When The Villain Falls (Depressed! Percy) (Percy Jackson)

Chapter Six

Percy

Considering I'm gay, it was alarming when I woke up and Grover was in the same bed as me.

But then I remembered last night. He was here as my friend. And that was all I needed.

A friend. We got to hang out. We had fun together.

I had somebody again. That was a concept I had been foriegn to for over a year.

He hadn't been awake yet, so I just went on my phone and started scrolling through Instagram. A few minutes later, Grover was awake. He rolled to face me and see what I was doing. Curious, he looked over my shoulder at my feed. While putting his hand on the side of my body.

In short, he was basically cuddling me. And for straight Grover to do that to me, it was a little weird. He never did before. Aside once, on accident. He knows I'm gay. He knows that I take it a little differently than he does.

"Whatcha doing there, Grover?" I asked my best friend and he looked at me for a second. Then he realized the position we we're literally in right now.

"Oh, yeah!" Grover recalled, and removed his arm from my waist. "Sorry, it's early and you haven't told me about any guys. I wasn't even thinking about that."

He looked at me again.

"Is there a guy you want to talk about."

He received a pillow to the face.

"Why not." I said and sighed. "Um... He's the same age as me roughly. I've never actually asked but I assume because of school and all. He's shorter than I am, has curly hair but always covers it up. He's kind of a hippie, unless it's like enchiladas day at lunch, but..."

Grover me the evil eye.

"I mean, he's also really annoying." I informed my best friend. "It's not like I actually like him or anything. He's just super annoying sometimes and yeah."

He gave the pillow back to my face with a good old 'fuck you.'

It was Grover.

"You asked."

I sat up and looked at the time. It wasn't too late, 10:30. I wonder how long Grover would want to stay and hang out.

"You uh... Can change into a pair of my clothes," I told him, motioning at my clothes. "They should fit. Bathrooms down the hall on the left."

He grabbed the least punkiest thing I owned, and headed to the bathroom. I changed quick and lit up a joint. Today might not be the worst.

"Percy!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs and I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear whatever form of a lecture from whatever Grover told her. "What do you want to eat? Both of us slept through breakfast."

"Give me a minute!" I responded as Grover came back in and I put out my joint, throwing it away after dipping it in some water I keep for it. I'm not completely wreckful.

"We're you..." Grover said, looking at my garbage and then at me. "We're you smoking?"

"Yes," I responded very slowly, unsure of how he viewed pot. "But it wasn't cigarettes. I'm not that dumb."

"Your mom lets you smoke pot?"

I shrugged.

"She's claimed to have done worse as a teenager," I told him. "Like drink and party. A lot. She's happy that this is the extent of what I do."

"I suppose that's good?" He sounded uncertain about that remark. "Anyways, Chiron called and he's not very happy with me right now for leaving camp. So I have to go, but I'll text you later. You might want your clothes back, too."

"Nah, you can keep the clothes," I assured him, throwing him his bag. "They're old and too small for me anyways. Just don't let the old man kill you. You're still my only friend, yeah?"

I showed him out and stayed downstairs, being that's where my mom was. And it was kind of weird. Because I heard him get up this morning.

"Where... Where's Paul?" I asked my mother. School doesn't start for another week. He had the day off. He has the week off.

"He went to go visit his mom for a couple days," Mom explained to me. "It was kind of last minute. He's helping his brother because he's getting married. So he left this morning. But what do you want to do about your empty stomach? Do you want to go out and eat or stay home?"

"Um... We can eat out." I didn't think I'd be able to make that choice. "I'm cool with wherever."

~

Later that day, Mom and I baked a bunch of stuff and it was really nice. It was a lot of fun. It's what I've needed for a while.

She had to run to the store to make sure we had enough food for dinner, and so I decided to step outside to take a smoke, and I got inside. Not two minutes later, there was a knock on the door and I peaked out. There wasn't a car out there. So they walked here, and I didn't notice they were walking in the direction of our house.

Cautiously, I answered. And was fairly shocked when I was met with Nico di Angelo.

"Hi, can—" I started off. "Nico? What are you doing here?"

"I, uh..." He seemed a little nervous, so I invited him in and let him grab a cinnamon bun before we went up to my room. I asked him what brought him here.

"Well," Nico started off, "I uh... Wanted to apologize. About when we argued. And I yelled. I shouldn't have yelled. I just um... Sorry. It was a weird day. I was trying to figure out some things and I just got back. So sorry about about that. It was dumb."

I shrugged.

"It's not a big deal," I assured him as we were both sitting on the edge of my bed, kind of awkward. I'm gay. And I'm not out yet. I kind of like Nico. Like, a lot. "Don't stress it. But can I ask why you're so nervous right now?"

He turned red for a moment, embarrassed. It was kind of cute. And I don't call many people cute.

"I uh... I..." I stuttered for a moment, trying to talk himself through it. "I mean, I wanted to do this over text. But then I realized I don't have your number. And then Grover talked me into coming here. So um..."

He paused and I remained patient. Changing position, I laid down so my face was facing him. He was sitting on my bed.

"When I was gone I had a lot of time to think," Nico told me, anxiously playing with my sheet. "About stuff. About me. And uh... I kind of guess that.,. I mean... Uh..."

Kind of worried this would end bad, I sat up and at that, I was facing him sitting next to him. Put my hand on his should and told him to breathe. It's okay.

The look in his eyes when we looked at each other was a look of terror. But it was also of hope and excitement and nervousness.

"Yeah," he responded. "It'll be o..."

Nico di Angelo truly had beautiful eyes.

His lips were soft and his dick was hard. In my ass.

Oh yeah, it was nice. I probably won't be able to walk for a while now. But it was so worth it.

Once we were laying down I responded to what he had tried to tell me.

"I like you, too."