Chapter Eighteen: Gays, Gays Everywhere
The office — wait, this isn't the office! Hold on . . . Wait! This is their week off!
Percy Jackson: CANNONBALL!
Percy Jackson jumps off the couch at his and Harry Potter's house. (Platonic roommates! Don't be so heteronormative!) He and Harry Potter are inviting everyone to the beach! Well, Harry Potter is. Percy Jackson's really just running around the house in his swim shorts.
Harry Potter: Calm down!
Now — and I know this, being ADHD myself — this was the wrong thing to say. Percy Jackson has halted in his tracks and is full-on glaring at Harry Potter, who's paled. Not very visibly, of course.
Percy Jackson: FOR THE LAST FREAKIN' TIME! I — CAN'T — HELP IT!
Harry Potter: Okay, fine, fine! I'll remember next time!
Percy Jackson stops, grinning and bouncing in place like a kid. Or an ADHD kid. I mean, it's not like I know anything about that.
Percy Jackson: So what're we packing?
Harry Potter: [not fully recovered] Uh, I thought that was, uh, your j-job.
Percy Jackson: Who are we inviting?
Harry Potter: [finally calming down a bit] Um — [looks down at laptop] — everyone.
Percy Jackson: Okay!
Percy Jackson runs off again. He thinks he'll jump on Harry Potter's bed next.
The theme song plays.
OTGW, as usual, has climbed through the window of Gravity Falls' apartment via the fire escape at about 7:30 in the morning. He's there so often that it practically counts as his apartment, too. But Gravity Falls say that it isn't because he doesn't help pay rent, even though admittedly OTGW loses a lot of bets to him. Anyway, OTGW is trying to poke Gravity Falls awake, but Gravity Falls just wants to ignore him and go back to sleep.
Gravity Falls: Go awayyyyyyyyyy.
OTGW: No! Wake up!
After another moment of OTGW poking Gravity Falls, OTGW speaks again.
OTGW: Hey guess what
No response from a grumpy Gravity Falls, who is laying face down on his bed.
OTGW: WE'RE GOING TO THE BEAAAAAACH
Gravity Falls blearily opens one eye. OTGW grins crazily, knowing he's won this one.
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TFIOS is at TMI's house, helping him pack. She, of course, is already packed and has quintuple-checked her list. That's more than Santa, so she thinks she's accomplished something.
TMI: A swimsuit, a shirt, a pair of sandals, sunglasses, water . . . Aww, I know I'm forgetting something!
TFIOS walks over with a bottle of sunscreen and puts it on the bed with the rest of TMI's stuff.
TFIOS: Sunscreen. Is your head filled with flower petals, sunflower boy?
TMI: [huffs goodnaturedly] No, it's not, Dutch Tulip Woman.
TFIOS laughs and smears a glob of sunscreen on TMI's face and oh my god this is sickening to write let's just switch to the next scene.
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