Psychics and Mediums
xXxAnnabethxXx
I was running after Percy, but he was incredibly fast, and the streets were crowded to the breaking point due to the closing date of December twenty-fifth. I stopped on Fifth Avenue and looked around for the misunderstood, sea-green eyed boy who had never really trusted anybody. Except me, but that seemed a lifetime ago now, running after him, longing for him to trust me again.
I sighed when I was left with no other choice but to keep looking for him; I'd come this far.
I continued to walk down side streets, checking alleyways behind small businesses and cafés. I went into a few and asked if they'd seen or served a raven-black haired, sea-green eyed guy about 19 years old. After ten failures, I didn't have much hope at the eleventh diner. Nevertheless, I pushed the door open and trudged to a seat in the cheaply decorated building.
It was almost empty and pretty close to closing. A pretty girl that was probably my age or older grabbed a menu. "Hello, ma'am. My name is Silena, can I seat you?" I shook my head, and she stuffed the menu back into the wooden container it came from. "Then, what can I do for you?" I sighed and started out with what I'd asked all the others; If they'd seen Percy. She nonchalantly said, "Oh, yeah. Came in about ten minutes ago, ordered a blue Coke to go, and left." I almost jumped for joy. He'd been here. I fished around for some money and pulled out a twenty. "Here's for the trouble. Thanks." She gratefully took it and stuffed it into her faded, pink dress pocket. "Wow, thank you!" I smiled. "No problem. Merry Christmas!"(A/N: Apologies to anybody who doesn't celebrate Christmas.)
I left the diner, apparently named Delphi's Diner and Buffet, and continued down the way, towards Percy's old neighborhood, where he lived before his parents died.
I continued to walk until I saw him standing in front of his old home, the apartment building Sally and Paul Blofis used to live in. I didn't want to scare him, so I tried a gentle, slow approach. I stepped on a patch of ice.
Crack
Instead of running like a frightened deer, he casually stood there, sipping his Coke like he hadn't run all the way across Long Island Sound. I was nervous. Why should I be? Percy was my friend. He was. He isn't anymore, I reminded myself. I finally found my nerves.
"Percy?"
He didn't face me. "Percy, are you okay?" I slowly advanced. He was dangerous without his medicine. He won't hurt you. Just touch him first.
I gently brushed his hand. "Percy?" he grabbed my hand and held it like I was his and nobody else could have me. Then, he pulled me into a warm hug. Why? I had absolutely no idea. But I didn't care; I had wanted this for a long time and only realized it now, three days before Christmas.
The day his parents died.
