Monster [Book One]

Chapter 8

I’m so excited for this chapter because it’s just a lot of fluff (mostly). 

Chapter Quote:

“This isn't the age of spies. This is not even the age of heroes. This is the age of miracles... and there's nothing more horrifying than a miracle.”

~Baron Wolfgang von Trucker

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Chapter 8

Bucky 

Annabeth and I ended up getting trapped for a week inside the house due to rain.  The driveway flooded and we couldn’t get anywhere.  It was a miracle our hideout didn’t get any water.  To pass time, she told me stories that she’d read about of me and Steve during the war.  Sometimes I remembered them, sometimes I didn’t.  It was when I couldn’t remember that I became angry and stressed.  I should’ve scared her when I became like that.  I was unpredictable when I was angry and stressed.  But she refused to leave me, and somehow always managed to distract me from my thoughts, calming me down.  Annabeth would be very subtle about it, but I noticed her tactics soon enough.  The first time she did it, she called me over to watch something on her laptop.  It was a video on this place called YouTube of these men in panda costumes wreaking havoc in Tokyo.  I think they called themselves Jackass… nonetheless it was entertaining and calmed me down.  Another time, she chose to grab a newspaper and roll it up.  Curious, I asked her what she was doing, and she pointed to a spider on the wall.  Apparently Annabeth is terrified of them.  I offered to kill it for her which she gratefully accepted.  You get the gist of what I’m getting at here.

It was still a gloomy morning, with a light drizzle going on outside, but it was clear enough that we could actually get out of here.  Annabeth came downstairs in shorts and a tank top.  I sat at the bar, drinking water.

“Good morning,” she greeted.

“Morning.”

“So I was searching for barbershops for you and I found one.  It’s not too far from here, and it has some shopping centers and diners.  What do you say we go today?  I checked the weather and supposedly it’s going to clear up by the afternoon.”

“Where’s the town?”

“Althea.  It’s about twenty minutes from here.”

“Do you know how to get there?”

“Sure do.”

“All right.”  We left after Annabeth threw on a brown leather jacket.  She got in the driver’s seat and I got in the passengers.  She hooked up her iPod, telling me I was the DJ for the ride there.  I scrolled through her songs, hitting a random one.

“I love this song,” Annabeth remarked.

“What song is it?” I asked.

“Sunday Afternoon by Rascal Flatts.  They also happen to be one of my favorite groups.”

“It’s a good song,” I agreed, listening to the tune. “What else do you like?”

“What do you mean?”

“What other things do you like?  I’ve spent the past week with you and it’s dawned on me that you seem to know everything about me but I hardly know anything about save for the things I’ve observed.”

“There’s not much to tell.  I like music, particularly country and some of the older music from the forties and fifties, particularly Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin.  Reading is my favorite pastime.  I’d rather be reading a good book than going out to hang with friends.  But you have me curious now.  What have you observed about me?”