Looking back on it, they really shouldn't have watched the Star Wars movies.

Turns out, neither could stop once they started.

So, they spent the whole night and a bit of the morning finishing them and now both were dead tired. Sadly, it was Friday and Percy had school. Being the new kid still, he couldn't miss a day and now he was regretting watching anything with Damon.

"I hate you," He groaned, wrapping his blanket around him more as he rolled a bit on the floor. They watched the movies in the living room, seeing as that was where the only TV was. At first, they were on the couch but, by the third movie, they had, somehow, ended up on the floor with a mountain of pillows and blankets.

"No, you don't," Damon's voice was too cheerful for five in the morning and it just made Percy try to hide in his blanket even more.

"I'll kill you, Salvatore. "I'm vicious."

"I'd like to see you try," The brunette smirked and laughed when the other just poked his side consistently. "Oh, no, I'm quaking in my boots."

"Fear me," Percy muttered before pushing off his blanket and getting up. He was going agonizingly slow, still half-asleep, and he stumbled to the hall. He looked over at Damon, who was leaning against the couch, and pointed at him, "You are driving me to school."

The vampire grinned and gave a mock salute, "Yes, sir."

The green-eyed teen stared at him for a moment before nodding, walking off to his room.

When the other left, Damon took the time to contemplate on what the hell was going on. First, he willingly approached a human and didn't feel tempted to kill him, and then he, again, willingly drove the guy home. Then he picked him up at school and watched all of the Star Wars movies. All of them. Now, he was driving him to school.

What the hell?

Damon wasn't known for befriending humans... Or anyone, really, and, yet, here he was hanging out with someone like they were... They were friends. It was strange and bizarre and... Damon, actually, kind of... Liked it.

Stefan would flip.

The vampire could hear his friend(?) in the other room, opening and closing drawers while muttering. "Stupid morning... Stupid sunlight... Stupid-" There was a crash and Percy cursed, "Fuck. Stupid phone wanting to attack the ground... Damn, I need coffee..."

The eldest Salvatore had to smile at that. Apparently, the teen wasn't a morning person. He got up and stretched before heading to the kitchen, humming quietly to himself. He was tired, sure, but he knew he was more awake than Percy. He could handle not sleeping for a whole night. Percy could too, he was sure, but the world couldn't handle a sleep-deprived Percy. That, Damon knew for fact in his unbeating heart.

Percy came out a few minutes later dressed in a blue shirt with black pants, shoes not even on yet. He stumbled in the kitchen and looked up at Damon, who was holding out a cup of coffee. He looked at the cup, then at the vampire, and then back at the cup, reaching forward, "You... Are perfect, Damon Salvatore. Absolutely perfect."

Damon preened at the compliment. It felt nice to hear that instead of having someone call him a monster and a psychopath.

Damn, he was going soft. He'll claim he was saving himself by giving the other coffee.

"Ready to go?" The Salvatore grinned, nudging the human towards the door. He had another cup of coffee in his hand, drinking from it slowly. Percy was gulping his down like there was nothing else in the world and this was the last time he could ever taste the hot drink.

"No," The green-eyed teen mumbled, looking around his small apartment. "I can't find my shoes..."

Damon looked around too and spotted a pair of ratty blue converse under the tiny dining room table. He quickly picked them up and opened the front door, "Come on, you can put them on in the car."

Percy was asleep most of the ride, that being the only sleep he had gotten, and only woke occasionally to sip his coffee like a zombie only after one thing. By the time they got to the school, Percy was already finished with it and reaching for Damon's.

The Salvatore grinned and handed it over. Normally, he wouldn't do that but his friend(?) needed it more than he did since he wouldn't be able to get more and Damon would. "Put on your shoes."

The human lazily did as told before sloppily patting his shoulder and practically falling out of the car, "Thanks, bud. I'll see ya-" He yawned, "See ya later. I'm just... I'm going to go pass out, now."

