Jason's POV (had to do it)
Siting on the worn leather chair, I watched over Leo who was sprawled over the matching couch. Rachel's living room was a very modern compared to the state of the kitchen. There was a large black couch (the one Leo is occupying) pushed up against the wall that was shared with the kitchen. A leather lazy boy chair to the left of it that was facing the TV (seeing a pattern here, also, I may not know Rachel very well, but her choice in furniture/furniture placement seemed too masculine) had a stand for a remote and little rings from many drinks. The coffee table was filled with art magazines and paint supplies. Then to top it off, there was a huge bay window overlooking many other apartment buildings and shops. The dark cream colored walls were surprisingly clean accepted for a few stray paint spatters.
Dark clouds could be seen outside the window gathering mirth as they spread across the state of New York. It had been hours since we arrived at Rachel's and it was getting dark. Wisps of leaves danced through the air. A cyclone of them sprouted out every once in a while, then dissipated just as quickly. It was as if the sky was holding its breath, waiting for its signal to start its thundering. My dad didn't seem to be in a good mood. But then again, I wasn't either. I felt as if I was waiting for something to happen. But today had been hectic as it was, I don't need any more surprises.
Leo snorted a little on the couch, rolling over and changing his position from lazy lying on his back, to his stomach. He had a small slurp of drool leaking its way down his chin. I smiled a bit, looking at my friend. Even when sleeping, he can make others laugh, and that takes some major skill.
Piper and Rachel had gone into the bathroom a while ago. Talking, I guessed was what they were doing since I could hear part of conversation. Annabeth had gone out to get some more first aid supplies. We didn't need any at the moment because Leos head was looking more and more normal. But she insisted, I went along with it, she looked in need of some air to clear her head.
I reclined a little, my back hurt from dragging Leo up four or five flights of stairs, that and the chair was worn just enough to be unbelievably soft but firm. It seemed as if somebody had perfected the way of having a chair that was both comfortable and brand new. Closing my eyes I sighed in comfort, leaning my head back. Yep, this is nice.
"Comfortable, are we?" came a voice in front of me, they sounded highly amused. My eyes bolted open (ha! pun) only to lie upon my beautiful girlfriend, Piper. She had one hand on her hip, smirking at me through her eyelashes. She did annoy in such a way that made it very sexy.
Piper was wearing some new clothes I think Rachel got her since the t-shirt had a picture of a blue whale, and at the bottom it read 'Kill the krill, save some whales'.
I just shrugged and smiled at her, like a 'what can you do' sort of way. She signed and blew a piece of stray hair out of the way. She then turned to me and smiled in a way that made my heart beat faster in my chest. She then as sneakily as she could, walked around me, turned and planted herself firmly on my lap, her feet dangling over the edge of the lazy boy. I made sort of a scarred woodland creature sound as she landed on my thighs, though; I think that was her intention. Kissing my already pink cheek, she smiled at me and made herself more comfortable. She didn't get to move much because my lips were attached to hers in a heartbeat.
She gasped, allowing me to swipe her bottom lip with my tongue. This is a little wild for us, to be honest; I don't know why I did it (though it was probably in my genes, thanks dad). Our relationship has always been kind of kind of like a glass vase; new, fragile and easily breakable. My thoughts kind of melted when she started to kiss me back rapping her arms around my neck. My body stated to feel warm all over, Piper always seemed to do that. We got a little more heated until we were practically making out.
Our wonderful moment ended too soon when someone cleared their throat. We slowly pulled apart, I was looking into her eyes, at the moment they were almost blue. She stared back at me, both of us regaining our breath.
"Well, you two now need to be watched. I can't leave you alone for five minutes without one of you jumping the other. You're almost like freaking bunnies! I swear, almost as bad as my roommate…" the last part Rachel mumbled. She smirked at us from across the room. Her fiery hair was pulled back in a messy pony tail. She looked like she did just a few days ago when we left for California. But somewhere inside I knew this was a different Rachel, she seemed to have a different aura of some sort. I thought this girl was confusing as the oracle, now the feeling has tripled.
"So… Before Annabeth left for CVS, she told me that you two were demigods. Who are your parents?" Rachel glided across the space between us and sat on the corner of the coffee table. Her expression went from a smirk to curious in a matter of seconds.
"Oh, well, my mom is Aphrodite, the Goddess of love, and Jason's dad is J- I mean-Z-" Piper looked at a loss for words not knowing which to say. I mean, Rachel may not yet know about roman demigods. During our brief exchange of information, the topic had not come up. I geuss now explaining my parentage would be a little harder now.
"My father is… Zeus…" I thought that using the Greek name would help in this situation. I thought wrong.
Rachel's jaw slacked. She then stared at me as if I had just come out of a horror movie. Her mouth moved but not sound came out of it. It was then that I remember Annabeth telling me that the big three decided to not have kids because of the first Big Prophesy. I sincerely hoped she hadn't known about that. Or worse, that the big prophesy has already happened and she thinks I somehow cheated to get out of it. I just about face palmed at my level of idiotic behavior. Why did I have to say that? I could have said I was unclaimed or something. Then again, parent claim their children at thirteen… I mentally growled. I was starting to get a migraine from my internal rant.
