Flashbacks of Little Percy

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It's not than fun to be his sister, ya know.
Yea, sure. You get to be the sister of some famous hero but, it doesn't mean you get to be the sister of a nice and supportive brother.

He was nice around everyone else which made me wonder, why couldn't he be the same with me?

Okay so, maybe in your opinion, he is nice, sweet, caring, loving, supportive, and all that shit. But for me? Not so much.

Luke grabbed my wrist and ran, dragging me along with him into the woods. Rude, I was still talking. Well, in my mind.

Ok so, y'all are probably thinking like "Wow, so she's just hating on her brother?"

Well yes, I am. But it doesn't matter because all of what I say, are facts. Okay? F a c t s.

He used to be nice to me. He used to be there for me. When we were younger, he would always comfort me when I was sad. If I got hurt, he would always help me and make me feel better. But when we grew older, I don't know, he just...changed.

I don't know why and I wish he hadn't. Everything would be better right now if he was the same ol' Percy that loved me.

Oh? Ya wanna know about my relationship with my other brother, Tyson? Yea, sure. I'll tell you.

When we first met him, he was nice and sweet. And 'til now, he still is.

He's sweet, caring, and well...with mine and Percy's help, he doesn't give a shit about people who make fun of him for being a Cyclops. Not many people make fun of him anymore since, he was with the one and only, Perseus Jackson when they saved the world from getting destroyed by Kronos(which I should have known was not the end of it all).

He's like past Percy, but better.

--------flashback time brought to you by Peppa Pig---------

I tripped over while I was messing around on my skateboard and a five-year-old Percy came running towards me, looking worried sick.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" I said, repeatedly.

I now had a bleeding knee which hurt bad and Percy was trying to get me to feel better.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered with a groan of pain as I was sat on the ground.

Our mom came running towards us and she had a very worried look on her face as she asked me, "Oh, honey, are you alright?"

"Yeah, mom, I'm fine. It's just a little scratch."

Percy reached up to our mom and asked for a band-aid. She gave him one and he put it on the scratch on my knee, then we sat on a bench.

"You're gonna be okay," he said to me with a smile.

"Well then, thank you, Dr Percy," I said, smiling a little bit.

He frowned.

"I don't wanna be a doctor," he said.

"Well then, what do you wanna be, kind sir?" I asked with a laugh.

"A hero like Hercules!" he spoke up, standing on the bench with his right fist in the air, aiming towards the sky(totally not a Hamilton reference by the author).

Our mom and I just gave him a soft smile but hidden in our eyes, was a sad feeling.

Mom decided to change the topic and move on back to my injury.

"Are you okay now, Y/N?"

I nodded and said, "Thanks to little Percy, I am."

---end of flashback and Peppa Pig leaves---
(bye Peppa)

We took a walk, a long walk.
Walking, talking, walking, talking, walking, and— you get the point.

After sunset, I ran back to our cabin.

"How was hanging out with your evil boyfriend?" asked Percy.

"He is not evil. Would you stop?" I said, clearly annoyed.

"Why should I?" he asked, as he got up.

"Because you're annoying as heck and I think I'd be better off if you would just shut the heck up!"

"Well, that's your problem, not mine!"

"Hey, guys, stop," Tyson said as he stood in between of me and Percy to stop us from killing each other.

Ah, see? He has good intentions at all times.

Percy just looked mad and annoyed at me but then he just sat back down on his bed anyway.

"Sorry, Tyson," I said as I sat back down on my bed, glaring evilly at Percy then looking away.

I just lay back down on my bed while thinking "He's finally back. I'm so happy..." "Thank the Gods he's okay." "Hope Percy doesn't plan to ruin everything".

While thinking, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓  ;   luke castellanWhere stories live. Discover now