Percy*Love Like Woe*Jackson

Grover's Furry Behind

8 Love Like Woe

I woke up as I hit the floor. A slight ping went off in my shoulder. I had hit the coffee table. I groaned as I looked at the ceiling, wondering what time it was. Then I heard the vivid storm outside. The lightning was making false daylight, and I heard the waves hitting the dunes rapidly.

"Daphne?" I heard someone whisper. I sat up, then looked around. Percy was on the bed, also sitting up. He was staring at me."What happened to you?" He asked. I groaned and then touched my shoulder."I had a bad dream and rolled over. I hit the coffee table on the way down."

"You ok?" He asked, sounding a little worried. I nodded and stopped touching it. I had been hurt worse. With the next thunderclap, Mrs. Jackson sat up, her eyes wide."Hurricane." I raised my eyebrows. Hurricane? In Long Island? That sounds crazy.

But the roar of the wind seemed to be hitting the house harder. And then I heard an animal; a goat? No. That's crazier than the hurricane idea. But then I heard something pound on the door, making Mrs. Jackson get out of bed.

I stood up and tried to look beyond her and outside. There stood Grover, dripping wet. But it was 't exactly Grover..."Searching all night," he gasped."What were you guys thinking?" Mrs. Jackson looked at Percy, scared. Not of Grover, but of something else.

"Percy, what happened at school? What didn't you tell me?" She demanded." O Zeu kai alloi theoi!" Grover yelped."It's right behind me! Didn't you tell her?" Grover asked. Somehow, in the back of my mind, I understood the strange words that he had yelled. In Ancient Greek. But that didn't phase me. What did were the fact that Grover... Grover didn't have pants on... And he didn't have normal legs...He had the legs of a goat. Ok, I saw seeing stuff. Again.

"Percy, tell me now!"Percy spilled everything, stammering. Mrs. Jackson stared at him, her face deathly pale. She then turned to me with the same expression. I gulped. She tossed Percy his rain jacket and threw me hers. She got her purse and yelled for everybody to get into the car. The freezing cold rain hit me like a thousand needles, probably because I was wearing a tank top and Stewie Griffin shorts. I was glad that I had packed my Converse.

We all pilled into the Camaro, Mrs. Jackson at the wheel. I was in the front with her, the boys in the back. We tore through dark country roads. Rain hit the windshield with such a ferocity that I thought that the glass would explode."So, you and my mom... Know each other?" Percy asked.

I sat sideways, looking from Mrs. Jackson to the backseat. Grover's eyes looked to the rearview mirror, even though we weren't being followed. "Not exactly," he said,"I mean, we've never met in person. But she knew I was watching you."

"Watching me?" Percy asked."Keeping tabs on you. Oh, and your mom too, Daphne. I was making sure that you were okay. But I was not faking being your friend,"Grover said sincerely."I am your friend, guys."

"Um... What are you, exactly?" Percy asked."He's a satyr."I mumbled. Grover nodded."Like Mr. Brunner's myths?" Percy asked."Were those old ladies at the fruit stand a myth? Was Mrs. Dodds a myth?""So you admit there was a Mrs. Dodds!"Percy exclaimed."Of course."

"Then why-""The less you guys know, the less monsters you attract."Grover said nonchalantly. Like we should already know that."We put Mist over the humans' eyes. We hoped you guys would think the Kindly One was a hallucination. But it was no good. You both started to realize who you are." I was confused. Who we are?

"Who I- wait a minute, what do you mean?" Percy asked. Then we all heard the small, but close, bellow from behind us. Whatever was chasing us was catching up to us quickly. "Percy," Mrs. Jackson said,"there's too much to explain and not enough time. We have to get you to safety,"she said.