And so we meet again!
There isn't too much to say about this one.
Still don't own any of the characters, that honour remains with Uncle Rick.
Chapter 2: The Bachelor Pad
Percy hurried down the dull sidewalk, rain pounding down on him, soaking into his clothes and reflected on how much it sucked that despite having awesome godly powers that prevented him getting wet, for the sake of a few New Yorkers who probably weren't even looking at him, he had to get drenched. With a grunt he tramped up the stairs, wet shoes squeaking loudly on the floor and began churning through his pockets for his key. "Aha!" he muttered dryly; "The object of my desires."
A few seconds later he was stumbling into his apartment; tired, hungry and possibly with pneumonia, longing only for some well deserved peace and quiet, only to find someone else singing loudly and tunelessly in the kitchen.
"But I set fiiireeee to the raaaain! Because I am really coooool..."
Yanking off his saturated jacket and placing it on the hook with a jerk Percy turned the corner into the kitchen and greeted his roommate with a glare that had been known to send grown Minotaurs crying for their mamas.
"Those aren't the lyrics."
On Leo, however, his death glare had no effect.
"This is the improved version, you know with all the notes Adele couldn't hit."
"And neither can you apparently." Percy snapped glancing around the tiny kitchen which wasn't looking too good, what with the empty packaging and wrappers strewn all over the floor and a white powder he hoped was flour covering the entirety of the worktop.
"What the Hades Leo? This place look as though a bomb hit it."
Leo turned away from his pan and waved a wooden spoon at him "Which is an improvement on the usual, how?" he gave Percy a moment to mentally process the pink 'Kiss the Cook' apron before continuing."I'm cooking dinner!" he announced with a flourishing gesture at the surrounding chaos, "Fajitas!"
Previously the son of Poseidon had been annoyed, now he was seriously ticked off.
"Did I say you could cook?" he demanded coldly.
"Perdón? It's not in the house rules!" Leo said defensively pointing to the piece of paper taped to the fridge:
House Rules for Leo
No spontaneous bursting into flames
If anything breaks you fix it
No drug stashes
No eating all the food
Percy turned his head back to Leo; "It is now." He said simply before heading to the doorway.
"Dude! That's not fair- I made the tortillas' myself!" Leo yelled after him.
"Oh well that's okay then." He called over his shoulder, voice dripping with sarcasm.
The son of Hephaestus caught up with him and fixed his big, brown puppy-dog eyes on the older boy. "What was that for?" he asked in an injured tone.
For a second Percy considered pushing past but then gave in with a sigh, "Look, I've just had a bad day, that's all."
"Everyday's a bad day with you."
For some reason that stoked up his irritation, "Well first of all I slept in and was late for college, as if the lecturers need another reason to hate me, then I missed the bus and had to walk the whole way home, in the lashing rain which I have to get wet in, and when I finally get here I find you singing and wrecking the apartment and generally annoying the hell out of me. And every second I stand here, dripping wet, pneumonia becomes all the more likely."He exhaled, "Happy?" he knew he was being unfair but he really was not in the mood for some deep bonding session with Valdez, all he wanted right now was a hot shower and then some crappy reality show so he could take the piss out of someone else's life for a change.
The hurt flashed in Leo's eyes for second and then he stepped back and shrugged, "Totally. Thanks for the optimism Jackson." He glanced back at the contents of the pan and groaned. "Well I annoy you and you burn my chicken, I guess we're even."
With another sigh Percy shuffled out of the kitchen, back to Leo.
That was when the fajita cooking blacksmith dropped the grenade; "It's really none of my business, but I'd like to point out that Annabeth has left you, and she is not coming back. You can mope around all you like but it's not going to bring her back and quite frankly Percy, no one wants to know you when you're being a miserable ass like this."
For a second both demigods froze and tensed; Leo struggling to believe he had just said what he had just said and Percy seriously considering giving his roommate a taste of riptide, but then the words really sunk in and Percy's shoulders slumped. "Whatever. Like I care what you think." He murmured slouching down the hall and into the bathroom slamming the door.
A few moments later the shower started running.
Leo pursed his lips and surveyed the mess he had made. "Shit."
And that's that!
Does it make me a horrible human that i really enjoyed writing bitchy Percy?
Whatever. I'm off for tea.
See y'all soon.