A Different Reality (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Chp 4 - Percy's POV

Percy woke up with the alarm blaring at max volume. He patted bindly his night stand, dropping everything to the floor, until he finded that darned thing. And then he almost destroyed it trying to figure how to turn it off. When it was finally silent again, he rested back at his bed, staring at the ceiling. He thought about Annabeth, his mom, Paul, Camp Half-Blood, his friends, Camp Jupiter, his brother Tyson, Poseidon, and wondered when he would see them all again.

Hopefully soon.

He stretched and went to the bathroom. He was trying to find something to wear in Peter's messy wardrobe when he got tired of waiting.

HEY! WAKE UP! 

Huh? What, what did I miss? 

How can you still be asleep when I'm awake? 

Well, you are piloting my body now, so I don't need to wake up. 

And this doesn't bother you? Me piloting your body? 

Yeah, sure, but it has its perks. I can sleep whenever I feel bored. Walking to school, taking a shower, studying...

Because I'd do it for you? 

Exactly!

Percy rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the wardrobe.

What should I wear? It's a mess in here, worse than my cabin, I'm not even sure how I'm supposed to find anything. 

Oh, okay, let me see. That shirt over there. 

Which one? 

The blue one. 

I can see at least four blue ones. 

It doesn't matter which one, just pick something. 

So helpful.

***

Okay, I think I dropped my bag... hum... 

I'm waiting. 

There! Behind the door! 

That's a coat. 

Oh, well. 

You have no idea where is your bag, do you? 

No... 

Just great. 

I guess we can't go to school, huh? 

Don't tempt me. 

***

Percy went to the kitchen to find Peter's mom cooking pancakes. She said to him without even turning: "Good morning. Pancakes?"

Always./Always.

"Sure."

She put a plate in front of him and went back to the stove.

"Hey, mom?"
"Yes?"
"Maybe next time, you could try and make them blue?"

Blue?

"Blue pancakes? Like your muffins?"

You eat blue muffins?
You're the one who asked for blue pancakes, don't you dare judge me.

"Yes, like the muffins."
"Sure thing, honey"
"Thanks"