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TWO
THIS IS THE HAMPTONS
IT WAS SUMMER IN THE HAMPTONS and all Jason should be doing was lying on the silken soft beach sand with a cold beer in his hand, turning his pasty ass into a crisp apple golden colour just in time to head back to the city with a nice tan for the school year before it eventually transitioned into it's original bleached white by the winter.
Instead, he was being cooped up in his father's beach house, reading ridiculously long political novels and biographies under his father's watch, attending meetings and boring dinners with various Congressmen and studying endlessly for his SATs to get his grades good enough to qualify for the Ivies- as his father intended for, of course.
"Yo, Jase!" Jason looked up from his American History textbook to see Leo, his sister Thalia, Annabeth, Rachel, Percy and Nico; literally the whole gang bursting into his father's study room and interrupting his peace and quiet.
Leo quipped: "Are you ever going to experience the outdoors? It's a summer holiday for fuck's sake. You've been cooped up here for so long that I feel you've officially become Di Angelo."
Nico scowled at the Latino boy moodily- though what action did Nico ever perform without it ever being moody? "Shut up, Valdez."
"Seriously, though," Thalia said, narrowing her eyes at her brother, "You should come out with us for a while. We're going to Joe's for ice cream; you know how much you love their cookies and cream."
"You know I would love to," Jason sighed, stressed out even though he shouldn't be. "But I have to study for the SATs, which is in-"
"Six months," Annabeth said, hands placed on her hips. She only did that when she was being factual. "Plenty of time- and this is coming from me."
"Exactly, bro," Percy nodded, taking his unassigned seat by informally sitting up on his father's study desk by shoving all the books and stationary off to one side. "When Wise Girl is telling you not to study, you probably shouldn't."
"Don't call me that, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth shot at him before she turned her attention back to Jason, "Besides, studies had shown that breaks are important to rest your cerebral functions."
"What she means is," Leo translated, "Have a break, have a Kit-Kat."
"Alright," grumbled Jason but he smiled nonetheless and ditched his pencil by throwing it onto his textbook to mark where he left off. He stood up and stretched, his joints waking up after a six hours study session. "Let's go for ice cream."
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The morning fog has painted everything white. It was exactly like one of his rabbit-hole dreams, where he was trapped, suspended in a cloud, and he couldn't wake himself up.
