"Oh, well, that's embarrassing."

"Porsche or Lamborghini?"

Jackson blinked and looked down at his phone. Percy and him were talking for a while about possible supernatural attacks and whether they should prank Scott or Stiles first. They were just on the topic of itching powder when the demigod suddenly asked that question, "What?"

"Porsche or Lamborghini? For our date."

"Depends on where we're going, I guess."

"Lamborghini it is."

"You just don't want me driving," The blonde accused and could hear Percy laughing over the line.

"Guilty as charged. Is tonight okay?"

"Pick me up at seven? What should I wear?"

"Mm, whatever's fine. See you at seven, Six-pack."

It was six thirty and Jackson was sitting on his couch, freaking the fuck out. His parents had gone to bed, saying that they had to wake up early and they were tired and "have fun on your date and tell Percy we said 'hi'." What help they were.

Sure, Jackson and Percy had hung out but never with the prospect that they could be more than just friends. It never occurred to Jackson that he and Percy could be a thing.

That they could be better than JacksonLydia as JacksonPercy.

It never occurred to Jackson that he could stop being what everyone expected him to be. He could stop being that self-centered prick that thought he was better than everyone. He could finally stop ignoring the genius that Lydia was because he was seen as "not smart enough" to notice it.

He noticed it.

Everyone noticed it.

It was now 6:45pm and Jackson was still not ready. How was this his life? He was so nervous to go out with Percy tonight even though they did something like this on a regular basis.

Or, kind of.

They never classified this as a date, though.

"Should I go with blue or red…?" Jackson never felt so pathetic in his life. He faced hunters, weird dragon creatures, and a rather pissed-off Stiles Stilinski but he was terrified to go out to eat somewhere. Were they even going out to eat? He looked down when his phone buzzed and took it out to look at the text message.

06:46 pm Lyds: Blue.

Blue it was. Jackson wasn't going to pretend that the message didn't creep him out but, hey, he dated Lydia before. He should be used to it.

He's not.

He quickly put on his blue button-up shirt and his best pair of jeans. He decided to wear dark gray Converse because -why not? After brushing his teeth and combing his hair, he made sure he had his wallet in his pocket before he sat on the couch and promptly continued to freak the fuck out.

He did not jump when the doorbell rang.

Nor did he fall while trying to open the door.

Gosh, he sounds like Stiles.

What has the world come to when that happens?

When he opened the door, he had that cliche feeling like he couldn't breathe. Percy was standing there (obviously) with his dopey grin that made him look just as much of a puppy as Scott with a tiny bouquet of flowers in his hands. Jackson also took the time to appreciate the sea-green V-neck that was soon becoming his favorite color and the black jeans with matching shoes that the demigod seemed to make look so elegant.

Wow.

"Flowers?" He blinked, feeling a small smile tug on his lips. This had never happened to him before and, okay, he'll admit he's a bit of a romantic. He never really got the chance to show Lydia that he was because, when they started dating, she had expected a side to him society had given him.

Percy rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, cheeks dusted a light pink, "Yeah, I just- They're nice?"

"They are," Jackson takes them, somewhat using the roses' petals to cover his blushing face. Gosh, what happened to the normal Jackson Whittemore?

Maybe this was him now.

"Let me put these inside real quick," The blonde smiles at the demigod, who is shifting from foot-to-foot. Good, he's not the only nervous one here. "Come on in. It's not like you haven't been here before."

"Uh, er, right," Percy nodded, stepping through the doorway like something might jump out and bite his face off. "Sorry, just- nerves. I'm kind of nervous."

"I'll take that as a compliment," The Whittemore grinned, grabbing one of his mom's vases from a cabinet.

Percy just rolled his eyes fondly and put his hands in his jean pockets, looking around like it was his first time in the house. He had a light smile on his face, a small quirk of his lips, and he seemed relaxed where he stood. He was humming a song softly and Jackson fondly shook his head when he realized it was the song I'm in Love With the Shape of You.

"Dork," He mumbled with a small smile as he filled the vase with water.

Percy just smirked and started humming I Love Myself. He laughed when he had to duck as one of the stems from the flowers came soaring at his head. "Need help?" He made his way over, peeking at the flowers from behind the blonde's shoulder.

"Can you cut the stems on these flowers so they fit in the vase?" Jackson pointed to a pair of red roses, sliding over some scissors. "After that, we can go to wherever you want us to."

