Chapter 2: It's Your Friendly Neighborhood Boyfriend…Peter Parker

Percy Jackson:

Percy trailed down the sidewalk, a sullen face and head down. As a deep sigh escaped his lips, a wisp of the cold chill danced through the air. It's been about five months since the war ended for Percy, and five months without Annabeth. Even though he had a boyfriend now, and he loved him very much, the part of his heart that he gave to Annabeth was something that he couldn't get back.

He let out another deep sigh, his weariness catching up to his young body. He was tired, so extremely tired of everything. Percy was tired of getting up in the morning, tired of waking up to constant nightmares of holding Annabeth's bloodied body in his arms. He was tired of being tired.

Shifting his arms, he hugged himself, the cruel air not leaving an inch of skin untouched. As Percy continued on with his walk, he thought. He thought of what it would be like if Annabeth was alive, if she had survived the war. In the end, Percy still missed Annabeth. He missed the blonde hair and grey, stormy eyes. He missed her smile, the laugh that would make his heart skip so many beats. He missed the kiss she would give him every time he saw her, the warmth that she would give him. Living the life of a demigod (especially being one of the Big Three), it was tiring and oddly sad. However, Annabeth was the spark that made him happy.

When he was younger, Percy felt trapped, as if he was chained to the ground by the expectations that was laid on him. He was haunted by images of seeing his friends on the floor, not breathing. So, when he spent time with the daughter of Athena, he finally felt free. He felt like he could actually be happy. He wanted to fly, and she was his wings. So it was a big shock to him when he had lost his wings and had fallen out of the sky.

Percy ridded himself of those thoughts, a horrible guilt sword piercing his heart. He shouldn't think like this, not when he had Peter. Not when he had a boyfriend. Thinking of something else, he brought out the crumpled paper in his pocket; the shopping list. Percy stared at the letters, watching them disform into incomprehensible scribbles and lines. It was a game to him, to try and unscramble the letters, but as his head started to inch closer to pain, he crunched the paper into a ball and shoved it back into his pocket. Curse that stupid paper! He thought.

Noticing some teenage boys and girls coming his way, his heart started moving faster and he put his hood up. After the war, Percy's thoughts were about people or friends. They were a liability to him, and they were all annoying in his book, trying to get his attention and talk about stupid things like make-up or what person they slept with. It gave Percy a headache thinking about it. He didn't need anyone, Percy didn't need to see his mistakes everywhere he went.

Finally reaching his destination, Percy opened the gothic, black gate that opened to the cemetery, flinching at the loud screaming sound that the gates made. He walked to the side, buying flowers from a small store that a man had put up for people who couldn't afford expensive flowers at the malls. "Thank you," he whispered child-like to the seller as Percy told hold of the multi-colored roses and lilies in his hand.

Walking through the maze of graves, he finally spotted Annabeth's and the other demigod's tombstones. And near them, was Paul. Paul had died during the war, never being able to see his son come home. Sally had described it as a hit-and-run car crash, she said that Paul had died on impact and didn't feel any pain, much to the fortune of Percy. He didn't want Paul to feel any pain when he died.

Usually, any demigod's grave would be buried in Camp. But Percy and the other Seven made a pact; a promise. They all promised that they would be buried in this cemetery because as the sun would set, it would hit the tombstones, giving them a godly yet warm feeling. Not only that, but it had a perfect view of the sea. One could just stare at it, letting the waves wash utter calm over them. Percy smirked to himself as he remembered that pact that his friends had made when they were on the Argo 2, before their deaths.

"Hey guys," Percy started, his voice small and shy. "It's been a few months, hasn't it? After the war, um, it's kind of been hard without you guys here. I know that may seem selfish to say, but…I've been trying so hard; you know? I've been trying to get better. Mom was thinking of sending me back to anger management classes…again. She was also thinking of sending me back to therapy. But I won't, don't worry. Plus, we couldn't afford it. Everything's changed, Paul…he…left. And I also…may have gotten a boyfriend. You would have liked him Annie, he's the smartest kid in the whole school. He's different than the others at Midtown, he's…strange. He's so kind, and I…I'm sorry." Percy looked the floor shamefully, "I'm sorry I moved on without your permission. I…I-I'm so sorry." Percy's stopped talking as he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. Already knowing who it was, Percy turned around and hugged the person, tears still falling out of his eyes.

"It's okay, Percy. It's okay, I'm right here, and I'm not leaving." The person sank to the floor as Percy's collapsed from the strain he was taking. "Shh, it's okay, it's okay to cry. Just let it out."

"Peter," Percy cried as he clutched at his boyfriend's back.

