Author's Note:
This is the first story I've ever actually put on here. Hopefully it doesn't completely suck. Reads and reviews would be appreciated.
Obviously I own nothing, or I wouldn't be working two jobs.
Percy sat down heavily on the couch, dropping his head into his hands. His entire persona radiated defeat, and he couldn't bring himself to change it. The entire situation was screwed up and he didn't know how he was going to fix it. How did you fix something like this? Did you get a card? Buy some flowers? He could only imagine how that would go.
'Hi! I bought you this card that says sorry I got you pregnant with some flowers to make everything better!'
Cue getting punched in the gut and then door being slammed in his face.
He didn't even know HOW it happened!
…
Well that wasn't entirely true; he knew how, just not why.
He sighed heavily as he flopped backwards onto the couch. He stared at the ceiling, not really seeing anything. He was trying to come to terms with the fact that he was going to be a father, and it wasn't really clicking. He couldn't place himself in a home with a wife and kids; he wasn't old enough! Kids were a far off concept, an after-college thing that was still a few years off. He was barely 22! He wasn't ready to raise a family!
He groaned and buried his face in his hands again. He needed to stop acting like a spoiled child; Sally Jackson had raised her son better than that. Realistically, he had known as soon as he was told this was something he was going to handle and take care of properly. What kind of man would he be if he just ignored it? One just like his own absentee father? No thank you.
He groaned again, finally pulling himself off the couch and standing with a new conviction. He grabbed his keys and started heading for the door, bound and determined to travel across the country that moment to see her face to face. He would go to the airport, get the earliest flight out, and show up at her apartment…
After he actually packed. He looked down and realized he would need to get dressed as well.
Okay, new plan. He would shower, get dressed, and THEN go to the airport. He also needed to call his mom, not to tell her about the baby, but to at least let her know he was going out of town. And he also needed to leave a note for his roommate so Grover didn't freak out when he didn't come home…
He stopped and took a deep breath. Everything would be fine.
He could do this.