Perfect Little Blue Boy (Percy Jackson)

Chapter Twenty Six

Percy

The next three days were kind of shit and I don't know why. Just another slump. I had a fucking melt down after getting home from Tyler's and Nico was awake thank gods. He said that he woke up because of Susan. Saw the text that I was on my way home and figured he might as well wait for me.

And I'm glad he did. Because at first I was fine. But maybe five minutes after I got home, I was just overwhelmed and everything took over and just... My suicidal thoughts were back.

The nice thing, though, was the text I woke up to Saturday morning. The next morning. Nico was already up and out of bed, both Mom and Paul at work, Susan with Paul's sister.

I had a text from Tyler.

Tyler: Hey, Percy! This might seem random, and it sort of it. But we were talking last night about Micah's crush on you and Luke just kind of confirmed some things I was wondering about that I didn't have the guts to ask about. But seriously, if you're ever feeling down, I'm a call or a text away.

Texting back, I thanked him for the offer and assured him that I'm fine right now. I just had a really bad summer. Which wasn't a lie. It wasn't the best of summers. Some good things happened. I started going out with Nico. But yeah.

I already knew that today was going to be one of those days. That was spent mostly in bed. Or on the couch. Either worked. But the bed was better because it was quieter and yeah.

It's a day.

Nico peaked his head in.

"Hey," he said, giving me a smile. "Everyone else is gone. Do you wanna watch something in here while we eat breakfast? Or do you want to go out for breakfast?"

I shook my head.

"Watching something sounds nice," I told my boyfriend. "If you're okay with that."

"Of course, I am," Nico told me. "That's why I gave you the option. I'll be right back. Pick out something by the time I get back."

Hoping it would bring up my spirits, I chose SpongeBob. The first season. We own a couple of them because Gabe never let me watch TV on the actual TV so I used our old computer and put in DVDs and watched SpongeBob. It was... It was okay.

Putting the disc in, I sat back down on my bed and grabbed my blanket. When Nico got back, he had two plates of blue pancakes. My favorite.

When I bit into them, I noticed the chocolate chips. Which means my mom didn't make them because we did not have chocolate chips in this apartment last night and the last time mom made pancakes was three days ago.

"Aw, babe," I remarked after I swallowed the first bite of my pancakes. "This is why I love you."

"What?" Nico asked. "Because I can make pancakes?"

"Well yes," I admitted to that. "But I mean you got up early to get chocolate chips for the pancakes. Because we didn't have them here last night. You didn't have to do that."

He shrugged and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"I just figured," my boyfriend explained. "That after last night, with the cast party and the episode last night, that today would just sort of be a meh day. Lazy day. And I know you like your pancakes with chocolate chips, so with a grocery store a mile away, it wasn't a big deal. I was awake anyways, I didn't have anything better to do with my life."

"No, you probably did." I corrected him, taking another forkful of pancakes in my mouth. "You just can't think of anything.'

"Either way, you have pancakes with chocolate chips."

"And I love them."

After three hours (we lost track of time) of SpongeBob, I fell asleep, using Nico as my pillow.

Nico

After ten minutes, I managed to get out from under Percy to get the dishes to the kitchen and get myself something to drink.

I hope his therapy is actually helping out. He has to go tomorrow and he doesn't complain about it anymore. His therapist insists that he's opening up more, which was a good start for him to move past everything. To get better.

As I was putting the dishes in the dishwasher, Sally got home with Susan. It's Saturday, she works until lunch. Then she comes home.

"I'm home!" Sally announced and looked around, noticing just me out here. Which, normally Percy is out here, too. Paul when he's not working. "Where's Percy and Paul?"

"Paul had a training thing," I told Percy's mother. "Percys in his room. He fell asleep watching SpongeBob. It's been declared a lazy day."

She nodded her head, taking off her shoes and coming in.

"That sounds about right." Sally reasoned with that. "Between how late it was and how bad he got after he got home, it's a lazy day. I'll try to minimize how many times I pop my head in there. What are your plans for the day? It's only lunch time."

I shrugged.

"I don't know." I responded to her question, closing the dishwasher. "I might call Hazel after lunch, I've been meaning to lately."

So Sally just ordered some Chinese for everyone and when she went to pick it up, I called Hazel. The conversation didn't last long, as she had to go to training, but it was nice five minute conversation.

I had gone into Percy's room to grab something or another, and I blanked on what. But I grabbed a book, thinking it was my little one.

It wasn't. It was a diary. And I don't keep a diary. Never have.

There wasn't a lock, there wasn't a password. I opened it out of curiosity. And realize it wasn't an actual diary, it was a series of letters. From and to Grover.

Grover,
I can't do that, man. He already hates me and he'd just think I'm weird. And probably think I'm a freak. He's from the 30s and 40s. Hitler's time. Hitler put the gays in concentration camps. Plus, I really don't want all of camp knowing about it.

Okay, so that was a pretty obvious reference to me. The letter was dated a while back. Before the Giant War. But it was... I mean, he would've been with Annabeth during these letters.

Percy,
Everyone doesn't need to know. According to the Stolls, Nico was really chill. He got pissed off because he thought you killed Bianca, but that was cleared up! Now it's just you two acting silly. You and Annabeth aren't even actually dating as it is. The agreement was that once you found someone that actually made you happy you'd be with them, right? So why stay?

So... Percy and Annabeth weren't a real thing? They were a thing to help each other for .. I'll pretend this makes sense to you.

Grover,
I don't know, Grover. Maybe because I don't want to come out to somebody again. Annabeth doesn't know about me, she only knows that I don't have a thing for her. She doesn't have one for me. We're even. I just don't want to go through that again because it sucks and kids are mean about everything and then they tell you to go kill yourself but when you try to suddenly you're either the only thing that matters or you're a baby. I just don't want to hear that at camp. Because if one person knows, everyone knows. You're the exception. I just can't do it, okay?