that I'm your girl

You make me feel like your whole world

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⚔ Percy just wanted to sleep.

Instead, Ethan hit him over the head because he didn't know when to shut up, and the one-eyed boy hated small talk.

The two boys finally made it back to Central Park, hailed a taxi, and headed down Fifth Avenue with a giant hellhound loping along behind them. 

Percy pulled out his phone to call his girlfriend. 

He'd called her twice from the tunnel but only reached her voicemail. Percy had a surprisingly good reception, seeing as he was at the mythological centre of the world and all. She usually picked up the third time.

The phone went to voice mail again.

"Ugh, it's no good she's not picking -" Percy was cut off by Ethan.

"Helly," Ethan said, holding his phone to his ear. "You coming to the magic elevator to fight some bitches, or nah?"

Percy's jaw dropped. "She picked up?"

Ethan looked over at him. "Oh, I'm with Jackson, by the way. Yeah, he—Oh. Yeah, no, that makes sense. Uh-huh. Yeah. Kay. I'll tell him. Have fun doing that. Toodles."

Ethan hung up and looked at Percy.

"She said that's what you get for deciding to go swimming in the Styx without her."

"That's why she was ignoring my calls, really?" Percy groans. "It wasn't even fun."

"She also said to be prepared to fight to the death because she will find your mortal point and stab you with her spear."

"Sounds like the perfect date."

Ethan makes a disgusted face and mutters something about how disgustingly in love he is. He was totally right, of course. Percy was disgustingly in love.

"Can you call her back and tell her I'll buy her one of those cheesecakes she likes?"

"Hmm, no."

Percy whines. "C'mon, help your future brother-in-law out."

Ethan gives him another look. "Ew. Please never say that again."

"It's true."

"If you propose to her after you kill Kronos, I'll kill you. That's like proposing at someone else's wedding."

"How?"

"Same vibes. Oh, also, she isn't coming."

Helena wasn't coming.

"Cool."

Wait.

Percy's back straightens as he stops slouching. 

"WHAT?!"

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