notes: a collection of under-500 word things written for Yew's (whatever penname he's going by these days) BroTP Bootcamp- which is to say, things focusing on non-romantic friendship-family relationships. This set will be focusing on semi-regular updates rather than quality, so don't be surprised if a few of them make you want to smash your head against something.
requests are welcomed.
prompt: paper
pair: percy/nico
Two months into Nico's sudden and completely unexpected foray into high school, Percy Jackson found himself in the presence of an incensed teenager appearing from a corner of his bedroom. Again.
"This is stupid," Nico seethed, fully throwing a book on to Percy's bed.
"Ack!" Percy replied, and scrambled desperately for a T-shirt. Nico had a way of looking at people that was slightly disquieting, and lack of upper-body clothing apparently intensified said feeling.
"English!" Nico snapped, hands waving in the air the way they tended to do whenever he got upset, "Stupid."
"Can't you knock or something? Geez."
"They want me to read that. In a week. Are they mad? Look at the print!"
Finally pulling on a T-shirt that afforded some measure of protection from Nico's bad mood (it was symbolic, okay? And gods, Annabeth was never going to hear about this), Percy squinted at the offending object.
"The Great Gatsby?"
Nico scowled at him
"I need to read this by Friday," he muttered, "I can't get past the third page."
"I don't think anybody in Camp can," Percy told him, "Except Annabeth. Probably."
"Then how on earth does she get past the third page?"
"Oh well," Percy shrugged, "Annabeth. You know."
Nico grunted, indicating that he understood that Annabeth Chase was a force of nature who was way out of the league of demi-ordinary Sons of Hades and Poseidon.
"How did you cope with it, then?"
"Paul, mostly," Percy shrugged, "Goode was uh... good with that. We had teachers who didn't try to make us do the impossible."
"Any chance he'd want to transfer to my school?"
"Probably not," Percy admitted, "but he could probably help you out with the weirder bits, and I think Mom's made extra meatloaf. She's told me to tell you that if you could just announce when you're going to drop in, she could make you some hot cookies."
Percy opened his bedroom door and waved vaguely in the direction of the kitchen. After a few moments of silent (and halfhearted) protest, Nico sighed, picked up the book and followed him out.