The demigod nodded, picking up a rose with a gentleness that made the werewolf smile, and proceeded to do as told. "I saw your mother as I was heading over," He glanced over at the blonde, who was suddenly looking at him with wide eyes. "She made me pull over and, uh, hmm," He rubbed the back of his neck, giving a nervous laugh. "She said that if I hurt you she would, haha, make sure I don't see the light of day." He paused, tilting his head, "Well, that's the cliff notes at least."

"I- Oh, my God," Jackson hid his face in his hands. "I am so sorry."

Percy just laughed and continued to cut the stems for the flowers, "I think I'm done." He reached over and placed the roses in the vase, dumping the cut stems in the trash can next to them, "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," Jackson put the vase on the kitchen island before heading to the living room to grab his jacket. He could feel Percy following him and went over to the Lamborghini, sliding into the passenger seat. He smiled as the demigod started the car, songs from Olympus playing softly.

"Oh, well, that's embarrassing," Percy said with a wry smirk, like he didn't know whether to grimace or just smile.

Jackson just let out a laugh and reached over, turning up the volume, "When was this song made?"

I've never felt like I belonged

I've never fit in any place, been alone, until now

Been carryin' a weight that's not my own

This levee's gonna break, and I'm not sure I can hold on

And I'm not sure, how long, I can, hold off this storm

There's a, dark cloud, right overhead

"Mm, two years ago…?" Percy tilted his head thoughtfully, not taking his eyes off the road, "Somewhere around that time. Jason actually wrote this song with Thalia. It's part of his album."

"It's a good song. If he wrote it and it's part of his album, why are you the lead singer?"

"I don't know, he and Thals just ordered me to sing it and I did and I am not going against those two. Jason I can take. Thalia? No. Just- No."

Even though it sounded like Percy was scared of his two cousins, Jackson felt like he was trying to make it seem like he wasn't powerful. For some reason, Jackson believed that Percy was actually the most powerful of his cousins. Maybe he was biased.

"You actually sing most of the songs," Jackson pointed out, still listening to the music playing almost unnoticeably now.

"Didn't know you were a fan." Percy gave the blonde a grin that made him remember that this was a celebrity taking him on a date.

He recognized that troublemaker smirk now, had seen it in magazines and on TV numerous times. He wondered how he had forgotten that face so much that he couldn't even recognize the person when he was standing right in front of him.

"I'd be an idiot not to be one," Jackson shrugged. He noticed they were pulling into a parking lot and he leaned forward so he could look at the tall neon sign in front of them through the windshield. "Woah, this is-" He was at a loss for words because it wasn't a fancy place. The building was small and a bit rundown. When a customer opened the door, it creaked softly and music could be heard coming softly from a jukebox. The seats were mostly booths and the red leather was worn and cracked in some places. The staff seemed nice and there was only two cooks in the kitchen. Overall, the place seemed like something stuck in the 80s.

Jackson loved every bit of it.

He never liked, despite what others may think, going out to eat somewhere expensive. He already lived the life of some rich, cocky kid in school. He didn't need to live like that outside of it, too. It was nice to just relax somewhere and not have to worry about holding up an appearance just because someone expected it of you.

It was nice that Percy seemed to realize that.

"Bobby, a friend of mine, told me about this place," The demigod shrugged, turning off his car and leaning back in his seat. "He said it was nice and homey. Thought you might like it."

"I love it already," Jackson grinned. "But let's actually go inside."

"Okay, okay," Percy unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, shaking his head with an amused smile.

The two boys had found a small booth in the corner of the diner next to a large window overlooking large oak trees with a dirt path traveling between them. There were little white lights that were wrapped around the trees, giving the whole area a nice, kind of relaxing feeling.

Jackson sat on one side of the booth, Percy on the other, and opened the menu. There was a selection of over ten different kinds of burgers, three different kinds of fries and sides, and a good selection of drinks. They even had a menu for people who only wanted salads and it was a pretty damn good one at that. "This place is awesome," He grinned, looking at the burgers and trying not to salivate just by the picture alone. Hopefully, it actually looked like that.

It looked like that.

The two sat there for nearly three hours, talking about everything and anything and Jackson realized that he was nervous for nothing. They acted like they always did, just hanging out, except for small hand holding going on and small, shy smiles.

"I had a nice time," Jackson smiled as they stood on his porch. His parents were home already, probably in bed, and it was around ten at night.

"I always have a good time when I'm with you," Percy smirked and laughed when the Whittemore smacked his arm playfully. "Thanks for giving me a chance."

"Only for you." Jackson turned around to walk inside but Percy grabbed his arm, pulling him flush against the other.

"Wait."

The song used is Give It To Me by Thousand Foot Krutch. Any other songs mentioned I do not own.

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