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Sequel?????

Some users requested a sequel to "you're really cute" and here it is! I hopw its just as good as the first one, which everyone seemed to enjoy.

"Ummm... You don't drink, do you?" I awkwardly rummaged through my sad empty fridge. Jason was lying on the couch facing the window, his hands resting on his stomach.

"No, and I never will." He rolled to face me. "Do you?" His face held an expression that looked slightly pouty, as if the very thought of drinking was unquestionable.

"No, no way. Never will." I waved my hands. "It's just, it's Friday and I know some people will be uh - relaxing and I heard that over there- I mean Germany there's a lot of - ah forget it." My face was beet red. I felt like smacking my head in embarrassment. Or slamming it in the refrigerator door.

Jason chuckled. "I get it, I get it. I prefer not to drink because of a family thing." He chin pointed towards the bulletin of photos. It was mostly him and this punk looking girl (I would totally hang with her) with blue hair and often silver bracelets racing her wrists. I came to know it was his older sister, Thalia.

I sighed. "Oh. Same." I shut the refrigerator and looked through the blinds of the window. The streetlamps had a soft glow emitting from them and pink clouds painted the sky. The sun was setting behind the community park making the sky look bloody and the trees black and brittle looking. A few silhouettes of people walked briskly away from campus and towards downtown. Chatter and laughter rang through the calm streets.

"So umm...," a bored voice interrupted my staring. I turned around to see Jason lying on his stomach facing the window. "What do you usually do on tonight's? "

"On tonight's?"

Jason blushed. "I forgot the word for today, " he mumbled.

"Oh, it's Friday. Aaaand to answer your question, nothing much. Sometimes Leo will come over and Grover the social activities manager guy will swing by. He's cool. But yeah, nothing. OH! I forgot, existential despair."

Jason nodded his head and placed a look of faux interest on his face. "I see." He rolled off the couch and walked over to the window beside me. I scooted over and watched as he looked through the blinds. The way the amber light reflected in his eyes made them look almost as clear as water. His hair was almost too bright to look at. Hues of orange and yellow painted his hair. His eyes flashed to mine.

"What?"

"Nothing! Sorry..."

His face relaxed and he smiled. "Anything you vant to do?"

My mind began to race and the longer it took for me to think of an answer, the redder my face got. My mouth opened and closed like a fish. "C-can't think of anything. You?" My voice squeaked at the last part. Why are you like this Percy why why why

He wrinkled his nose and looked past me. "Hm. Perhaps questions?"

"What?" Alarm bells rang in my head. Not good. Not good. Questions meant deep questions, and deep questions meant revealing answers, and I was not good at that. Something inside my gut urged me to agree. There was a yearning to discover more of this Jason grace, whom I've only known for 4 days.

"Questions? You know. I ask, you tell. You ask. I tell. Agh, what's the real name?"

"We-we can play."

"Okay, you start."

"What?!"

He crinkled his brow. "I forgot. We have to get ready."

What in the world?

He pulled on my arm and we sat on the couch. "You first?"

"Jesus Jason, I don't know? Um, tell me about your sister."

His eyes got soft and he gave a slight grin. "She's amazing. We are no alike though. She is-how do I put it? - wild I guess. And I'm-me. She's super kind and protective. She is an Olympic archer as well."

"Oh,wow." I scratched the back of my neck. "Your turn?"

He grabbed a pillow and hugged it to his chest and stared at the wall for a second. He kept tilting his head from side to side, thinking obviously very hard. I resisted the urge to snort.

"Oh!" I jumped at the sudden outburst. "Favorite color?"

"All that thinking for that?!" I laughed. "It's blue."

Jason nodded. "That is what I thought." His eyes scanned the room, resting on each blue object.

"It's cause my mom," I mumbled.

"Hm?"

"Mom got into an argument with my ex stepdad about the color blue and food, so she made blue food as much as possible just to spite him. It was our silent rebellion."

"Wow," Jason grinned. "That's really special."

"Sarcasm? I detected some sarcasm."

"No!"

"Okay, Sparky. My turn for a question."
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It was no longer Cotton candy skies outside, it was pitch black and blue bruises. Streetlamps glowed harshly and the side walks and roads glittered with fresh rain. The smell of wet grass and tar seeped through the air conditioning. Doors were being slammed shut and drunken and hushed voices echoed down the hallways. Uneven footsteps clomped across the carpeted floors.

Jason and I were still on the couch, now pulled out into a bed. My knees were hugged to my chest and I stared at the stars racing across the sky, shot by a huntress in the heavens. Jason was asleep. At least, I though he was.

I let out a shaky breath.

Why don't you drink?

Mom. She died in a car wreck. Drunk. I'll never do it. What about you? You said the same

I-. My ex stepdad. He abused it and we'll, it's not the only thing he abused. I'll never let alcohol turn me into the monster he was.

You will never be a monster Percy. You're too fluffy inside.

...thanks?

I really trust you Percy. And one day, I'll tell you my biggest secret.

I really li-trust you too.

Goodnight

Goodnight

I pulled the blanket to my chest and stretched out my legs. The clock read 1:00am. I was trying not to wake Jason but in my fit with the covers, he let out a grunt and shifted.  I held my breath.

No luck. He inhaled deeply and then turned to face me.

"Hey, Percy?"

"Yes Jase?" Ohh so now you've got a nickname for him.

He looked really embarrassed. His eyes were downcast and I could see a light blush.

"Well, it's been bothering me for a while. I just can't translate it into my language but, what's," he stopped for a second. "Whats a meme?"

"Oh my god."

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