Do Me

Rating: T for safety!

WARNINGS: contains SLASH, INNUENDO, AND BAND-NESS THAT ALSO MEANS CRACK. XD

Pairings: Implied (?) Luke/Percy (Team Lukercy vs. Puke? Mwahaha.)

UnluckyWriter: Hey guys! Long time no write! Yeah, okay, I know I need to update and I know I've been gone a long time, but hey! Internet got cut, school nearly killed me, and well, yeah. Some procrastination on the part. I'm sorry! Don't kill me, please! Well, anyways, like I said, I know I should update on my other stories…but…motivation…I needs it so bad. :'( So in the throes of plot-bunny action, I got inspired to write THIS instead. This fic is based off of something that actually happened to me in band. Lemme tell ya…that place….is…indescribable. I love band. XD Also, I wrote this in 10 minutes…don't hate too muh. OTL

Disclaimer: Be happy I don't own, Riordan.

TO ALL BAND PEOPLES OR NOT, ENJOY THE CRACK!

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"Do me."

Percy stared back, dumbfounded. "What…?" He managed to say, skin beginning to sweat profusely.

Annabeth stared back, equally firm. "I said 'do me.'"

The two best friends stood in the band room with the other band geeks. All was hustle and bustle as everyone got ready for the marching show at half-time during football.

Percy flailed. "B-but-but-we're friends-and-and-"

A peal of laughter greeted his ears and the brunet turned on the honey blonde incredulously as she continued to giggle like a maniac.

"You-you really are a newbie in band," Annabeth chuckled, wiping away tears of mirth.

Percy gave her a blank look. "Huh?"

The wise girl rolled her eyes. "Moronic seaweed-brain…" She muttered lowly before moving on. "Do you know what the term 'do me' means?"

Percy blushed dark pink in answer. "Erm…"

"No!" Annabeth broke out, waving a frantic hand. "It's not like that 'do me', you pervert!"

"Then what 'do me' do you mean?" Percy cried, holding onto his clarinet for dear life in panic. "And I don't want to do you!"

"Hey, what's with that strange, venomous emphasis on my name, seaweed-brain-"

"Percy, Percy," Thalia interjected, deciding to jump in before the two freshmen killed each other. "This is band."

Percy raised an eyebrow. "And…?"

Thalia gave him a deadpan look. "Band is the place where no one outside of it can understand."

Percy continued to stare. "Okay…?"

The punk-girl gave a tired sigh, wishing it was already her Senior year rather than her Junior. "Listen kiddo, first thing you gotta know is that band is different from the rest of the things here in school. We have our own traditions, rules, and yes, terms."

The blue-eyed female raised a hand and spun Annabeth around so that the blonde's white, unzipped band jacket could be seen.

"See how our uniform's like this?" Thalia asked patiently, gesturing at the younger girl's uniform.

Percy nodded. "Uh huh."

"The jacket can't be zipped up in the back by oneself, right?" Thalia continued after Percy nodded. "So you gotta ask someone for help. And in band language, 'do me' just means 'zip my jacket up'. Got it?"

Percy's jaw fell. "That's it? Wow…"

Annabeth snickered. "Poor, naïve, little Percy…"

The tan boy bristled indignantly. "Shut up! I didn't know, and I just recently got into band, you-"

"Yeah, yeah," The blonde interrupted, yawning. "Now, since you know that one term…" She grinned. "Do me."

Percy huffed, following the request. "Fine, Wise-girl."

"Do me, too, Perce," Thalia asked, offering her unzipped uniformed back.

As Percy went to zip her up, a cacophony of greetings came his way.

"Dude, do me, too!"

"Do me, Percy!"

"Right over here, squirt. You need to do me."

"Why do they want me to do them?" The clarinet player grumbled, striding over to a smirking Silena Beauregard.

Silena laughed, turning her back to him as he zipped her uniform up. "It's because you're the newbie freshman in band," she said fondly, ruffling his hair after he did his work.

"But Annabeth's a freshman, too!" Percy protested.

Silena merely shrugged. "But she didn't enroll into band late." With that word, the beautiful girl left Percy to go over to Charles Beckendorf, drum major of the whole band.

"Hmmph. That's not right-" Percy grouched before the cries came up again for him to hurry and do the band population. He sighed. This was going to take a while…

Fifteen minutes passed and the last guy, Jason Grace, the 8th grader percussionist prodigy left the band hall, saying, "Thanks for doing me!" And all was silent in the room.

Percy sighed for the umpteenth time in the span of fifteen minutes, and was about to up and go out into the football field towards the other band members when he realized the most crucial thing: his own band jacket was unzipped.

"Son of a-" Percy cursed, flashing his eyes around the room to see if anyone was still there to help him with his predicament. Emptiness yawned before him.

"I hate being a freshman," the 9th grader grumbled darkly, setting his instrument down on a conveniently placed chair.

The next five minutes consisted of him trying to zip himself up from behind without any success, whatsoever.

"Zip, zip, dangit, zip already," The boy muttered, arms twisted and arched awkwardly behind his back as he attempted the action. "Dangit!" Further emphasizing of the 'dangit' resulted in him dancing a strange jig.

"Having some trouble there, Perce?"

Percy perked up, hearing the familiar voice from his left, and he glanced up, seeing Luke Castellan, Senior and also a band newbie alongside Percy, strode in from the band hall door.

"Hi, Luke," Percy greeted the trumpet player, fingers touching his zipper but failing to grab hold. He gave a breath of irritation. "Dangit." Looking towards the taller blonde male, Percy said, "Hey, Luke? I need help."

The Senior nodded, facing away towards his band cubby hole as he brought out the trumpet cleaning cloth and oil. "Okay, whatcha need?"

And forgetting that Luke was also a band newbie alongside him, and that they both had crushes on each other, and that they also had confessed their feelings two weeks before, and also that they haven't started dating yet (I.e. because of Annabeth and Thalia interrupting their about to be spoken questions every time. Crazy chicks.), Percy said, "Do me."

Luke froze and slowly swiveled to stare at Percy incredulously. "R…really?"

Needless to say, Percy Jackson was confused. This was band. So why was the blonde looking so freaked out? Jeez.

The younger teen nodded. "Yeah."

A pause. Then a smirk flitted handsomely across the blonde Senior's lips, making Percy's heart thump weirdly. "Okay."

Ethan Nakamura was a sophomore that had the worse of luck. Really. From losing his eye in a car accident several years ago, to having red Kool-Aid spilled on his white dress pants today, the one-eyed French horn player had had it tough.

He was just coming from the bathroom, already in uniform and marching shoes, and all he needed was his instrument before heading outside to play and march like the boss of the whole lot, and really, he thought that tonight couldn't get worse.

The noise coming from behind the band room door told him so.

"L-Luke! I-I meant you to zip me up, you son of a-" the sentence was broken off to a drawn out moan.

A breathless chuckle from a deeper voice. "But I think you like this anyway~!"

More noise of questionable sounds ensued before Ethan quickly spun on heel and walked away, thinking, 'Screw the marching show. I've had enough.'

Poor guy.

END.

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