Andreas and his team greeted his mom and sat on the couch. She was watching lifetime movies with Piper. Mariana hugged her mom and Andreas and Tarquinus greeted her. Annabeth had changed the channel to MSNBC.
"So how was training?" Annabeth asked.
"Oh it was good" Andreas said casually.
"You know there were frequent reports of the shortest storm ever" Piper said looking at both Mariana and Andreas. That's when Andreas caught on when he has his Mom and Mrs. Grace smiling. He couldn't help but smile too. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
"EWWWWW" Mariana yelled. Andreas grumbled. -_-
"Hey where is my mom?" Tarquinus asked.
"She is still in the lab and your father is still stuck in traffic-
"Ugh New York" Mariana said.
"Tell me about it." Tarquinus rolled his eyes. Andreas wasn't listening though he went to go check on his little sister, Dorine. She was watching TV.
"Oh hi Andreas." She said.
"Your birthday is coming up you know..." Andreas said. "What do you want?" He asked.
"Nothing really." She said. But she said that every year. He knew that she wanted something but he goes through the the same thing as you get older you really don't want any toys. What Andreas always wanted was a phone but he was a god his parents weren't sure if gods should have phones so they decided to play it safe and not give him one because they wouldn't want him to attract monsters just like demigods. It really Never Came Up If God's Could Have phones Which Was surprising Because God's Could adapt To any era.
Andreas stared at her for a while and then Tarquinus had announced that he was leaving. Piper had asked where he was going.
"Somewhere" He had said. He turned into a bird and left.
"Don't you think we should do something?" Annabeth asked.
"Nah that's hazels problem." Piper said.
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FanfictionIt is a little known fact that demigods don't live long because of all those monsters after them. Well this generation was the strongest and the smartest. In camp-half blood they expect you to die before you even turn 18 well Percy and part of his g...