Demigod Headcannons, Ships, Texting, etc!✔️

"Hes a, heartbreaker!"

Lol anyone else know that's song?

Nvm

Onto the story!!

Disclaimer: As always, I don't own PJATO.

- Heartbreaker: Rachel's POV -

If Rachel had said that she wasn't surprised when Percy had called her up, she'd have been lying right through her teeth.

After the little 'adventure' they'd had a few weeks earlier, Rachel was pretty sure that her days tromping around with demigods were over. No matter how little she'd wanted admit it, the kinds of things they'd seen and dealt with had scared her. The giant—Percy's brother, she thought with a shudder—the boy rising from the coffin, Daedalus... everything. Rachel wondered how they were able to do that every day, how it was part of their life.Then again, they had no choice, did they?

But, here she was only a few weeks later, waiting for Percy to arrive at her house. He'd called up asking if they could hang out for a while. No weird things, he'd promised. She wondered why he wouldn't want to hang out with one of his demigod friends. Why would he want to talk to Rachel?She hadn't even been at his birthday party, which he said he was trying to keep 'family only.' She wondered how much of that was true.

"Rachel!" she heard her father call up the stairs. "Your friend is here!"

"Okay!" Rachel yelled back, smoothing her hair and shirt compulsively as she heard footsteps coming up. They were light enough that she knew it had to be him—considering the fact that he was kind of a small person, and she figured he had to be able to walk quietly if he was hunting monsters all day.

Sure enough, her door creaked open, and his head peered around it. His hair looked messy as always, and he was wearing a light t-shirt and basketball shorts. He looked around her room, and the surprise was evident all over his face. Her room really wasn't that big, was it? It was just the entire top floor of her... oh.

"Hey?" Rachel questioned.

He blinked. "Um, hey." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry. I kind of... grew up poor."

She nodded, motioning him in. "Well, don't be a stranger."

He closed the door behind him, walking over to where Rachel was sitting on a futon, sketchbook in hand. She'd been drawing the landscape that she'd seen when they'd borrowed Daedalus' wings. The birds-eye view was beautiful, and she was having fun trying to recreate it. There were parts of that trip that had fairly cool, but the rest of it... not so much.

He sat down in a chair a little ways away from her, glancing at her sketchbook quickly, as if he was curious but trying to be polite. She angled it towards him so he could see, and smiled lightly.

"I was just thinking about how beautiful it looked when we'd been using the wings..." she murmured, trailing off.

He smiled, one of the corners of his lips quirking up higher than the other. "Honestly, I was more focused on the flying part. If I'd have looked down, I probably would've lost my lunch."

Rachel laughed. "I've never really had a problem with heights, so..."

"Obviously," he said, gesturing the view outside of her window. She was high enough up that she could see over a couple of buildings.

They lapsed into a brief, awkward silence, before Rachel finally asked, "So, did you need something?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "No. I just wanted to hang out with you, since we're friends." He pressed his lips into a thin line. "At least, I hope we're friends."