This one took much longer than usual, mostly because I just wasn't in the mood (and also because my computer erased it once). But I owe my readers plenty, so here goes. It's short, sorry.
Ch. IV:
Let's Keep Falling
The sun-soaked days go by, each one seeming a wonderful lifetime. Percy is happier than he can remember being in ages. They go for joyrides in the Maserati, and sometimes throw random crap over the sides.
Being with Apollo is easy, easier than it ever was being with Annabeth or Luke. He doesn't have to be smart, or strong, or anything he doesn't think he is but everyone else seems to see in him. It's just having fun and messing around. Apollo is like the kind of buddy he's never really had, another brother, and a make-out partner all in one. Which, admittedly, sounds a little gross. But it's not.
And admittedly he never really thought he'd be so into a guy. He wasn't really ever into Luke, he realizes. Not in the way he finds himself now, the roots reaching deeper and deeper through his veins; it's an addiction, a sugary-glowing one, but an addiction all the same, fed every time he runs his hands along the eldritch planes of his god's torso and every time his feet lift off the ground, defying Zeus.
He never wants to get off this ride.