Daughter Of Light- Book 1: PJO

Chapter 39: Lord of The Dimwitted and Malibu Barbie

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A guitar solo shook me from sleep and my eyes snapped open. There was a soft glow in the east. Apollo turned the car on and the radio only Apollo kids could hear. I sat up slowly, being cursed and having zero hearing yet still hearing the ridiculous guitar solo was definitely the worse part of this curse. I groaned and flopped back down to the grass, holding my hands over my ears trying to block the frequency that rattled around my brain.

"Nico?"

"You're awake!"

"Thank Apollo and his stupid car music!"

"No thanks. How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts."

"Whatever happened...was not pretty."

"Nico, I'm so sorry! You were supposed to sleep longer than 3 hours! I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine."

"Where are you?" I peeked an eye open and looked around and sat back up I didn't see him anywhere. I started to feel a little panicked. His aviator jacket fell off my shoulders, but he wasn't around.

"Bringing breakfast."

"What? Nico Di Angelo, the Emo Grandpa Ghost King is ...EATING?"

"Slim it Sparky, it's a smoothie."

"It's still calories with vitamins and minerals."

Nico slid out if the shadows like he was formed from them, he walked out of the early morning gloom and mist. He was holding a brown paper bag and a travel tray with drinks. He looked so skeletal, his dark ripped jeans, black combat books and a black t shirt with a big skull in the front. His dark shaggy hair fell into his eyes. He was young, but he had a dark handsomeness to him. He needed to just find his confidence in himself. I couldn't help but smile at the boy. Behind his darkness and sadness and anger, he was such a sweet boy, and it hurt my heart he felt so alone and rejected.

"Nico, your too sweet. Thank you."

He sat down and handed me the bag. Inside was a big berry muffin and a container of fresh fruit.

"Didn't know what if you drink coffee...so ... I got coffee...and hot chocolate."

I watched him for a second, his hears and cheeks went slightly pink. I reached out and squeezed his shoulder gently in a quick thank you. He picked at a muffin, bubbling here and there. I was glad he was eating. It wasn't much, but he was putting food in his body. And I was proud of him.

"What happened?" I asked as I bit into the muffin. It was nice, dad always got after me for talking with my mouth full when I was young.

"Well you collapsed and has some kind of seizure. And then uhh...a few monsters tried to come say hi. You wouldn't wake up. So we stayed."

"I'm sorry Nico. I don't...I don't know what happened."

"You had Kronos inside your head."

"It was awful."

They finished eating in silence and then slowly packed up. I picked up my notebook I ripped the picture off out and folded it up. I slid it into the pocket of Nico's jacket and handed him his jacket back. He slid it on and grabbed his backpack.