Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Chapter 34

Axel

"A good cousin would have videoed me spearing that crocodile for my Instagram story."

"A good cousin looked up Urns to see if there were any with 'dumbass' written on them to reflect your personality even after you die," Brianna says, as we walk in my house. It's been a long day of sinking a crocodile and helping Omar around his boat. I'm glad school got canceled. Hopefully Luna extracted proper revenge. I'm sure she'd call me if she wanted a hand.

"He gets to pick out my Urn because he's going in it too," I say, pointing at Phoenix, as I go to look in the fridge. Ah good, my dad left me leftovers.

"That's morbid, maybe he doesn't want to be with you," Brianna says.

"No he does," Phoenix says, "And yes since I'm carrying it around I get to---wait you're just not allowed to die so there's no actual issue."

"I might die though," I say, my mouthful, "Pizza?"

"Sure," Phoenix is always hungry. I don't think his parents keep a lot of food at his house or something. Because he will literally always eat. Last week he came over to play his violin outside my window and after I brought him in and we kissed for an hour I asked if he was hungry and he ate an entire pizza by himself.

"No, thanks, I'm just gonna have chips," Brianna says, going to the pantry.

"Suit yourself. Again, next time I do something really spectacular you need to video it," I say.

"No, I'm not gonna video you being a dumbass—that said they might actually send me home if they realized I'm just videoing you doing stupid shit," she says, nodding.

"See?" I say.

"He's not dumb," Phoenix says, protectively.

"Phe, he speared a crocodile today; he's not smart."

"He's smart about some things---Axe who was Hephaestion?" Phoenix asks.

"A Macedonian Nobleman who was the lover of Alexander the Great, why?" I ask, wondering why he brought that up.

"And what was Alexander the Great's favorite book?"

"The Illiad he actually slept with it under his pillow," I say, my mouthful.

"And when did he die?" Brianna asks.

"I don't know like 1922 probably?" I say. She stares at Phoenix.

"It was more than fifty years ago, I know that," I say.

"Well you're not wrong, it was more than fifty years ago," she says, staring at Phoenix.

"He has---random knowledge," Phoenix says, petting my head protectively.

"Whatever. This has been a truly weird day, exactly what I expected, unfortunately. I'm gonna go to my room and stare at my phone," Brianna says.

"Wait, don't you want to listen to my parents having dinner?" I ask.

"Why?"

"He makes us," Phoenix says.

"It's fun to see what they're talking about. I participated in a riot today."

"Axel I was on top of the lockers: you didn't participate. You were the riot," Brianna says, following me out of the kitchen.

"Shh, they'll be in the formal dining room," I say.

"Why do your parents use a formal dining room?" Axel's family doesn't have a dining room. They just have a kitchen.

"I don't really know I'm not allowed in there since the chandelier incident," I swung on it. It was tempting.

"Of course you're not," Brianna mutters.