Heroes of Olympus: The Aftermath of War

JASON

*Rick Riordan owns all of the characters*

JASON WOKE UP WITH A humungous pillow covering his face and a rather messy blanket spread out on the floor. He groaned and sat up, his hair fluffly and wild. The sun had risen to its full splendor, filling the room with Vitamin D-infused light. Well, he did learn something from hanging out with Coach Hedge back at camp and all. The satyr was practically serious when dealing about health involved topics, not that Jason was bothered. He needed a trivia or two these days.

Yesterday was also really cool, by the way, as he explored the Big Apple with Piper and Bob in the sunset, occasionally bumping into the others (Hazel and Frank and Damasen, namely) to ask the florist tons of questions like some hyper Demeter kid, laughing as the said Titan and said Giant learned zumba through the over enthusiastic, possibly ADHD instructor, keeping busy at the sports complex, and immediately dozing off after saying 'goodnight' to his friends [and girlfriend].

Actually, Jason absolutely had no clue as to why Reyna and Hylla thought of booking three rooms, since they could clearly fit in two large suites if divided in twos (one room for 2 boys, another one for 2 girls). Actually, that plan had changed when Damasen and Bob suddenly showed up on the highway in the middle of the dark. The demigods unanimously decided that the 'newcomers' should obviously occupy the spare one, then, but they could've stayed by Jason and Frank's, anyway. It seemed to fit well with the drakon and spartus, though. Apparently, they didn't agree to spend the night with someone other than their masters.

The bed covers were almost entirely fine, but from up close, they looked pretty awful. He had somehow managed to wrap himself in them, all while dreaming about an angry Kymopoleia as she drowned him underwater for failing to give her the action-figure-respect and expertly designed brochures she'd yearned for.

"Where are my personalized figurines? The advertisements should be everywhere by now!" the goddess cried dramatically, slapping him around.

Turns out, Jason was just being hugged to death by a bunch of covers. Yep. Not suffocating in sea at all. He looked like a blanket mummy. Weird minor deities and their problems.

"Please don't curse me," he immediately thought after making the slightly insulting remark.

"Dude," Frank said, surprising him by his sudden entrance. He just got out of the bathroom, wearing a red polo and simple black jeans, his praetor and legion badges carefully pinned on the upper right side of his shirt. He was scanning the Hypnos-like war zone of bed covers, shaking his head. "You're a messy sleeper."

"You think?" Jason replied, grinning. "I already knew that, Zhang."

"We ought to clean this up before the girls come in and check," he shrugged. "They won't be happy."

"Affirmative." Jason nodded. "Got to take care of the reputation and all, wouldn't want them whispering to themselves and say..."

"'Boys.'" Frank imitated, rolling his eyes and striking a very funny pose.

"Exactly." Jason smirked, and ended up laughing.

They started folding the blankets and fixing the beds, which, Jason noticed, were equally disastrous. Frank arranged the comforters while morphing into strange animals, but he didn't exactly know how it helped. Maybe the son of Ares was just feeling extra active today. Who knows? Demigods could be like that sometimes. By 10 in the morning, everything was already neat and orderly. The beds and the floor looked sane enough, the pillows and covers made nicely and perfectly put. Frank and he high-fived each other as if this were a great accomplishment. You'd never tell with 'boys'.

There was a momentary knock on the door, and the girls and Damasen and Bob appeared as expected.

"Morning!" they all chanted excitedly in unison.

"Morning," Frank and Jason replied less enthusiastically.

"Well?" Piper asked.

"Uhh...?" Jason raised his brows.

"Come on!" Hazel said to Frank, half dragging the praetor along, while Piper did the same to him. "We've got to go to Central Park!"