Who is he really?

Who is he Really? Chapter 28

Disclaimer: I don't own PJo or HoO, all rights to the troll, Rick Riordan

*Percy's Pov*

Four hours after I had freed the Stolls, my cabin was finally presentable.

Though I had missed my afternoon activities with the Apollo cabin, I could finally see the floor of my cabin, which was a huge improvement.

I was setting up for the cookie party, when I heard shouts from outside my cabin.

"PERCCCCCCCCYYYYYYY!" Someone yelled from outside.

My eyes widened, I hurriedly dropped the plate of delicious blue cookies onto the table and ran towards the door of my cabin. But what I hadn't realized, was that the doorknob was turning and I was about to either run out the door, if the person outside saw me running and moved out of the way, or we would collide. And because my luck is just amazing, note the sarcasm, we collided.

For a minute there were legs and arms everywhere, there was shouts of 'Ow!', 'YOU JUST STOOD ON ME!", complains of 'WHERE ARE MY CRUTCHES?!"

After what felt like a millennium, but was probably less than five minutes with my ADHD, we were finally untangled and had a pretty good look at each other.

"Hey G-man" I yelled, happy to see my best friend of seven years.

"Hey Perce" He bleated out, goat-like.

Grover Underwood had been my best friend since he first started here, seven years ago when we were nine, he had been sorted into another group of creatures in Greek Mythology, Satyrs. Satyrs were supposed to be half human, half goat, they had the bottom half goat, and the top was human. Sometimes Grover acted too much like a Satyr.

"How was your holiday in Miami?" I asked him.

Three weeks ago, before school had started, Grover and his parents had gone to Miami for a holiday, after Grover's uncle had passed away after a dreadful case of the flu, four weeks prior to the holiday.

Grover nodded his head as he spoke, "Very good, lots of Enchilada's, comfortable bed and an amazing nature program"

When I said that sometimes he acts too much like a Satyr for him own good, I wasn't kidding. Not that it was bad or anything, but Grover had an almost unhealthy obsession with saving the earth, nature and animals existing on our planet. I agreed with him of course, only idiots wanted to destroy our planet, but sometimes Grover took it too far. Like that one time, when we were thirteen and he dragged Thalia, Bianca, Zoë and I to San Francisco to protest against Atlas Titan, who was, coincidentally enough, Zoë's father. We protested long and loud enough, about the destruction of forest area's on Mount Tam, that Atlas was forced to stop his destruction.

I smiled at him, happy that my best friend had a good time.

Grover then raised his eyebrow, "cookie party tonight then?" he asked out of the blue.

I blinked in surprise and then shook my head to get rid of the daze I was in.

"Yeah, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you realized" I said.

He started laughing.

"I didn't. It's written on a banner hung up on the wall over there" He said, pointing to the wall behind me.

About two months ago I had written 'Percy's Cookie Party' in bold, blue paint, which could be easily read by a dyslexic kid ten meters from the cabin.

I smiled at Grover and shook my head in fake exasperation.

"I'm hurt Grover, real hurt, after all these years and still you cannot recognize my moods or emotions?" I said, placing my hands in a cross motion over my heart as if I had just been shot.