𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥

ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ | P.J

ABOUT: Y/n picked up on german from her childhood friend. Percy never knew that. So, when she started speaking german out of nowhere he questions her...
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requested by: @1-800-Walker-Scobell

lowercase intended.

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(BEFORE THE PEOPLE WHO ARE FROM GERMANY OR KNOW GERMAN DONT COME AFTER ME BECAUSE I KNOW SOMEONE OUT HERE KNOWS GERMAN AND IS READY TO ATTACK ME. ATTACK GOOGLE TRANSLATE 😞🙏🏻)

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"Percy."

"percy."

"percy."

"percy."

"YES? Y/N IS THERE SOMETHING YOU WANT," he turns to me.

"guess what."

"what.." he sighs.

"chicken butt."

He stares dagger at me.

"I hate you so much right now," he shakes his head.

"No you don't," i laugh.

"yes i do," he remarks.

"that's not what i heard," i cross my arms.

"what? who said? i mean where," he fumbles his words. He looks nervous.

I shrug, "i don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know," he asks frustrated.

I turn around to walk away.

"Hey! Come back," he chases after me.

"What," i ask him.

"Im question ing how i'm friends with you," he shakes his head in disapproval.

"You're such a hater. Wie toleriere ich dich," i sigh, whispering the last part.

(how do i tolerate you)

"I'm sorry.. what," percy looks at me confused.

"Hm? What happened," i act dumbfounded.

"What did you just say? That was definitely not english," he asks.

"You're hearing things," i dismiss him.

"No.. i know what i heard. Don't make me think im going crazy," he says almost in a pleading tone.

"das ist so lustig," i whisper.

(this is so funny)

"THERE! What is that," he shakes my shoulders making me stop in my tracks.

"you're so dumb. Are you for real right now, You didn't know I can speak german," i say in disbelief.

"german?! Since when," he gasps.

"Du hast Glück, dass du süß bist," i say.

(you're lucky, you're cute)

"HUH? I need you to speak where i can understand you," he says.

"I dont even think you'd understand with english," i snicker.

he smacks the side of my head.

"ow! what was that for," i exclaimed.

"discrimination," he says.

"discr- boy. Schlagen Sie mich noch einmal, Sie werden das Licht der Welt nicht erblicken. Ich schwöre, ich werde dich wieder zur Vernunft bringen," i scold him.

"woah there, don't gotta do all that," he laughs.

"You should teach me german," he says without thinking.

"learn some english first," i sigh.

There was silence.

"i fell right into that..." he mutters to himself.

"but that's so cool! Like so you're like from there," he asks.

"my m/o/d is. It grew on me as I grew up," i told him.

(m/o/d - mom or dad)

"wait.. say something else," he smiles.

"uhh.. ich verhungere," i say.

(i am starving)

"I give up," he sighs.

"you didn't even try," i raise my eyebrow.

"too bad no one else can speak german so you can't gossip about people," he thins his lips.

"actually.. r/n can. We always talk about people in german. We talked about you in front of you and you didn't even noticed," i laugh.

(r/n - random name)

"WHAT? What did you guys say," he exclaims.

"that's between me and them," i tell him.

"i thought we didn't do secrets," he huffs.

"we don't do a bunch of things," i say.

"that's cause you're no fun," he says.

"excuse me? Ich kann im Moment nicht einmal bei dir sein. Auf Wiedersehen."

(i can't even be with you right now. Goodbye.)

I walk away from him.

"dude, at least give me a dictionary," he groans.

"just go on duolingo," i yell from a distant.

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