“what the actual hell” percy runs a hand through his hair “I can not emphasize enough how much this was not my fault” you defend, crossing your arms “really?” percy questions “then who did this?” you throw your hands up dramatically. “my brother probably, I don’t know” “why would pollux climb a bookshelf?” “maybe he wanted the hidden wine at the top” “the wine that’s now spilt on the floor? along with the bookshelf and the books?” you nod your head. “yep” “okay… so if I went and asked pollux right now if he did this he would say yes?” “what’re you? my dad? just help me clean it up before he sees it!” you drop to the ground and begin picking up the shards of glass belonging to what once was a bottle of wine. you sigh when you look back up at percy who stands watching “If I confess I did it will you help me?” he nods. “fess up, y/l/n” you roll your eyes. “I wanted wine. pollux told me there was a hidden bottle up there so I wanted to check. he removed the screws last night so when I went to climb it the whole thing collapsed” percy breaks out into a laughing fit, tears, doubling over, and everything. you glare at him in return. “you…” he wipes a tear from his eye “you fell off the bookshelf?” you stand up, placing the glass on the coffee table. “laugh it up. but remember if it was you that fell you would’ve been crying like a little baby” “you were crying?!” percy’s laughing fit does not stop you cross your arms again. “I fell off the bookshelf, dumbass! of course I was crying, I got hurt!” percy continues to laugh but when his breathing goes back to normal he wipes away the tears along his cheeks and his hands find a home on your waist “I’m sorry, y/n/n. are you okay?” he asks with a lingering grin “no I’m not okay! my boyfriend was just laughing at my failure!!” “I said I was sorry!” “well you’re surely not forgiven” his grin dissolves into a smirk before he plants a singular soft kiss to your lips “am I forgiven now?” you squint your eyes at him and shake your head. “you’ll be forgiven once this cleans.”