Hey guys! This fanfic is based on real life situations, except the adventures, of course. I hope you like this! Warning: Some characters are very OOC. I want to make my fanfic kind of original. :)

And because she's asking for it, I'm acknowledging Nemithellie's help. She helped me with the characters and stuff, so thank you. Nemithellie, happy? :|

Anyway, here's chapter one!

It's a beautiful September morning. The sun had just risen, birds are chirping, the wind is blowing gently, trees are swaying... ah, paradise. Very few people are walking, the houses are very silent, the subdivision is peaceful and...

A lot of cars are honking loudly, Percy thought miserably. And there's traffic.

And he didn't realize he said it aloud.

"Oh, come on, Perce," his little brother, Tyson, told him. "You can't look at everything and pay attention only to its negative side."

"I am not paying attention to the negative side," Percy snapped. "I'm seeing the problem. We're late, there's traffic, it's so noisy and you're too busy tying your shoelaces." he added.

Tyson looked up at him. "Aren't problems supposed to be negative?" he asked his older brother.

Percy sighed. "Nevermind," he muttered. "Forget that we ever had that conversation." he bent his knees. "Anyway, let me do the tying."

Percy Jackson is not usually a hothead. In fact, he knows how to control his temper. But, who knew that being a fifteen-year-old freshman-to-be who was on his way to school with his twelve-year-old brother can be so stressful? Especially if his brother can't even tie his shoelaces.

Percy stood up. "There," he said with a fake smile. "Done."

Tyson beamed. "Thanks, Percy!" he exclaimed. "You're the best!"

Percy sighed and put on another fake smile to please his brother. "Yeah," he mumbled. "Let's just walk now. Please?"

Tyson clapped his hands enthusiastically. "All right!" he said. And they started walking.

Percy often wondered if he and Tyson are really siblings. His hair is jet-black, Tyson's hair is brown. His eyes are sea green, Tyson's are brown. He's skinny, Tyson's super large. He gets bored easily, Tyson never gets bored. He loves peace and silence, Tyson adores noise and war. etc. etc.

Though Tyson gets into Percy's nerves all the time, Percy loves his little brother. Besides, if Tyson wasn't born, who would cook for them when their parents are not home? Who would fix their home appliances? Who would remind Percy of his assignments and projects?

Percy sighed. There are really advantages and disadvantages about everything.

Suddenly, Tyson took Percy's hand. Percy looked at him with a half-annoyed, half- wondering expression. "What?"

Tyson was shaking. Like it's not weird enough for a six-foot guy like him to feel small or anything. "You know I can't cross the street," he whispered.

Percy groaned at his childishness, but there's no point in complaining. Five years ago, Tyson almost got hit by a ten-wheeler truck while crossing the street alone. Actually, he did got hit. The impact could've killed him, but under mysterious reasons, all he got was a bruise on his left arm. Talk about being lucky. Since then, Tyson never crossed the street alone.

Percy squeezed Tyson's big hand and they began crossing the street. The red light's on, Percy thought. We can cross the street without scaring Tyson. Everything's gonna be ok. But he didn't know that the green light was on now and a black limo is about to hit them.

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