It was useless.Trying for weeks on end to decipher Leo's disappearence and figure out a way to get to him, I mean. It would be out of his character to let us send out a search party for him. Pretty sure that Flame Brain would like a hotter entrance. He was more likely to fall down from Festus' scaly bronze back and yell, "Flame on!" and end up in the s'mores on bonfire night one day. Then he'd sass about how Will Solace couldn't even make s'mores, and so he would argue about how Mr.Flame-o toasts his ego better than a s'more.
Much more likely.
Plus, I couldn't even understand a single ink dot from Bunker 9, where we had been searching for the last 4 and a half months. If this was Greek, then I must've been studying Goblin for my entire life. That, or I simply was too stupid to understand smart stuff.
Huh.
Who knew that there would actually be a day that I refer to anything remotely related to Leo as smart.
I guess we didn't give that dude enough credit, and I guess that's why our stupid parents decided to screw with him. I bet Zeus was all like, "Oh look, here's a poor guy all miserable, heartbroken, lost, lonely, funny, sweet, and smart. Let's screw him up, and land him somewhere Anonymous. And don't forget to make him disconnected from everyone! Isn't this fun, Aphrodite?"
Well buff guy, if I find you someday, I'll end your Gold's Gym membership. Or maybe kick your butt off Olympus. Better yet, out of our lives.
See, another thing which was making this fruitless search, well, fruitless, was that I was slightly ADHD.
Okay, very ADHD. Apparently, I stray off topic too much and don't pay that much attention to anything. I do not!
Also, I happened to be dyslexic, since demi-god brains are wired to read Greek and not English. What the heck, I didn't know I even had a brain. Anywho, that made stuff a million times more difficult as Leo dearest had littered burnt notes (obviously out of excitement) all over the place. In English. We were at a Greek camp and he just had to write in a language I can barely fathom. Wait, fathom is a big word. Can't do that to my poor Seaweed Brain. It was written in a language I can barely understand.
Where was I?
Oh yes, I was in Bunker 9, munching on a Rainbow Scittles cookie and dropping crumbs all over our 'investigation scene' which so happened to be Leo's toilet seat. Charming, yes. Captain Hot Stuff really liked to litter blueprints around the bathroom while doing number 2 (guessing from the smell around here that made me feel like throwing up my inner unicorn). Annabeth was scribbling all over a 3D map of all the safe demi-god locations that Leo and Festus could go without ending up in a junkyard for scrap parts. Frank and Hazel were dusting the whole place, supposedly to 'give us more space'. Yuck, I wouldn't touch anything that tortures my poor nogget.
Piper was trying to charmspeak a funny looking Celestial Bronze full-body armor that appeared to be alive into informing us where Leo was, but all it squeaked out was "Confidential. If I had wanted you to come after me, I would've made a show, don't you think?" This somehow made me feel better that Leo had at least left us a recorded message and not completely ignored our presence. Gee, that makes me feel loads better. Jason was simply touching any and everything that was flashy, often surprising us with a zap of lightening, and grinning cheekily everytime the latter happened.
As I moved onto my 7th cookie, kicking my dangling left right leg which was clad in black Nike sweatpants that made a swoosh, swoosh each time I kicked, I realized what a mess I had made around the potty.
"Housekeeping!" I screamed, causing Hazel and Frank to look up and glare from the sink countertop which held a blueprint that Jason had mentioned had said 'Archimedes' Sphere', but I was ninety nine percent sure that it actually said 'All Hail My Sizzle'. Yeah, that's way more logical.
Annabeth shot me an icy-cold stare as she inspected the mess I had made with her challenging blue irises.
I cringed, expecting a glare, or a quiet but spine-shivering order, but she did the least likely thing for her to ever do."Perseus Jackson!" she screeched, and I dropped my cookie, aghast, "You have been absolutely no help through the past four months! All you do is freaking sit on toilet seats and stuff your bottomless pit that is a stomach!"
She wagged her index finger at me, and it wasn't very nice.
"Not my fault I'm a son of Poseidon! I do nothing out of water, and the last time I checked, this wasn't Daddy Dearest's teritorry," I huffed as I admantly crossed my arms. No sooner had I spoke these words had a not so nice wave of green ocean water splashed my dazzling hair.
Good to know that I'm loved.
"At least try to decipher the blueprints, maybe we could figure out something that could help us find our best friend!" By now, she was positively fuming, and her blonde hair was escaping her hair tie from shaking too much. She looked like a really pretty Medusa. Same anger issues.
"Aw, come on, babe-"
"Don't even THINK about 'babe'ing your way out of this, Percy," she seethed.
She let out a massive breath as I held back my embarrassingly loud laughter. Heh, 'babe'ing. Don't know much about literature, but I'm pretty sure that's not a real word.
She dropped her arms to the side of her denim shorts.
"Just, ugh, just go.. Iris-message him. Do something useful," she sighed, her voice back to normal.
I groaned.
"But we've sent so many Iris-messages I could've bought an iPhone!"
"Percy, stop complaining, you little bag of schist."
She seemed stressed, so I offered her a Rainbow Scittles cookie.
And do you know what she did?
She. swatted. my. hand. away.
Yes, I can't believe it either. Can you hear that? That is the sound of my heart breaking with the fallen cookie.
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Okay, so this is my first Percy Jackson fanfic, and I hope all goes well with it. Some chapters will be short, some will be long.
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