The Masquerade (Fem. Percy YJ Crossover)

6

Walking back into the house, I expected to be greeted by an angry Dad. And possibly Mom too.

But not Dad and Mom and Dad.

Yep.

My biological father decided to make an appearance.

"You should have told us you were going out. We were worried." Mom tapped her foot, staring me down with the disappointed mom look that was perfected on me, Jade, Artemis, and Cameron.

What?

What did you think they did with us kids when they had something they didn't want us to mess up?

"Yeah. We even called him to see if he knew where you were."

"Then why'd you call me?"

Dad, oh joy this isn't going to be confusing whatsoever, but anyway he sighed.

Pick whatever one you want because they both sighed.

Um...how about...yeah that works.

Dad looked at me slightly exasperated.

"We wanted to make sure you weren't in a situation we wouldn't approve of."

Uh...wait...why do they do this?

Like I am a perfectly responsible...okay that part's a lie.

But still. I'm not a complete idiot.

"I just needed to clear my head. No big deal. You all know that I can take care of myself."

"Percy... I'm worried about you." Dad sighed and walked over, attempting to put his hand on my shoulder.

Which in case you didn't notice, I said attempting.

As in I didn't let him.

He sighed. "My child, I wish you would let-"

"I just don't like being touched." I defended myself looking away from him.

"He's your father Perseus." Mom reminded me.

"Like that changes anything." I mumbled. "I'm going back to bed."

Before they could stop me I disappeared off into my room.

And then I crashed on my bed.

After about ten minutes, my door opened.

Then the person walked in and my bed dipped.

"Percy, talk to me." Dad said.

"What do you want me to say?" Was my harsh reply.

"Anything really. I just want to make sure you are okay."

Yeah, after my mom was murdered, after I found out what I was, after I watched my friends die, after I went through literal hell.

So now he wants to make sure I'm okay?

"Since when have I been okay?" I mumbled.

Man, I mumble a lot don't I?

I felt something touch my shoulder...so what did I do?

Honestly if you can't figure that out you really are stupid.

And now I sound like Dad...not...argh!

I can't remember what I was going to do to distinguish them!

But anyway, I flipped over and glared at Dad, whose hand was still in the air.

"Are you not understanding what I don't like to be touched means?"