Dealing with Drama

Getting a Garage

AN: Continue voting, we'll get the next girl at Chapter 41. Also, I'm thinking of doing a Transformers Prime marathon, what do you think?

Time: A Few Days Later

"How did they forget to add a garage?!" Percy exclaimed, looking at the girls with his arms spread dramatically as he introduced them to the newest addition to the house.

The day was beautiful, if a bit... hot, though that was to be expected on a tropical island. The sun beat down with a fierce intensity, making the golden sands of the beach look like molten gold, the light making the seemingly endless sea glisten, its frothy white waves gently lapping at the shores. A gentle breeze whipped through the palm trees dotting the beach, making their leaves rustle. The forest was teeming with life, the sky dark with the wings of seabirds out to hunt. Wisps of milky white clouds lazily floated through the clear azure sky, looking every bit an image straight out of a beautiful landscape portrait. The air reverberated with the shrill echoing cries of the seabirds that formed a loud cacophony of lively music, the dull, thunderous roar of the sea a continuous background of white noise.

It was on this fine summer day, though it was nearing October, that the mansion at Ogygia had woken up to be greeted by a new addition to the house, attached beside the building.

It was a relatively small outdoor room, only two floors tall, dwarfed by the several floor tall mansion in the shadow of which, it stood. There was an unpainted, automatic metal door that slid up, allowing them access to the inside. The bright light reflecting off it hurt their eyes. The walls were painted an equally bright, obnoxious neon blue, a shade so bright that it hurt the eyes to look at, horribly unmatched with the rest of the mansion.

That's why neither Athena nor Annabeth when she had been alive, ever allowed Percy to do anything by himself.

It had a flat glass roof that glinted in the bright, almost angry sunlight which heated up the entire island, making the sand hot and unbearable to bare feet.

"Why is the roof made of glass, Percy?" Athena asked, blandly as she tried to figure out the undoubtedly silly things he had done to the.... innovative, impractical architecture of the garage.

He waved his arms excitedly. "There is a helipad on top! I thought the glass looked cool."

"You made a glass floor for a helipad." The wisdom goddess' voice had a certain, dangerous edge to it as her much-beloved subject of architecture was twisted to fit Percy's childish whims.

The other girls just continued to gawk at the structure which had sprung up overnight without anyone of them knowing, as large as an average house in downtown Manhattan.

"Yeah, don't worry! I know it doesn't make sense, but they told me that it would be fine. They engraved it with runes or stuff like that to strengthen it. You know, godly stuff. The answer to every impossible, science defying question."

Athena's eye twitched.

"Absolutely not!" Thalia screeched. "I'm never allowing you to keep a helicopter!"

"Ah, come on, Thalia, it's all in fun! Asteria will teach me how to fly, won't you, Asteria?" He looked towards the sun goddess, giving her his baby seal eyes. "Pwease?"

The goddess gulped, waving her hands in front of her face as she looked away. She felt Thalia's warning glare on her, and it took every fibre of her willpower to resist the wide, teary and innocent, sea-green eyes that Percy looked at her with.