The Violin That Started it All

Part 2) Event Five

Event Five: Sunday, April 23

"I'm Not Hungry!"

From: Crazy_Fangirls4Ever

I HAVE 937 VOTES IN ALL YOU GUYS ARE THE BEEEEEESSSTTTTT! I LOVE YOU RANDOM PEOPLE FROM LE INTERNET!

I'm so sorry Crazy_Fangirls4Ever for adding in this whole first part with the argument. Like I said before, something changes, so I decided to add a hint of that something into this chapter. I'M SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME! D:

Disclaimer: The places "Yemen" and "Standoff" are real places within the game Black Ops 2: Team Deathmatch. Pressing the square button to respawn (come back into the game after dying) is also real. The small description of "Standoff" is real in the game.

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Was it me, or did April seem like a very rainy month? Apparently, it was Percy's favorite month. I found out that he had this unusual obsession with water, saying that it was from his father or something like that.

I was inside on the couch in the living room, playing more Black Ops 2 because what is there to do on a cold, rainy day? I already finished my homework, so I planned to spend the day on Percy's comfortable couch like I did yesterday.

I had no clue where Percy was; when I woke up he wasn't in his bed. I tried to call him but he never picked up. Usually, I would be freaking out, but would Percy really run away from home?

To be honest, I really was a bit worried as to Percy's whereabouts. I would've gone and looked for him, but where would I even start?

I sighed at the same time I got sniped in the videogame and the kill cam popped up onto my screen. Seriously? God, I hated this place. Fuck "Yemen."

I was about to click the square button on my PS3 remote to come back into the game when I heard the door unlock.

My head shot up and I almost tackled him against the ground.

"Percy!" I exclaimed a bit too loudly.

Percy chuckled and collapsed on the couch. I immediately moved away to the opposite side.

"Percy, you're fucking wet," I firmly stated with a glare.

Percy glanced at me seductively. "I know who's gonna be wet after I--"

"Percy!" I kicked my feet at him as he laughed, a huge blush across my face.

I cleared my throat, heat filling my body as I became angrier. "Where were you anyway? Do you know how many damn times I fucking called you?!"

"Why do you cuss like a sailor whenever your mad?" Percy said jokingly.

"I don't fucking know!" I cried. "Where were you anyway?! Do you even god damn know how fucking angry I was?!"

Now Percy looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, but if I tell you, you might get angry."

I clenched my teeth and glared at him. "So now you won't even fucking tell me where you fucking went?"

Percy scooted closer to me, and I was about to get off the couch, but it turned out that he was dry. Wait...what. Wasn't he just soaking wet a minute ago? Wow, Percy dried himself fast.

He caressed my cheek while making me look at him. "I'm sorry, okay? I would tell you, but I don't want to get thos conversation worse." His lips made a small smile. "But, I can tell you why I'm soaking wet."