This is Rick Riordan's story, I own nothing. This is slash, so don't like, don't read. Pretty simple.

SHIPS: Pernico (Percy/Nico), Bianca/Thalia, Frank/Leo, Pipabeth (Piper/Annabeth), OctaLuke (Octavian/Luke), Gruniper (Grover/Juniper), Clarrise/Chris, Silena/Charles

Percy had enough of all the new schools. Sure he got kicked out a lot, but it was never really his fault. Someone else had started it, so he just opted to finish it. His poor mother had to deal with all of this too. He really didn't mean to cause trouble, but it always snuck up on him and made an unfair attack.

This school was apparently different. His mom's new boyfriend worked there, which was great. He was great, and knowing a teacher at the school made it a lot harder for bullies to pick on you. Paul Blofis was always there for him. He was the best thing that had happened to his mom in, forever. Percy had been called a momma's boy on multiple occasions. He found it a compliment truthfully, his mom was awesome.

The major topic of his fights was homosexuality. Percy was bi, but he hung out with a lot of lesbians and gays. He had never had a real relationship before, not being able to stay around long enough to be serious with anyone. All he really wanted was some true friends that he could actually count on. Ones to call when you feel down, or just need to get something off your chest. That wouldn't come up with lame excuses so they didn't have to deal with you. That was his biggest wish.

That and for his mother to be happy. She was the only constant in his life, and she was going to stay there for a long time. No one could ever really replace her. She was the stone. When his dad died, she did all she could to stay afloat. Had two jobs, worked day and night shifts, never stopped for anything. When Percy came along, he made everything a lot harder. She had to hire a babysitter all the time and deal with everything that came with being a mom. That's why his mom was his role model. Some people looked up to presidents and kings, but his mom was the most noble, caring, and strong person in the entire world.

So when it came to this school, he was ready to clean up his act. No matter what it took. Percy was going into his junior year. It was going to be fine, only two years at this school and he could leave. Granted, the longest he ever spent at one school was 5 months, but that wasn't all that important. And this was important. His mother had begged him to just try and tone it down. Explaining it was almost never his fault was impossible, it would just be grabbing at strings by this point.

He had all of what he thought he would need. A crap ton of pencils and gum, some paper, and a few pens. He could just steal the rest from other people. Crap. No he couldn't. Bad Percy. This was going to be really hard. He yelled out for Paul to hurry. Why drive yourself when you could get someone else to? And people called him dumb.

Nico was struggling to get ready too. He had to compete with his two sisters for the bathroom, even though their house had like seven, everyone wanted the biggest one. His sisters, Hazel and Bianca, were currently taking their precious time removing every single knot from their hair. Hazel, the youngest, was trying to tame the lion mane of hers, which would never work. She should have realized this by now. But she wanted to look great for her first year here; she was going to be a sophomore. This meant a lot to her. She had just moved into this big house after her mom died.

Bianca, his older sister, going into her senior year, had to look perfect for her girlfriend. She hadn't seen Thalia since the end of the last school year. Her horrible mother had dragged her off to California with her brother (how awful). Nico had missed hanging out with his friend Jason too. Okay, friend was a loose term. They helped each other with homework sometimes, Nico giving him most of the answers, and Jason protecting him from anyone who might try and pick on the younger boy.

Nico himself was going into his sophomore year. Last year was pretty horrible. He got made fun of for his dark clothes. He wasn't emo or suicidal, he just didn't like bright colored clothes, they weren't his style. The girls all flocked him for his Italian, but then backed off when he told them he wasn't interested in any relationships. This wasn't necessarily true. He wasn't interested in any of them. If you like someone for something they can do, and not who they are, you are just plain stupid. And Nico wanted someone who could actually hold decent conversation.

Nico and Bianca lived with their mother their entire lives. Their father was gone almost all the time. Then he died, which left them with another mouth to feed. Hazel. His other daughter. After her mother died, she had no one. So Mrs. di Angelo graciously welcomed her with open arms. Bianca was worried about how this might hurt their mother, their father having another kid that none of them knew about. Well, Mrs. di Angelo knew. Their father had told her in the beginning. He had a one night stand and gotten the woman pregnant. He was drunk stupid at the time, so Nico's mother forgave him. He was originally going to shut out that part of his life, but she made him go and check on her all the time. And supply funding for everything the baby needed.

But now she was in poor health. Her husband dying had certainly not helped her lifelong disease. She was supposed to die before the age of thirty, but at forty-five, she was finally feeling the pain. Everyone had joked the only thing keeping her alive was his love. Nico hoped that wasn't true, so she could stay much longer that everyone thought she would.

Nico grabbed his backpack, shouted at his sister to get their asses in gear, and charged to the car. He had only just gotten his driver's license, so there was no way Bianca would let him drive. He sat in the passenger's seat and waited for his sisters to arrive. Hopefully this year would go a lot better than the last.

Leo was ready. He was more than ready truthfully. Frank was not. He was still in his PJ's and brushing his teeth. The little Latino was being ridiculous. No one was that much of a morning person.

Leo and Frank had been living together for two months now. It was the end of the last school year when Leo moved in with Frank and his grandmother. They moved to New York from Canada not that long ago. Leo and Frank shared a room, good old fashioned bunk beds. Yes they were going into high school, but the cottage didn't have any space for two beds. Frank's grandmother's room was barely big enough for a queen. She had to scoot around the edges.

The set up actually worked out pretty well. Leo went to the garage almost every day, working on cars and chatting with mechanics. He had a knack for machinery, his hobby that took over most of his life. Frank liked to practice. Whether it be kickboxing or football, he would always be outside and active, hanging out with other jocks. The opposite of Leo, who was always inside and antisocial. People had tried to get him out of his shell on multiple occasions, mostly Frank. He was worried about the boy. After his mother died, he blamed himself for anything that ever went wrong.

Frank had become his protector. Anyone said anything bad about Leo had a black eye at least. Leo was completely oblivious to everything Frank was doing for him, which was absolutely adorable. Nobody really understood their relationship completely. Except for Frank's grandma, who made fun of the two whenever she could.

Finally Frank was done in the bathroom. He had a red t-shirt and khaki shorts, with plain black converse. He always looked cool, and he had the body for anything. Leo looked down at his tiny self. Extra small shirts were baggy on him. He really needed to gain some weight. Frank and Leo started down the steps to Leo's car, and off to a new year.

Hope you enjoyed it, I will try and write as much as I can as soon as I can. Thanks for reading! Please leave a review with things I can fix and such.