❝Don't read the last page,
But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes.❞
Book 1 of 'The Blue' duology.
Percy Jackson x Fem!Oc
TTC - TLO
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THE T-SHIRT FOR PHOEBE WORKED. There were only five of them now.
"Gods, I hate car rides," Kathleen grumbled. "Can we at least turn on the radio?"
"No," Zoë said stiffly.
"Okay. Wow. Loser."
She looked out of the window, letting out a sigh. The road was bumpy, and Kathleen didn't know if it was because of the structure or Zoë's driving.
"How about we sing a song?" she offered. "I know some—"
"No," Zoë gritted. "Just keep thy mouth quiet."
Kathleen rolled her eyes, leaning back into her seat. Five minutes passed when she spoke up again, "Still far?"
"Yes," the Huntress mumbled.
So Kathleen sat in silence. Well, not literally sat. She changed her position every three minutes. Soon enough she tapped her fingers on her thigh in the rhythm of American Pie by Don McLean. Anything to avoid dying from boredom.
"Still far?" she asked again, this time, after ten minutes.
"Yes, Kathleen," Bianca sighed.
The brunette let out a huff, crossing her arms.
"How about we play a game?" Grover spoke up.
"This is not a party, satyr," Zoë said. "This is a quest. Now, remain silent."
"Wow, you're so boring," he mumbled, exchanging bored glances with Kathleen.
For the rest of the ride, they remained silent. Finally, Grover stopped in front of a big building that said NATIONAL AIR AND SPACE MUSEUM. Kathleen found it weird that she stood in front of a museum at all. She's never been to one.
Blame the mother!
No, that was a joke. Kathleen didn't like museums at all. Ballets, operas . . . But not museums.
Thalia checked the door. It was open, but there weren't many people going in. Too cold, and school was out of session. They slipped inside.
"I WISH SPACE WAS REAL," Bianca sighed.
"But . . . it is real," Kathleen said.
"That's not what I meant."
Kathleen said nothing more. Still not knowing what Bianca meant, she just walked beside Thalia and glared around the museum. "Why are we even—"
Someone ran into Thalia knocking her into an Apollo space capsule. If it wasn't for Kathleen catching them both, they'd be lying flat on the ground.
Grover yelped in surprise.
Before the boy could regain his balance, Zoë and Bianca had arrows notched, aimed at his chest. Their bows had just appeared out of nowhere.
