Meeting the Heroes Of Olympus

*XII*Alex Sandra

Hi! My name is Alex Sandra. I work at Starbucks and I am on my way to work right now. My straight black hair is pulled back into a braid and my blue eyes are framed by a smokey eye. You may ask why I have makeup on to serve as a cashier at Starbucks. Well, every day, this boy comes in. He has raven black hair and eyes that are a sea of colors. It looks like someone put different colors of paint, types of green blue and grey, and is mixing them around at all times. He has a swimmers build, a tan that is natural, and oddly mysterious scars on his arm. I asked him what they were once and he just said 'a reminder' weird. Anyway, he always puts in a nickname instead of his name, but for about two months we have been flirting back and forth. So today, I'm writing my number on his cup, along with the nickname he always uses, Seaweed Brain.
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As always, He walks in at exactly 4:45, an hour before the end of my shift. To day he was with five other people. Probably his family. There was three girls and two boys. Two  were clearly married, two were clearly their young children, there was 'Seaweed Brain', and what I hope is his sister or friend. The married couple was very cute. The woman has brown hair, blue eyes, and an amazing figure for having 3-4 children. Her husband had blonde-ish brown-ish hair  and green eyes. The two children consisted of a girl, with brown hair and green eyes, no older than ten, and a boy, with brown hair and the same eyes as his mother. Then there was her. She seemed to be my biggest threat to my becoming Mrs. Seaweed Brain. She has honey-blonde hair that falls into perfect curls, striking grey eyes, that look like they are calculating your every move and trying to figure out the best way to take you down, a beautiful figure, a tan that you can't get from a tanning bed, and scars on her arms that are just as odd and Mystics Seaweed Brain's. Speaking of him, as the others go to find a table, he comes up to me. "Same as always, Seaweed Brain?" I ask, twisting my hair around my finger flirtatiously. He looks distracted. "Mocha frappe with whipped cream for Tartar Sauce, Unicorn frappe for Princess Blowfish, decaf for Wise Girl, decaf for Blowfish, Iced Latte for Blue Flag, and a Mocha latte for Blue Cookies. Could you dye the last two blue please?" He said. "$28.25" he handed me a fifty and walked away. Okay. I began to make the coffees.
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Mocha frappe with whipped cream. Unicorn frappe. Two decafs. Blue Iced Latte. Mocha Latte. "Tartar Sauce? Princess Blowfish? Wise Girl? Blowfish? Blue Flag? Blue Cookies? Your orders are ready." The group came up. Seaweed took the blue cookies mocha latte. I slipped him a peice of paper. He looked at it and ran back to his seat. When he came back, he had scribbled on the back Taken. I love my Wise Girl and she loves me. Thanks anyway. Whatever. The group talked and chatted. At one point, Blue Cookies/Seaweed Brain reached into his pocket and took out a grey velvet box. Him and his family stayed for an hour. As I was leaving my shift, my boyfriend-to-be got down on one knee and turned to the dumb blonde. "Annabeth Bianca Chase. I have known you since we were twelve. Even before we were dating, you were my best friend.  I kept your picture in my folder when we were in seventh grade and had to not talk to each other for months. On my sixteenth birthday, we finally started dating. Now, three years later, I ask you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" He asked stuttering and fumbling with his words. He's so cute! Just then, his mother handed him a necklace. It had a heart on it, the same color as his eyes. It was engraved with grey lettering that I couldn't make out. He put it around her neck. She was about to awnser, when I found myself throwing a cup above her head. Suddenly a group of cheerleaders came in. I asked them what they wanted and they said 'Percy'. Annabeth took out a sword. She sliced through the them, put the ring on her finger and slapped her fiancé. "Perseus Barthalamau Jackson. You are a complete seaweed brain" and she kissed him. That ungrateful Betch! (I don't like to curse but I didn't know any words to put here) if Perseus was mine, I would never disrespect him like that. His mother came up to them. "Congrats." "Thanks Sally, Paul, Paris, and Tom. It was so nice to see you again." Annabeth hugged the girl, Sally I believe, and grabbed Perseus' hand. They walked out and I followed them. Perseus opened the door to a sea green Ferrari and Annabetch stepped inside. He soon followed. I got in my own, gross, navy blue Honda mini van and followed them. We arrived at a giant mansion. It had Greek style architecture and was clearly crafted to perfection. I snapped a picture on my hand-me-down iPhone4. In the driveway there was ten cars. A grey Jeep, a dark red car that was so fancy that I couldn't identify it, an electric blue Ferrari, a white convertible, a reddish-brownish Hyundai, a black limousine like car, a gold (yes gold) Ferrari, a black convertible, a silver-bronze jeep, and a blood-red Ferrari. They must be rich. Perseus pulled into the driveway, making eleven very expensive cars in Carle Place, a Small town in Long Island, and a beautiful mansion. Wow. This must be a rich family. Why eleven cars? Just then a boy and a girl, brother and sister, run out of the house. The boy, who is blonde with electric blue eyes and a scar on his lower lip, went to the electric blue car while his sister, a girl with spiky black hair and electric blue eyes, went for the black convertible. I saw an arrow decal on her car. "Race you to camp Pinecone Face!" He screamed. "Your on Sparky!  Then they raced out of the drive way. I went home, feeling like poor scum on the bottom of that family's shoes. I hate this feeling. Oh well, I'll still see Perseus tomorrow!
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A/N: He didn't go back because of the dracne (spell check)