Internet Friends (Percico)

Chapter 8

-Percy-

Holy fuck. Nico's face looked like it had been carved by angels. Which is ironic, given his surname.

It's just that- He's just- Oh my fucking God,
I can't even.

It's like- his eyes. It's gotta be his eyes. They're so fucking dark and mysterious and sexy.

Yeah, I said sexy. His eyes are sexy, wanna fight?

But then again, it could be his hair. It's so messy yet cute, and the perfect shade of chocolate brown.

But fuck, his jaw. So sharp it could cut a man.

Nico chuckled slightly, bringing me out of my trance like state. "Nice to meet you too, Percy."

"You didn't fucking tell me you were attractive!" I wanted to cry. He's so hot. Fuck me.

"Neither did you." Nico raised an eyebrow.

No, no he can't do that. He can't look hotter raising an eyebrow. That isn't fair.

"Are you okay?" Nico asked slowly, his smile enough to light up my entire apartment.

"You're attractive. No, I'm not okay." I crossed my arms.

"Thank you, Jackson." Nico chuckled. "You are too, for the record."

I blushed lightly. "Thank you."

"No problem." Nico smirked. "Is that your room?"

I looked around slowly, my blush deepening. "Yep."

"Very blue." Nico smiled. "I like your duvet."

I looked over to my bed, more specifically the Nemo duvet. Oh, God, the embarrassment I felt was overwhelming.

"Thanks." I looked back to the camera with a sheepish smile. "Where are you? That doesn't look like your bedroom."

"Nah, I'm in my living room." Nico looked behind him and then back to me, smiling.

"Your house looks big." I commented.

"I suppose it is." God, Nico's smile was definitely a winning. His teeth were pearly white, perfectly aligned. His lips were a sin. That's it. A literal sin.

I seriously felt like I was staring into the face of a God.

"Percy!" I heard my mom's voice ring through our apartment.

I turned around in my spinny chair and shouted back, "yeah?"

"You want pizza for dinner?"

"Hella!" I swivelled back around and saw Nico smiling at me in amusement. "Sorry, that was my mom."

"It's okay, don't worry." Nico tilted his head to the side slightly, as if he was trying to work something out. "Is your step-dad there?"

"Probably." I shrugged. "He's probably the one that convinced my mom to let me have pizza for dinner."

"What's his name?" Nico asked.

"Paul." I smiled. "He's nice."

"He sounds it." Nico smiled.

I smiled back, and then Nico gasped. "What's that? Behind you?"

I looked behind me, and then back to the camera. "What?"

"On the bookshelf!" Nico grinned excitedly.

Well, there were only three reading books on the bookshelf at the moment. The first Maze Runner, my old storybook from when I was six, and The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones, which I had yet to read. I picked it up and sat back down, holding it up, "this one?"