(A/N: This story was taken from a challenge/assignment/whatever in Writing Magic (Gail Carson Levine) where I had to write a story beginning with "Be nice", my father said, "he is your brother, after all." There were other sentences, but of this one I thought, "Can these challenges, using totally normal sentences, GET any more PJO relevant?" Anyway, read, enjoy, oh, and please review.)
"Be nice", my father said, "he is your brother, after all." I groaned. Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Did I really just Iris-message my dad only for him to chew me out about the way I treated my (half) brother?
"But Dad", I protested, "he's-"
"He's my son, Percy. What more do you want?"
"He...he...oh, Dad, why did you have to claim him now? This is kind of a crisis time for me if you hadn't noticed. Luke is gone. Camp Half-Blood is in mortal danger. I just blew up another school, the cops are after me again, the last last last LAST thing I need right now is for all the other kids to turn their backs on me and start making fun of me because of HIM!"
"I thought you two were friends, Percy."
"Yeah, but that was before I knew he was a monster! I like him and all, but why did you..."
"Percy, are you just worried about your reputation?"
I stopped ranting and raving. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you're a hero now. The cool Big Three kid who didn't steal Zeus' lightning bolt last summer."
"Or I was! Until you decided to..."
"Perseus Jackson, I would suggest you watch it. I'm still your dad. And I have slightly more exotic ways of discipline than grounding you for the weekend."
I turned a little red. Sometimes I forget my dad is Poseidon. I mean, I can't really forget. But I really don't think of him like a dad all the time. "Sorry, Dad."
"Now you listen to me, Percy, you better start working things out with Tyson. Alright? I mean it-" He was cut off as the connection dissolved.
Hmph. That really wasn't worth a whole golden drachma. Now I only had three left. Better remember to cut down on the IM minutes.
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"Percy?"
"Yeah?" I hadn't even known Tyson was awake. Technically, I should've noticed. The guy snores like an elephant crossed with a sea lion. "What?"
"Annabeth's outside. She knocks really loud, Percy."
"Did you tell her I was on the phone?"
"We do not have phones, Percy."
"Whatever."
Knock. Knock. Knockknockknockknockknock. "Hellooooo! You getting up, Seaweed Brain?" That's when I noticed the sun was rising.
"I'm comin'!" I threw on my Camp HB t-shirt and got ready to run out the door. Tyson stared at me with his one brown eye.
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I sang/hummed a Skillet song as we walked to breakfast.
"I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin, I must confess that I feel like a monster..."
"Percy?"
"Yeah, Tyson?"
"Do you feel like a monster because I am your brother?"
The truth was I did, sometimes. But what I said was, "Nah, course I don't, big guy."
Dead serious, he said, "I am sorry for being a monster, Percy."
I remembered the conversation I'd had with my dad last night. He's my son, Percy. What more do you want? Yeah, what more can you want? I'd always wanted a brother... "Don't be sorry, big guy. If they don't like you...that's their problem." I grinned. "We're friends, right?"
"Yep", he said in his usual serious tone.