The Dorky Sea Prince

Chapter 2

   I woke up the next morning with something warm and fuzzy on my face and arms around me. I gently lifted Shadow off my face so I could see what was around me. I blinked the sudden brightness and looked over at who the arms were connected to. "Son of a -"

   "Morning." I shoved Percy away, already feeling my cheeks get red. I had told him that if he got anywhere near me, he would die. And yet this idiot gets close. No, not just close. He's fucking clingy and adorable. Not to mention the morning voice.

   I sat up and crossed my arms. "Who gave you permission to get that close to me?" I asked, not even bothering to hide my irritation.

   Percy shrugged. "Well, you started shivering, so I kept you warm. You know, with the help of Shadow." I scowled and scooted away, not wanting to let Percy see the embarrassing blush that was crawling across my cheeks. "So what's for breakfast?" he asked, completely unaware of the situation.

   "Nothing. Get out of my apartment."

   "Wow, you're so cold. Fine. I'll make breakfast." He got up from the bed and walked into the kitchen. I sighed tiredly and followed after him. Percy and cooking supplies never mixed well, believe me, I knew from experience. It had taken weeks for the blue food coloring to wash out of my favorite pair of jeans.

   I grabbed the end of his shirt. "How about we just go out for breakfast?" I asked. I could see the slightly hurt expression that flickered across his face, but I honestly didn't care.

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   Fucking gods, how did things end up like this? One second, we had gone out for breakfast, the next, Percy is practically sobbing and saying he has 'a confession to make.' Not even kidding. He's sobbing into a pile of pancakes at Denny's while blubbering on and on about something I can't even understand.

   "Percy! Would you just shut up for like two seconds and eat your bloody pancakes! We'll talk about when we're done." He sobbed into another bite of pancakes. Gods, how do I still like this dork? He finished his pancakes, but just sat there staring at the empty plate, sniffing every couple seconds.

   "Percy?"

   Sniff.

   "Dude, what's wrong?"

   Sniff.

   "Was it something I said?"

   Sniff.

   "What is wrong with you?"

   Sniff.

   "I swear to gods, I will fucking slap you."

   Sniff.

   He opened up his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a waitress asking us to politely pay and then leave. When we exited the place, Percy still hadn't spoken. He kept on glancing over at me and - gods, I must've been imagining it - blushing a little. What the Hades is going on?

Percy's POV

   Oh, gods, I'm a mess. Eating pancakes, then bursting into tears because you can't handle your own freaking emotions? Pathetic. Then I got embarrassed because I started crying and I just couldn't even speak. I was afraid that something stupid would come out. Just like every other time I open my mouth.

   When Nico had fallen asleep the night before, he just looked so darn cute. It was like watching the cutest baby animal sleeping. Lips were parted, peaceful expression, dark hair everywhere, Nico looked like some type of angel. I really couldn't help myself.

   Then this morning going out to eat breakfast. Eating pancakes just triggers something inside me that makes me want to spill everything. And the secret about why Annabeth and I broke up was one of them.