Mind over matter/Percy Jackson x oc

Poodle or Chihuahua? Personally, I hate both.

Good morning, that's the first thing I would have wanted to say to my friends when I woke up from my unrefreshing sleep, but instead I just blurted out:

"What's that furball doing here?"

Yes, there was a sort of... pink poodle in front of me, and when he saw me, he let out a little yelp.

Grover looked at him and said, "Don't worry, she's nicer than she looks, and yes, I'll give you that she's completely disheveled."

Grover looked at me with an apologetic smile.

"Did you just talk to that creature and did it just say I was disheveled?"

"No, no, he said you looked like a crazy completely dishe..." He paused, "If I tell you he didn't say any of that, you won't be angry anymore?"

"No," I said

"But I haven't introduced you, Kassi says hello to Gladiola."

"I wouldn't say hello to the poodle who disrespects me." I argued." Never."

"K.C" said Percy farther next to me," I said hello to the poodle so made that sacrifice too."

I gritted my teeth, but they explained that the poodle was important to the quest so I ended up saying hello to him and then we took him back to his mistress who rewarded us well for finding him, finally, we managed to catch the train to The West Country.

Our ride lasted two days, crossing hills, rivers and beautiful scenery, and we hadn't been attacked since the Medusa affair.

My only problem was to keep a low profile, as Percy and I were in the media's crosshairs. One night, I pulled out the phone that had been hidden in my pocket for several days; the screen was cracked, but otherwise it still worked. You should have seen the names of the articles about me and Percy, daughter of a billionaire accomplice of a young criminal or Kassandra Knight or young girl with apparent instability. Each time, there was my photo to illustrate the articles, me holding my spear that sometimes swung like a baseball bat and sometimes like an assault rifle.

I spent my time pacing the corridors of the train, trying to have as normal a chat as possible with Percy, Annabeth and Grover, or looking out of the window.

I saw many monsters through the window, long creatures that looked like wingless dragons, chubby babies in the fields, in fact I realized that the United States was populated by monsters but that nobody really saw them, what was even more frightening was the power of this mist capable of masking the truth from millions... no... billions of people.

The money we'd made from rescuing the poodle had gotten us at least as far as Denver. We slept in an allocated space. My back was killing me, and I was sure I'd get a stiff neck if I kept this up. Percy next to me was drooling in his sleep.

Grover kept waking me up, he kept snoring and his bleating was unbearable.

I kept my eyes closed and asked, "Percy, are you asleep?"

"No, how do you expect to sleep with Grover snoring and you then sleeping?" he replied silently.

"You see I'm not."

We both gave a silent laugh.

"Percy, what are you going to do when this is all over?"

"You mean other than sleeping in my bed?"

"Yeah, right after the quest."

"I'll eat a lot of blue food, try to get Gabe kicked out of the house and maybe go to a movie," he said, "I hope you'll do all that with me."