Pirate Percy x Reader

Candle Cove

  "Yes! I finally got my driver's license!" You exclaimed. The girl sitting in front of you looked up at you from her phone. Pulling out an earbud, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "What?" You sighed, and held it out for her to see.

"Oh my god (Y/n)! It's illegal to forge licenses! She yelled.

"No! I legitimately got this Sammy!" You shouted back at the ginger.

"Well, you've got to pass my test before you're allowed to drive alone." She said.

"But Sammy-"

"No buts. Get in the car." You sighed. She acted too much like a mother sometimes. You both climbed into her silver car, you in the driver's seat, her in the passenger's. You turned on your phone to play some music. When she heard the first note, she put her head on the dashboard. Her friends played that song around her often because of her nickname, "Fox."

Dog goes woof, cat goes meow, bird goes tweet and mouse goes squeak, cow goes moo, frog goes croak, and the elephant goes toot, duck says quack, fish go blub, and the seal goes ow-ow-ow, but there's one sound, that no one knows, what does the fox say?! 

You sang with it until she took your phone and paused it.

"The fox says change the fucking song." You took it back and set it to shuffle. The first song was Sail by Awolnation.

"Have you read any good Creepypastas lately?" You asked. Her eyes lit up. "Candle Cove! You've got to read it!" You gave her a look of disbelief.

"Do you remember which creepypasta is my favorite, Samantha?"

"Of course! Candle Co- oh... and your favorite character was Percy. Right."

"Did you already watch the video?" She shook her head no, making her red curls bob.

"Don't. It scared the piss out of me. Poor little Janice..."

After some silence between you, White Flag by Dido came on. You both sang along with it until you drove past a sign that stated "Candle Cove, 75 Miles." You exchanged looks, then nodded.

"I am so glad you keep extra stuff in the back." You pulled over to the side of the road, pausing your music and calling your mom.

"We're going to be a bit late..."