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‘Why the hell doesn’t it get any colder, stupid fucking cabin.’
Percy tried to distract his mind by thinking of something to get away from this train wreck. His head was spinning. It’s June, it’s too damn hot and Percy just wants to get to sleep, but of course his brain is too active right now. He couldn't sleep, because this one question was on his mind the whole time.
Gender.
Look, He had nothing against this thing he was given at birth, but he had absolutely nothing with it either. It wasn't like he was trying to avoid the topic. It just always made him feel uncomfortable.
And— And he couldn’t wrap his head about how some people did. He felt nothing against other people who identified with their respective genders, it was just the fact that he didn’t understand why you would feel with a gender in the first place. And that bugged him. Like, Jason was Cisgender, a lot of kids at camp were. He was fine with that. Nico is GenderQueer, Leo is Bigender, his own girlfriend identified as a Demigirl.
But Percy Jackson, Choosing a gender?
Hell no. Never.
He could do a lot of other things, like get Uncle Z’s lighting bolt at 12? Right! Done and did!
Go to the underworld and try to get his mama back? Absolutely!
Gender? Um. Well.
Percy sighed and turned on his bed, facing the wall instead of the ceiling. What was so important about having a gender anyway, right? It seems so normal, but it just felt so weird to Percy to choose a gender for himself, like that. But he was getting tired of this train of thought and closed his eyes. He could worry about all this shit in the morning.
Hypnos help him.
(he did.)
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚𓇼
He woke up with the morning sun filtering through his cabin windows and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. His brain immediately went back to the thought he had yesterday and he groaned, immediately feeling a headache form.
It's going to be a long day.
He got up, changed his clothes and headed to the dining pavilion for breakfast. On his walk there, he took a deep breath and tried to clear his mind. Let's focus on other things, he told himself. Focus on the day and let your thoughts consume you at night. Percy cringed. He probably read that in a before. Had he? Maybe. Maybe not.
At the dining pavilion, he found his friends already sitting at the Cabin #3 table, happily chatting to each other. He took a seat next to Annabeth and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. The only reason why they were even here was because Chiron mumbled something about PTSD and attachment issues. He didn’t care, too zoned out to even know what was happening. He was sure the others were too.
He looked at his cup, and murmured, “Blue coca-cola.” The cup did not turn into Blue Coca Cola.
Fuck.