"So, this is the house," Stiles grinned proudly, gesturing to the worn-down home. Percy and the sheriff looked at each other in amusement before walking inside.

"This is cozy," Percy smiled but there was something off about his voice. His green eyes swept across the living room, seeming to take everything in at once, and his smile wavered at the family pictures. They zoomed in on the picture of three; a picture of when Stiles' mother was still alive.

"She's beautiful," He whispered softly, tilting his head. He looked at the picture a second more, a strange emotion flashing across his face, before turning away.

Stiles gave a small smile, blinking rapidly, before clearing his throat, "So, the kitchen is to the left over here and, um, the first door on the left is my room, then there's the bathroom, and the your room is the last on the left. Dad's is the one on the right."

"Thank you," Percy nodded before tilting his head. "I need to get some stuff from my car. I'll be right back."

Sheriff turned to his son when the nineteen year-old left, "So? How is he?"

"He's pretty cool," Stiles said happily, thinking of the Lamborghini ride. "He's nice and polite and caring and observant and-"

"I get it, I get it," John laughed, holding up his hand.

The door opened again and Percy walked in, a small black duffle bag over his shoulder. His sunglasses were perched on his head, pushing some strands of black hair back. He reminded Stiles of someone but he couldn't place who.

The nineteen year-old looked at them both for a moment, like he knew what they were talking about, before smiling, "I'm going to place my things in my room. I'll be down in a bit."

"Okay, you like burgers, right?" John asked, halting the man.

Percy grinned boyishly, eyes lighting up a bit, "Yes, sir."

"No 'yes, sir'. John is fine. Go put your stuff down. Dinner will be ready in thirty so feel free to do whatever until then."

"Thank you, John," Percy nodded, climbing the stairs.

Stiles dashed after him, going into his own room and flopping on his bed. He texted Isaac, fingers flying across the screen of his phone.

Stiles: Dude, your cousin is awesome!

Isaac: Really?

Stiles: Yeah, he said I could drive his LAMBORGHINI!

Isaac: That's so cool! Me too, right?

Stiles: Idk. You'd have to ask but I'm pretty sure he'd say yeah. You have a license?

Isaac: Working on it. Need more hours.

Stiles: Cool. I'm gonna text Scott. See ya tomorrow at school?

Isaac: Probably. See ya, Stiles.

Stiles quickly scrolled to Scott's contact, deciding to call him instead of texting. It was easier that way.

"Hey, Dude!" Scott answered, a smile in his voice. "I heard Isaac has a cousin!"

"Yeah, he's staying at my house 'til he gets a place of his own. He's pretty chill."

"Can I meet him? I need help on history anyway." Stiles could practically feel the puppy-dog eyes through the phone, "Help?"

"Yeah, sure, come over. Just, don't interrogate him. Erica's probably already going to do that anyway."

"Yeah, promise!" Scott hung up, probably jumping out of his window and running over to Stiles'.

"Scott's coming!" He called downstairs. He then went down himself, blinking in surprise when he saw Percy perched crisscrossed on the couch, a small sketchbook in his hands.

Isaac's cousin smiled up at him, closing the book before Stiles could see the picture. "Scott?" He tilted his head as he thought, "Your best friend?"

"Yup," Stiles grinned just as there was a knock on the door. That was probably Scott being respectable for Percy.

Said person walked in with a grin. The moment he opened his mouth, he started with, "Dude, you own a Lamborghini?!"

Percy blinked in surprise before actually bursting out laughing. His head tilted back and his eyes scrunched closed and he just seemed to glow and Stiles and Scott couldn't help but stare.

"Yes," The green-eyed boy said breathlessly, wiping a tear. "It's nice to meet you, Scott. My name's Percy."

Scott grinned, face pink, before greeting John, who came to say hello. "How do you have a Lamborghini?"

"I paid for it," Percy grinned, eyes full of mischief. "And that's all you need to know."

"So, what's going on with history?" Stiles asked and his friend immediately slung off his backpack.

"I need to write stuff on the Greek Gods but know nothing about them," The McCall sighed, flopping on the couch next to Percy.

"Well," Stiles scrunched his eyebrows together in thought, looking at a picture of the gods. "I know that Zeus is the olde-"

"Wrong," Percy, surprisingly, interrupted, green eyes focused on the textbook as well. "She," He tapped the drawing of a woman sitting next to a fire lightly. "Is the oldest."

"Really?" The two teenagers peered at the picture, as if that would tell them the reason why.

"Mmhm," Percy nodded. "Her name's Hestia and she's the goddess of the hearth, peace, and family." He paused when he noticed Scott taking notes.

"Who's the second?" The McCall asked.

"Hm, how 'bout I just name them for you?" Percy smiled and even Stiles booted up his laptop to take notes. "Next was Demeter, goddess of the harvest. Then there was Hera, Hades, Poseidon, Zeus, Persephone, Athena, Aphrodite, Ares, Hephaestus, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, and Dionysus."

"That's thirteen," Stiles noticed after he finished typing. "I thought there was only twelve Olympians."

"There is," Percy tilted his head to the side, like he was listening to something, before continuing. "Hestia stepped down and gave her throne to Dionysus since she didn't really want to rule with them. She's like their advisor and she likes sitting by the hearth, tending to the fire. She really is- was just a peaceful goddess."

"How do you know so much?" Scott wondered as he wrote that small bit of information.

"Eh," Percy shrugged. He grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief, like he knew something they didn't, "Greek Mythology's my life."

"Guys, food!" John called from the kitchen and the three stood up.

"I'll tell you more later," Percy promised and the two nodded enthusiastically.