The Weird World of Roy (Percy Jackson Fanfic)

Housing

*2 days earlier*

I hadn't expected such a reaction out of Nico as I thought I would. After the debacle inside of the big House, I'd joined Hazel and Nico to the Hades/ Pluto house where they both stayed. The air was clear and misty inside and smelt of fresh fruit, and felt as if weight dropped onto my shoulders as soon as I'd entered. I made a bee line towards the empty bed and sat on it while I briefly talked to Hazel. Nico was on his side reading from n old tattered leather book he had stacked next to his bed.

He hadn't uttered one single word in my presence so far, as if his mouth was glued shut with ultra tight super glue. And I hadn't minded until Hazel left to take a shower, which only left us two staring blankly into the deep void of space that was the royal purple comforters.

After an agonizing and awkward silence drifted through the room, I decided to make the first move and sat on the edge of his bed, rather than Hazel's. "I'm not exactly sure what to say.." My voice said, sounding scratchy and irritated.

Silence.

"If anything, I'd rather not bring up the.. You know.." I found it hard to talk, as I was at the brink of tears, "Obstacle."

Silence met me once more.

The silence that hung in the air comforted me in a way, as if Nico were listening to me, without judgement or ridicule. So I waited in a now comfortably state as I inched closer and closer to him, unafraid of what I was going to do next. I outstretched my arms and engulfed him into a slow hug as I started to cry softly.

I didn't want to ever see that place again.

I'd pretended to be so strong for so long, that I'd even convinced myself I was an unsympathetic, balanced person, when I was actually the exact opposite. The need to be understood burned so brightly inside of me that I'd denied its access entirely; denying myself over all. Who was I to complain about my puny hardships whilst these people I barely know have been through so much more? Who was I to feel so emotionally distant that I feel that I couldn't talk to one single person? I began to hate how selfish I was compared to everyone whose done way more than I have and have felt so much deeper than me.

My heart raced as the anxiety filled up in my lungs, catching me by surprise. I'm mentally freaking out, yet this boy not even two centimeters away from me had no idea what thoughts were racing through mind. Yet, I could tell he felt them, which made me grip him tighter. My hands started to clam as flashes of the dream implanted my brain, making me want to scream.

I could basically feel my sadness increase as my cries started to get harder and it felt as if my heart had been ripped through my rib age and stomped on by a million feet. I felt Nicos hands slowly touch my back, as if he was unsure what to do at such a surprising time. Then he gripped me as close as embraced him, nuzzling his head into my shoulder. Having each other in arms length, sharing mutual unspoken pain like that was exactly what I was missing.

We layed like that until I began to grow uncomfortable and tired, yet Nico never shifted or even made a single noise throughout the whole time span. I let go and wiped my eyes, looking at my palms, a bit overwhelmed by what I just did. I was glad I did it though.

And as we looked at each other before exiting, I could tell that he needed it too.

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**1 day earlier**

When Percy says i'll never let you go, im guessing he meant it. I had to ask one of the Hephestus kids to pry him off with a crowbar in order for him to get off. That was, after he'd slobbered all over my pillow instead of sleeping in his own disorderly bed.

So at the break of dawn, I grabbed my bookbag, filling it with my last essentials before turning towards a glossy eyed Percy. His face had been in a permanent frown since yesterday and our departure probably would make him even more upset. "I'll see you when I see you, I guess."