Percy
"Mom, I'm home!"
"Percy! Where have you been?"
"Oh, you know, just the usual. Fighting monsters, big prophecy, trying not to give the gods a reason to blow me to smithereens, the works."
It has been a week since the Second Giant War ended. Camp Half-Blood had finally recovered from the battle, and now things were returning to normal. I had asked Chiron if I could go home early to visit my mom. It's been months since she last saw me; I owed her that much.
The apartment looked no different from when I left. She and Paul did a great job with maintaining the place. It was really comfy, a feeling I desperately needed. It sort of looked like a grandma's house, it even had an old analog television. I smiled fondly at the boxy tv. Old televisions like this were the safest for demigods to use, since their age and design made it near impossible for monsters to track us.
My mom reminisced, "I still remember when I first got you that television. You were so excited, you would stare at it for hours, not even caring what was on. The spectacle of the tv itself was all you cared about."
I retorted, "I did care what I watched.
She smirked, "Only after a while having it. At first I could put anything on and you'd watch it."
"That still means I cared about what I watched."
She shook her head, "Anyways, me and Paul were planning on going to dinner this afternoon, and since you're back, we thought you should join us."
"Nah, I dob't want to disturb anything. Besides, I got tv to catch up with." I jokingly retorted.
"Percy," my mom started, "this is the first day you've been back, and all you want to do is watch tv? I don't think so. You are going to this dinner young man."
I couldn't help but chuckle.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"Nothing. Just feeling like a normal teenager."
She smiled at this, then told me to get ready. I did, excited for this dinner. She said we would leave the moment Paul came back. I got into a nice-ish outfit that was reasonably clean and not that wrinkled. It wasn't casual, but it wasn't fancy either. Just jeans and a decent shirt with a nice jacket. My mom was dressed the same way, so I knew I was fine.
"I'm home!" Paul announced.
"Hi honey." my mom greeted.
"Hey Sally." he responded.
I greeted, "How's it going Paul?"
"Not much. You ready for dinner?"
"Yep!"
"Good," my mom said, "now let's head over!"
With that, we got in the car and rode to the restaurant.