Friends With Mental Issues (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

A Piece of Firewood

   It had been three days since Percy had talked to Chiron and Mr. D. Since then, Mr. D had left (Percy had thanked whatever gods that may exist... obviously Percy and Dionysus were the best of friends), Chiron had said nothing more on the topic of more therapy sessions, and Reyna had brought in a very 'special' case of Kool-Aid. It was the type where you could actually taste the diabetes in it. Which is the best kind.

   And, apparently, Leo thought so, too.

   Currently high on Kool-Aid, Leo bounced around the hang out room, annoying pretty much everyone except for Hazel. But then again, Hazel was Hazel, so chances are she was very annoyed, but knew how to hide it.

   Nico, however, was the very opposite.

   "Leo, shut the fuck up! There is no such freaking thing as the Valdez-inator!" Nico shouted as Leo hopped around. Leo was not listening. At all. By this time, Percy noticed, Nico was practically breathing fire. Which kind of made Percy feel all nice and warm inside, since Nico had been a complete ass to him ever since he'd arrived. Seeing someone annoy Nico to no end was like eating the best blue pancakes that were drowned in syrup to Percy.

   That is, until Nico snatched Leo's buzzer from his hands and threw it straight at Leo's face.

   There were exactly three seconds of silence until panic broke out. "Oh, my gosh!" Hazel screamed, rushing over to Leo's unconscious body. Piper was cackling while Jason tried to calm her down. Annabeth was rubbing her forehead, like she was finally realizing that she was friends with the weirdest people. Frank was cackling alongside Piper, but no one was there to calm him down, since Hazel was fretting over Leo. Nico had this strange type of smirk on his face, like he had committed a crime and was very proud of himself.

   Percy made a mental note to not get on his bad side.

   In the midst of the pandemonium, the thought of the therapy sessions crossed Percy's mind. Maybe it was the fact that everyone looked completely mental right now, but Percy suddenly was thinking about what that douche Mr. D had said. If he didn't do his job, Chiron might kick him out, and he'd never be able to see the seven, Reyna, or Grover ever again, unless they met by some chance on the street, which was highly unlikely. Percy didn't exactly like that thought.

   He stood up and walked over to Frank, who was wiping tears from his eyes from laughing so much. "Come with me," Percy instructed, helping Frank up. Frank raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything about Percy's sudden assertive-ness.

   Once they were out of the room, Frank leaned casually against the wall, looking down at Percy with an innocent look on his face. "What's up?"

   "Recently, Chiron's been on my case about not doing therapy or something like that. On my mental list of names, you're the next one." Frank's shoulders sagged a little, and it kid of looked like a bit of the guard he'd held up until now had dissolved. "You know a quiet place we can be?"

   "Sure." Without saying anything else, Frank led Percy down the hallway with all the patients' rooms. When walking down this hallway, Percy always liked to look at the designs on the doors. Because this was an open facility, they allowed patients to draw or write on their doors, as long as it was nothing negative. Most of the time, the patients doodled their names and drew little designs around it, but other times, the doors were filled with words. And even rarer still, the doors were covered with artistic drawings of stuff.

   Frank's was one with tons of artistic drawings of different animals, all drawn to be in a somewhat angry demeanor. Percy raised an eyebrow. Frank was always so calm and kind of subdued; he was rarely ever angry. And when he was, Percy always made sure to steer clear of him. Frank was huge and kind of scary, but in the teddy bear type way.