Hoodie (A Percico Fanfic)

(POV: Percy)

I shouldn't feel this way about Nico. This is the way I felt about Annabeth when we were just 12 years old. This is that heart-stopping, breathtaking, dizzying, stomach-fluttering sensation that I thought only one person could stir up in me. Until now. "Jackson? You okay?" he asks. "You look as pale as me- and that's saying something." "I'm fine. Just thinking." He twists the skull ring on his finger, as if he's nervous. "Look at me." I say. "None of it happened. Okay? You're here, you're alive, it was just a dream, you're going to be okay." He nods, and shivers so violently I think for a split second he's having a seizure. I toss him a hoodie from my drawer, which gains a very puzzled look. I point out that he was shivering, and he slowly nods and puts on the hoodie. It's massive on him, making us both laugh. Then he stops and says, "Percy?" I'm sure the look on my face must be hilarious, but he says, "Thanks. For this," tugging the hem of the hoodie, "for waking up so late at night just for me, for... everything." Actually, I was already awake. I was thinking about him. But I don't say that. Instead I grin and reply, "Hey, you jumped in front of hydra poison for me. It's the least I can do." He smirks, says he has to go, and starts to pull off the hoodie. I stop him before I can think, then cover it up by saying, "Keep it. That way you have a little extra nightmare shield." It's so cheesy, and it probably doesn't pair well with my awkward smile, but he just simply lets the hoodie slip back down over his slim figure and leaves with a quick goodbye. I'm left with one thought: I have to break up with Annabeth.