Dealing with the Golden Boy.

Ten- Percy

His deep chuckles fill the private kitchen as I hoist my yoga clad legs onto the ingredient covered counter. My still hurt from his fingers of death. That and the still healing bruise. I wince as something brushes against my side and I feel it retract just as quickly as it came. I look up seeing Toby's apologetic face.

"I'm fine." I assure him

"No you're obviously not, I hurt you didn't I?" He practically deflates as he asks.

"Yes, I'm wounded to the bottom of my heart and back, I'm in so much pain I think I might faint-" I trail off as my eyes close and I collapse into Toby's chest.

"Oh gosh Percy!" He shrieks as is start laughing, leaning heavily onto Toby for support.

"Percy! That isn't funny!"

"I do beg to differ governor." I tease in early English accent.

"Percy now that's just low, your making fun of my ancestors, dead people Percy!" But this time I can tell he's about to start laughing too.

"Yeah yeah dead is dead." I deadpan, waving it off with my hand as I jump off the counter.

He snickers, grabbing some wash cloths and handing one to me as we clean up the room. Ricardo walks in, taking in the room and our cloths before letting out a laugh from somewhere deep in his throat.

"Want me to get Carla to make you some cookies? She's our bakery, amazing in the kitchen let me tell you."

Toby shrugs, looking at me.

Suddenly I'm slightly shy, simply nodding and shrugging.

Ricardo gives me a white smile, leaving us in the little kitchen room. I shake my head, warning Toby not to say anything. He gives me a small smile, carefully wrapping his arm around my tiny waist. His warmth radiates into my side as I force myself to lean away. He just lets his arm drop to his side, tucking them into his pockets.

No awkward aftermath.

I practically scream in joy, cause I seriously crumble under awkward situations.

Not five minutes later Ricardo marches back in, handing Toby a plate of steaming chocolate chip cookies and two glasses of milk. I smile at Ricardo, taking one for myself before handing another to Ricardo. He shakes it off but eventually takes it despite the fact that my germs have probably contaminated it by now. Finally me and Toby clamber back up the three flights of winding stairs.

"I need to check on Sarah first." Toby tells me.

"Ok." I nod quietly.

"You ok?"

"Fine."

"Do you know what fine actually stands for?"

"A feeling of not great but nothing actually is wrong?"

"Freaked. Insecure. Neurotic. Emotional."

I stare at the floor, not answering as he twists the doorknob of Sarah's room when he hears her talking.

"Sarah?" He asks

"Hey Toby!"

"Who you talking to?"

"My friend. Her name is Siri."

Toby turns and looks at the iPhone laying on the bed beside her. His face contorts into sadness, worrying and pity. I take that opportunity to run into the room, shouting Sarah's name.

"Percy!" She screams, jumping into my arms, forgetting about her phone best friend.

"Are you still being my fairy?" She asks