Riptide

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A few hours later, and Rick Riordan was knocking at the Reynolds' door. Delphi's father opened it, greeting the man as the two began a conversation, moving to sit in the living room. The two had become extremely close over the past two and a half years of Delphi working with the older man.

Delphi was upstairs, contemplating her outfit in the mirror as Walker and Aryan made fun of and complained about her to one another, insisting she'd make them late, though it was only 12:45.

Delphi had earlier put on her camp half blood t-shirt, her platform converse, and some black cargo pants, though her mind was telling her to go for the tan ones, but also the camo ones, but actually the blue ones.

"This is too difficult, I'm not going." Delphi decides, Walker and Aryan groaning.

"Yes you are, you have to." Aryan speaks, rolling his eyes.

"No, I can't pick an outfit." Delphi counters, collapsing onto her vanity chair.

"I think your outfit looks great, come on." Walker orders, standing up to leave.

"No." Delphi huffs, dabbing at her lipgloss in the mirror.

"Don't make me carry you downstairs." Walker threatens, him and Aryan standing next to the door.

"Don't touch me." I glare at him.

"You love when I touch you." Walker replies, not realizing how the comment sounded until he'd already said it.

"WOAH, PAUSE!" Walker and Aryan say at the same time, the two of them laughing.

"That was not an okay sentence, first of all." I speak. "Second of all, I'm still not going."

"It is 12:55. We have 5 minutes to be downstairs, so either you're walking down there in 2, or I'm carrying you down there in 2 1/2." Walker says firmly. "Your choice."

"I hate you." I lie, crossing my arms, determined not to go because I couldn't decide on what pants to wear.

"No you don't, but you're gonna in a minute if you don't get your butt up." Aryan tells me.

"Ok, I'm over this." Walker scoffs, walking over and picking me up out of my chair, carrying me bridal style out of my room and down the stairs, my arms crossed over my chest the entire time.

"Why are you carrying her?" My dad automatically asks Walker as we get into the living room.

"Because she refused to come." Walker replies.

"She couldn't find the 'right pants', which means she couldn't decide what color of the same. exact. pants she wants to wear." Aryan explains.

"Hi Mr. Rick." I huff, rolling my eyes at Walker's arms around me.

"Miss Reynolds." He replies, stifling a laugh. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes." Aryan and Walker both answer for me before I can even open my mouth, making me grumble as Walker carries me out to the car.

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We walk into the building Mr. Rick had driven us to, 3 people coming out and covering our eyes as they walked us through.

I had no idea where we were or where we were going, all I knew was that we had walked for 2-3 minutes until we finally stopped, our eyes remaining covered.

"It smells good in here." Aryan speaks from somewhere to my right.

He's right, I realize, as I breathe in the air around me, which smells like mixture of cake and cologne from the two boys next to me.

I blindly reach out to my left and find Walker's hand, interlocking them as we wait to be unblinded.

"3.2.1. Go!" Mr. Rick announces, the hands moving away from my eyes.

I take a second to adjust to the light before looking around.

We're in an open lobby type of room that's decorated in blue and PJO stuff. There's cameras in front of us and a random tall table with a cake on it, which is clearly where the smell had been coming from. I step closer to it until I'm able to read the cake, which is light blue frosted with dark blue letters that read 'SEASON 2' across the cake, 2 candles in the middle of it.

"Seriously?" I grin at the adults in the room, who nod.

"We've been greenlit." Mr. Rick nods, grinning right along with me as Walker and Aryan high five each other over my head.

"This is awesome." Walker says, looking at the cake with a smile.

"Blow them out." One of the people tell us, the three of us blowing out the candles together, clapping and hugging.

We take a few pictures together, then a few with me holding the cake in the middle of us, before we're done with the formalities.

Me and Aryan immediately reach forward and take a big handful each, walking toward Walker as he starts backing away. Aryan chucks his handful at Walker, the blue frosting hitting his jacket as Walker glares at Aryan.

I walk up behind Aryan, reaching around and smearing the cake across his face, Walker dying laughing, Mr. Rick and the adults laughing as well.

Aryan turns around and grabs onto me, trapping me in his grip before nodding to Walker, who grabs the cake off the table and pushes it against my face, the frosting and cake covering my face, smothering my nostrils and making it hard to breathe.

"Breathe, Del!" Walker laughs as I start wiping the cake off my face.

'It's kind of hard to do that when my face is covered in frosting.'

I think to myself as I try to clear my eyes and nose from the sugary mess, glaring at Walker.

"You're not spending the night anymore." I tell him, making him groan.

"We'll see about that." Walker glares at me.

"Don't glare at me, I'm glaring at you." I say pettily, making him roll my eyes.

"How many f's does it look like I give?" He asks me.

"None." Aryan speaks up, picking at the cake with a fork as I smear frosting from my face to Walker's cheek, then sitting down and joining Walker in eating our Season 2 cake.

We do a few more things with Mr. Rick and the three of us before we're allowed to go home, one of the people who walked us to the room driving us home, since Mr. Rick had to stay and do stuff.

(Lmfao that was confusingly written)