First, it was the hair dye.
Percy spun around in his black chair, holding two bottles, one in each hand.
"What color should I dye it?" He asked.
Nico looked up from his notebook, biting his lower lip in concentration.
"Oh C'mon," Percy rolled his eyes in a playful manner and gave another spin. "It's not that hard to choose one."
"Oh really?" The Italian raised an eyebrow, closing his notebook at the scent of slight disagreement. "Then you shouldn't need my help."
"Please, Neeks? C'mon I wanna try this new thingggggg," begged the tan boy with a pout.
A blush swept over Nico's cheeks at the sight of his best friend whining.
He easily covered it up by looking down at his notebook and acting as though he were writing something.
"Ugh, fine. Red. That's a vibrant enough color."
Percy immediately grinned and spun in his chair. "Thanks, Neeks! You're the best."
The Italian rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.
"I'm guessing you're gonna need help with the actual process?"
Percy nodded already making his way towards the bathroom.
"You know me so well."
Nico sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
"I know."
He could have sat there forever; thinking of everything that has happened in his life to get him to the point where he was right now. Not if a bad way, no. But trying to see what good deed he had done to have someone like Percy in his life.
Those damn sea-green eyes piercing straight to his soul. He could ask and Nico would be at his beg and call.
Nico didn't really know when he fell for the idiot, but he had fallen hard. Hard and deep.
"Nicooooooooo!" A voice yelled from the bathroom. "Hurry up!!"
The Italian sighed with a small smile.
Percy Jackson will certainly be the death of him.
AN//
Hey guys
So I'm attempting another percico since I've had a rough draft of this and I'm feeling in a writing mood
Lmao ok so I don't promise constant update for those who care?
I'm very easily distracted so if I can and want to, I will
YOU ARE READING
Lose Yourself _percico_
FanfictionFirst, it was the hair dye. Maybe it was more than that. Maybe it was just supposed to be reckless fun. Or maybe... It was always more than that.