Theo, son of.... well he hasn't got a clue.
Theo may have never have know who was until one day a scrawny 12 year old by the name of Percy Jackson showed up on the borders of the only home half dead after killing the famous Minotaur.
That day cha...
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Chapter 11
Taking a Trip To The Underworld
Theo POV
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You know how you can instantly know a person's personality by just their name?
Like you have the Kyles that drink nothing but V's and hang out in the skatepark wearing nothing but jeans a white T-shirt and a backwards cap?
Or how Karen's are like totally stuck up and are always so rude and are completely obnoxious. Or how Emily's are just bratty and stuck ups and how Kevin's are literally always high.
Anyway's when this dude introduced himself as Crusty I instantly knew,
Yeah, your definitely a Crusty. Ew. Where's the nearest hand sanitiser?
(Sorry to all my Crusty's out there but this Crusty was not going to help your case of proving me wrong)
"Sorry to barge in," I told him. "We were just, um, browsing."
"You mean hiding from those no-good kids," he grumbled. "They hang around every night. I get a lot of people in here, thanks to them. Say, you want to look at a water bed?"
Hehe... nõ.
I was about to say No way Jose when he put a huge (Crusty) paw on my shoulder and steered me deeper into the showroom.
There was every kind of water bed you could imagine: different kinds of wood, different patterns of sheets; queen-size, king-size, emperor-of-the-universe-size.
"This is my most popular model." Crusty spread his hands proudly over a bed covered with black satin sheets, with built-in Lava Lamps on the headboard. The mattress vibrated, so it looked like oil-flavoured Jell-O.
"Million-hand massage," Crusty told us. "Go on, try it out. Shoot, take a nap. I don't care. No business today, anyway. This beat will massage anywhere on the human body."
