The Library (Pernico)

Chapter 12

Percy's POV

"You're in for the ride of your life." Nico grins. I laugh, then stand, helping him up. I try not to act Luke We had just been making out in his kitchen.

"So. You'll have to explain to me what exactly is going on." I muse. He rolls his eyes, picking up his coffee mug from the floor. He carries it into the living room, sitting on the couch Leo fixed up before he left. He sets the cup down on a coaster. His pale hands close around a white controller connected to a black box.

"We will start from the beginning." He announces, logging on to his profile on Xbox Live. I laugh. He glares at me, then continues setting up Netflix. I want to sit next to him, and hold his hand, and cuddle with him in the warm air of the apartment. But he's still setting up the TV. I try to scoot closer to him, but he pushes me away.

"I do believe that show outranks me on how much you like them." I pout, and he shakes his head.

"I've only known you for three months. I have known this show for......oh, around nine years. So yeah, the show ranks a little higher." He looks up from the controller, and over at me.

"But I still like you." He says.

"That's good. Because I was worried." I mock sarcastically. He scoots closer, finally, as the episode starting up. I wrap my arm around his shoulders, and he leans against me.

"Ever since I walked away from you in they park, I've wanted to kiss you. I really don't know how we got here." Nico says quietly. I place my mouth on his temple, and he sighs. I grin, resting my forehead on his temple. My chest is burning with a Desiree to kiss him, but I settle for this.

"I have never imagined this moment. Well, I have imagined cuddling with you, but never in the way that it only happened because of.........Your sisters accident." I sigh. He seems to tense up a little more.

"Yeah." He agrees quietly. I tighten my arm around him, turning to the television.

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"So......They didn't kill yellow eyes?" I look down at the black haired teen leaning into my chest. His back is pressed into my chest, his legs supported by the couch arms.

"Spoilers." He smirks.

"Great. You got me hooked." I mutter. We watch the next few minuets in silence, me running my hand through Nico's ebony hair, him intently focusing on the television. Then the door buzzer buzzes.

Bzzt. bzzzzt. BZZZZZZZZZZZZT.

We tried to ignore it, but it gets more persistent. And loud.

"Someone's here. And they really want in." He stands, walking over to his apartment door. He presses a button, resting his forehead on the wall.

"Let them up." He says into the buzzer thing. I frown. Its around five. I study his back while he drops his arm to the side. He pushes himself up off the solid mass and strides back over.

"Its your friends." He sits back down on the other side of the couch. I set my hands in my lap, shifting around so I have my feet flat on the ground.

"They're your friends too." I say quietly. He shakes his head, closing his eyes.

"Nico. They are. They love you, they love you because we are your family. We are here for you. Always. And I-" The door opens, cutting me off. Leo pokes his head in, hands covering his eyes.

"Is everybody clothed?" Leo asks, and I hear Jason laughing. I send a pillow sailing at his head. He grins at us, and I see Jason standing behind him, grinning. Leos hands are removed, and Jason laughs harder.