—

Today was the day that Jeremy was supposed to get help in history class from Percy. Said teen was practically asleep in all of his classes, so he heard from other people and scolding teachers, and clinging to a cup of coffee like a teddy bear. Jeremy knew that, if he wanted any help from Percy, the guy had to be awake for it.

So, with that in mind, Jeremy, during lunch, went off campus to one of the nearby cafe's that he forgot the name to and grabbed four coffees- one for himself and the other three for Percy. It looked like the dude didn't get any sleep and so he decided to at least get him up enough to last the day before he inevitably crashed when he got to his home.

"Okay," Percy was scanning one of the bookshelves in Mystic High's large library, rubbing his head like the words were giving him a headache. "So, you're learning about, what? The Greeks and Romans, right?"

"Yeah," Jeremy nodded, seated on one of the wooden chairs. "The Olympians."

"Alright, easy," The older teen grabbed a thick book, tossing it at the other and hitting him in the stomach. "This is a good one. It's got accurate enough information about them, I guess."

Jeremy rubbed his stomach, glaring at Percy, before he opened the book, "Uh... Percy? This isn't English... I think it's Greek..."

"What?" Percy grabbed the book, reading the page the brunette had opened to, "Huh, so it is. Alright, I'll just give you some notes you can jot down to remember."

"Wait, you can read Greek?" It was Damon who asked, the vampire leaning against the doorframe. He was lucky that both Percy and Jeremy had a free period because he was starting to get bored at home.

The green-eyed teen didn't even react, for some reason, while Jeremy flinched in surprise. Percy just lazily looked over, sipping some of his coffee. "Yeah?" He said it with a slight drawl, like it should have been obvious and Damon was an idiot for not knowing.

Oh, he liked him.

"Nice," The eldest Salvatore walked over and pulled out a chair, sitting on it cowboy style. "You'll have to teach me sometime. I only know Italian."

Percy raised an eyebrow in interest, "Really?"

"Veramente," Damon smirked with a nod, tapping his hands on the desk in front of him.

"Awesome," Percy grinned, shifting the book in his hands. "If you teach me Italian, I'll teach you Greek."

"Deal."

Jeremy was looking between the two, suddenly feeling he was witnessing something personal, special, intimate... Ancient. He cleared his throat and almost felt bad when they seemed to snap out of the little world they shared. "Um, so, the book..."

"Right," Percy looked down at the page, laying the book on the table for the other to see. He would point at a line, reading it first in English for Jeremy and then slowly in Greek for Damon. He corrected the vampire when he said a word too sharp or too soft, a smile forming on his face.

"This is hard," The Salvatore groaned, resting his head on the table.

"κάνετε το πρόστιμο," The green-eyed teen said with a smile, patting his shoulder. (You are doing fine)

"I don't know what you said..."

"I said 'you're doing fine.' You're learning faster than most, Damon. It's amazing."

Damon simply tilted his head up, "Grazi, amico." (thank you, friend)

"That's 'thank you', right?" Percy grinned. "είστε ευπρόσδεκτοι, περίεργα ένας." (You are welcome, strange one)

—

By the time their free period was over, Jeremy felt like he knew a lot more about the Greek and Roman gods than he thought he would. Percy was a good teacher and he got into what he was talking about, correcting any assumptions Jeremy made about the gods and patiently waiting until he came with an answer to a sudden question asked. He, kind of, felt like he knew more than the teacher...

He looked up when he heard faint laughter down the hall and saw Percy and Damon walking outside and towards the parking lot. They both looked absolutely happy, like there was no care in the world, and Jeremy never thought he'd ever see Damon like that. He had always thought the man was unfeeling and dangerous but, when he was with Percy, the blue-eyed man seemed like a whole nother person. He would smile widely and with a gentleness the boy never thought Damon was capable of.

If Percy made Damon like this, Jeremy prayed the two never got separated from the other.