"I'm right here," Peter comforted again, letting Percy shake in his arms. This wasn't exactly a normal occurrence, but Peter had experienced Percy's breakdowns enough times to understand what to do and when it was going to happen. Not that he enjoyed it, he thoroughly hated it, but he wanted to show Percy that he can tell him anything that was on his mind or his heart. He wanted to be there for Percy. Peter wanted him to feel less alone in the world.

Silence walked through the cemetery, Sadness being followed behind him. They left the two boys in the field, not wanting to touch them and break their hearts even more.

Percy and Peter lay on the floor, side-to-side. "Thanks Peter."

Peter shrugged aimlessly, "No problem. Sally told me that this might happen, so I was ready. Did you want to talk to your friends and dad again? Or are you finished?"

Getting up, Percy shook his head. "No, I finished. And, I don't really want to talk again. I might get another breakdown. And as much as I like it when you are hugging me, I don't want you to go through that again. I feel guilty enough that you have to take care of my shit."

Peter laughed and blushed at the pout that came on Percy's mouth. Kissing Percy's forehead, he responded: "Don't worry about it. I'm okay with hugging you every once and a while. Plus, I've noticed how exhausted you've been these past few days. Also, I'm going to talk to Annabeth. So if you want to watch, then you can." Peter walked back to the tombstone Percy was originally at, Peter bowed in respect. "Annabeth Chase, I would like to thank you for being there for Percy for all those years. I know that you both dated and that you protected him, but now, will you allow me to protect him. He is the best boyfriend that I can ever have, and he's helped me through so much. So, if you haunt our asses, please haunt mine because Percy doesn't deserve it. He—ouch! Alright alright!" Peter backed away from the grave when Percy punched him playfully.

"Hey, you want to go to Gwen's grave?" Percy asked, though his voice was dark, his eyes were playful and mysterious.

Peter shrugged, "Sure."

Both boys approached Gwen Stacy's grave, Percy coughing in act of saying a speech and Peter eyeing him from the side. "Hello Gwen," Percy started. "I would also like to thank you for being with dumb-ass Parker over here for all those years. Like damn, he's enough trouble for me and we've only been together for months. Ouch—haha, I was kidding! I swear…not really. Anyway! I promise you, Gwen Stacy, no matter what, I'll protect him. You can be at rest now. And I would rather not have you haunt his or my ass, even though Peter's ass is nice ouch—Parker! I swear to the gods!"

Peter laughed as Percy pouted, "C'mon. Sally gave you a shopping list, right? Well, instead of me translating it for you, we can go shopping together, plus, I need to buy some computer parts to fix this thing."

"'Thing,' nice Peter, love you being vague." Percy snorted.

"No, but you do love me." Peter's eyebrows raised, a blinding smile on his face as he pushed through the cemetery gates. This was the moment when Percy knew that even though he moved on from Annabeth, and even though he lost everything. He still had Peter.

Whooo! Updated early because I was able to re-write a couple new chapters, so this is nice. I don't know whether or not I should post another chapter for this Thursday. Do you guys want that? I can post again, but I usually like waiting things off so I don't stress myself. But I can post another chapter on Thursday if you guys want that, it will be fine. Anyway, when I was writing another chapter, I got so tired because like, I deleted and added so much shit that it's getting so tiring that I have to write all of that stuff. Trust me, I'm a really lazy person. And that sucks because being lazy but creative are two things that shouldn't be next to each other, but they are for me.

Also, I know that Percy still reminisces of Annabeth a lot. This chapter made him sound like he still loves Annabeth, he still does, but now its platonic, because he has Peter. Like, if Annabeth came back from the dead, Percy would love her like a friend because he doesn't like abandoning people. He also is perfectly happy with Peter, he loves him so much he would die for him. If the Percy/Annabeth scenes seem romantic, they are not. Trust me, there are such things as different gendered people being friends with nothing sexual between them.

I don't know what to say now. I had more planned to say, but I have forgotten. Whoops. Okay, bye.

-Kal
Valar Morghulis

P.S: Please vote Arya Stark for #GoTMVP on Twitter because she is honestly a bad-ass. Who else saw what she did with the Freys?! Come on, if that doesn't make her MVP, I don't know what else will. OKAY, RANT COMING: Can I honestly just say that I don't like Sansa Stark? She's the Disney princess gone wrong. She was so annoying during Season 1, and she still kind of (?) is. Like, BITCH DON'T YOU FUCKING INTERRUPT JON SNOW HE KNOWS HIS SHIT. And Lady Mormont bless her fucking soul she deserves the whole world for being the best princess ever. She trumps Sansa and that catagory because Sansa needs to stop having a rack attack with Jon. This has suddenly become a Sansa bashing thing? Well then, whatever. Anyway, Arya is boss, love her or else I will stop this fanfic and kill everyone in this fucking story.