She opened her mouth, but she had no time to reply. The front door opened and closed with a loud SLAM! The whole building must have felt it. I am surprised it didn't even wake up Leo. I then heard key being placed on the counter in the kitchen and incoherent grumbling. Rachel was as still as a statue. The expression on her face read 'oh Crap'. Then a dark tall figure emerged from the shadows that lead to the hallway. Piper quickly scrambled off my lap, and put a hand on her dagger. I stood up and stared at the person before me, assessing them. I was seeing if they are (most likely) a threat.
He was about 17 or 18, maybe older, though he looked to be in his late teens. His height was about the same as mine, maybe another inch from his black combat boots. His shoes were coated with what looked to be soot. The dark jeans he was wearing were ripped, and they sagged just a little. As if the pair of pants had at one time fit, but was worn out and exhausted from all their usage. A studded belt hung loosely off his hips, tilting more to the left, giving him a disheveled look. He had on a t-shirt that was the color of clouds before a storm, the sleeves cut off at the shoulders, frayed and ripped. A leather jacket was being taken off to reveal long, lanky arms with toned muscles. His body movements suggest that he is tense and ready to spring into action.
Wristbands from concerts and artists I have never heard of drooped off his arms. They covered his radius. Jet black hair was fashioned on a lazy Mohawk, with slight streaks of blue. It gave it kind of a blue tint, it blended in with the dark shadows behind him. It was longish, reaching past the top of his ears, a few midnight black strand fell onto his forehead and into his eyes. The sides were cut closer to his head, giving him a 'bad boy' appearance. With that pale skin tone it was easy to see the spray of freckles across his nose. He had very angular features, hardly any soft lines on his face except for his mouth. He had high cheek bones followed by a strong but relaxed jaw line. Setting the jacket on the end of the couch you could see him tense. His body was very lean and muscular, like a skater boy. But the aura around him screamed "DANGEROUS! CAUTION, I MAY STRANGLE YOU IF YOU ANNOY ME!"
Oddly, that's not what scarred me the most. It was his eyes. An almost white kind of electric blue that made you want to duck and cover. The intense amount of color in his eyes made them look explosive. They looked us over for any weaknesses. It looked like he was scanning our souls with his irises. Almond shaped, almost to the point of perfection, those eyes seem to shock you when they stared to glare.
The guy looked at Rachel, not one bit surprised that we are here. He seemed to be a little angry, but looked more frustrated and tired. I could relate to that.
Then, all the sudden he looked to Piper and his mood seemed to darken even more.
"Look, whatever you want, you going to have to find it somewhere else. I am not helping you after what happen at the bridge. So it would be better if you just left." He spoke with a hint of seniority, but the exhaustion was evident in his voice. Despite how tired he looked, I was not going to get away with him talking to Piper like that. Who the hell did this guy think he is?
Piper beat me to it though. She seemed to be a little angry, but more confused. She studied him closely, her eyes distant. When she spoke, it sounded like she was deciding between anger and curiosity. "Do I know you?"
"Ha, ha, ha…" he said with no laughter in his voice. "Go back to base before something go's wrong, and they find us. Do you not realize how many times I have had to more to get away from them? I am not letting you lead them here. So you better have one kick ass explanation as to why you show up at my house, and take advantage of Rachel's hospitality."
He was scowling at us now; he didn't take one look at Leo.
Now he is looking at me but I am at a loss for words. How am I supposed to explain what happened to this guy. Somehow he already knew Piper, and apparently they are not best friends. What's this about a bridge? How does he know us or Rachel for the matter? She did say she had a roommate, though, I didn't expect it to be a guy… The dude keeps staring at me.
He sighs, as if he has done this before. "Piper, whatever trouble you're in, you're going to have to find help somewhere else. I'm not here to give you money for Gods know what. Please, take the blond boy-toy, and get out."
Um, WHAT did he just call me? This guy is on my last nerve now. I don't care if he is Rachel's roommate or not. I am not a, um, whatever he just called me! I glared at the guy and was about to say some not very choice words when he glared back. Our eyes locked, and I was sent down memory lane.
He had that shade of eyes, that determined look, and the 'mess with my friend and you mess with me' look on his face that was so familiar. Where had I seem him before? The punk like cloths, and strange band names… a picture of a cave came into my mind, filled with wolves. Then it hit me faster than my father's lightning bolt. (AN: love that line)
"Do you happen to, by any chance, know Thalia?" It was a long shot, but he really reminded me of her, though in more of a guy sort of way.
He was taken aback by my random outburst. Then I could see his eyes studying me more closely. A few seconds later his eyes widened to an almost comical size. I couldn't tell if he is surprised or terrified of me. He took a step forward, leaning a little as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Jason?" he asked. His voice was barely above a whisper.
"Yes, and how do you know me or Piper?" I said this in a more controlled voice, keeping my thought hidden about the whole Thalia thing. Then the strangest thing happened.
He surged forward and every one tensed. Then he hugged me, as if I were a long lost friend. Well, this is awkward. I slowly hugged him back. I could see Rachel visibly relax. Piper looked worriedly at the guy, wondering what caused his dramatic mood swing. He them pulled back, and his smiling face fell.
"You don't remember me, do you Jason?" he said in a smaller voice than I thought possible. He looked as if I just kicked his puppy, which seemed odd, what did I do?
"Um… should I?" I asked him while raising one eyebrow.
"Jason, my name is Percy Jackson. I am your brother."
So theres that chapter. was it too slow? i need suggestions... REVIEW! Oh, while reading this i had a total star war fan giggle at the end. What can i say, I am a nerd, and i am proud. I NEED MORE REVIEWS PEOPLE! TELL MER WHAT TO WRIGHT!