Percy Jackson One-Shots

Jasper: Angel Wings and Burn Outs

In which Jason meets Piper and sees her awesome tattoo.
P.s. I am the one who drew those wings on her back in the picture. ☺️ haha, oh my goodness, I hate using emojis, but that one is so cute.

Jason's parents were fighting again. He swore it would end in either divorce or murder. Who would murder who, he wasn't sure. Either way, Jason had to escape his personal problems in his own household. One more year.

One more year and he would leave to be with his sister Thalia until he got a dorm at the college she attended. Their uncle was one of the professors, and seeing that his son Percy had always been one of Jason's good friends, he had been able to lend him a hand and talk to the administration. Jason had a scholarship, as long as he played for their college basketball team. He, of course, agreed.

He was told by his sister that he was always welcome into her home to escape their parents. She understood, she had lived through it after all. So Jason walked into the city, and to his sister's house on the edge of it, next to the river. He had his music up so loud that he felt the vibrations shaking his brain, but he liked it that way.

Jason wondered if his parents even knew he had left. The consequences for leaving wouldn't be that bad. He knew his mother blamed herself for his introverted nature, though that wasn't true. Jason was, no matter how much of an act he could perform in front of people, an introvert at heart. Being in public for a lengthy amount of time both physically and emotionally drained him. But at the same time, his parents' constantly going at each other's throats made Jason instinctively close himself off emotionally. He blamed both his mother and himself.

His mother was crazy, just...completely insane, though she didn't know it. But as Jason thought about this, he came to the conclusion that one could not be truely insane if one knew they were. He figured one could know if one was crazy, but insane was completely different. He thought about his mother as he walked towards the horizon and toward his sister's house.

His sister had made quite a life for herself. She had been determined since she was a teen to do so, after seeing her parent's marriage fail and her younger brother hide in the bathroom closet, she made a promise to herself to never be like them. Never be insane, and never be violent, and if she were to have children, treat them with love, the complete opposite of her and Jason's mother and father.

She refused to call them 'mom and dad' as she felt that was personal, and a sweet name for someone who had a great relationship with their parents. She didn't have that. They were simply Mother and Father, or That Bitch and The Jackass, though she never called them that to their face.

Jason finally turned into a small neighborhood with decent sized houses. They were mostly lived in by rich college students or young doctors who still liked to have a good time. The difference between them and Thalia was that they didn't have to work for what they had acquired. Thalia took pride in that fact, and everyone that knew her respected her for it.

It was Thursday evening, almost sunset, and Jason saw his sister's house lit up with neon lights that were clouded by foggy windows. Alcohol. Jason definitely smelled alcohol as he stepped onto the driveway. The lane was lined with clean looking cars and Thalia's yard was completely rid of vehicles. She didn't like cars in her yard...at all. It was forbidden at her parties. But the yard was littered with old cigarettes and joints. Jason never had an interest in cigarettes, so he never tried them, but he did take pleasure in weed. Maybe too much for someone his age, but his sister didn't care. He would even come over to her house and they would just mouth off about the world, and how they knew it was going straight to hell. They would even sit in her kitchen floor on Tuesday afternoons and smoke weed. It was one of their favorite hobbies that they had together.