A Beautiful Fate

Chapter 6: A Dark, Handsome Hero

Sorry for the short chapter before, hope this makes up for it! :)

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Andy

Right as I pulled into my driveway the rain stopped and the sky started to clear up. I hopped out of the truck and smirked as I locked the doors. If Percy wanted his truck back, no way was I driving it over there. He would have to come and get it. 

The house was quiet and the door was locked so I knew Gran had probably gone over to the one of her friend’s houses to have tea or gossip. I threw the keys on the long table in the hallway and bounded up the stairs and into the linen closet for a towel. I wrapped one around my hair and one around myself when I whipped off my wet clothes in the middle of the hallway and threw them into the hamper.

Now I was nice and dry. 

I hummed as I walked down the hall toward my bedroom to put my PJ’s on, so I could just sit around for the rest of the day and have a One Tree Hill marathon. Nah, I was in a The Notebook mood.

Opening my jeans drawer I started humming ‘I don’t wanna be’ and searched for my favourite pair of pants. Not there. 

I groaned as I remembered throwing them in the laundry room. Still in my towel, I went downstairs and opened the basement door. Looking down, the stairway was black and I couldn’t see a thing. Ironic how the light switch was at the bottom of the stairs, and the laundry room was in the basement.

I didn’t know why, but I took the steps one at a time, and slowly as to not make a sound. Of course, this didn’t work out so good because the house was old, as was everything in it. So every step I took, the stairs creaked loudly under my weight. I may as well have had a loudspeaker, shouting, ‘HELLO SCARY BASEMENT MONSTERS, COME AND EAT ME, I’M RIGHT HERE.’ 

I let out a breath of relief when I found the light switch and flicked on the light. The basement wasn’t out in the open, it was full of small rooms that we used for storage. I pulled my towel more tight around me and tucked it in better, than walked over to the small dark laundry room and searched for the cord that hung from the light bulb attached to the ceiling. 

When I finally found it and pulled the string, my eyes adjusted and looked in front of me.

And I never screamed so loud in my life.

“PERCY YOU ASSHOLE, YOU SCARED THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! I HAAATTEEE YOUUUU! GET BACK HERE SO I CAN BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF YOU!”

The only thing I heard was our footsteps running up the stairs, me chasing him (which, I note, is not so easy when your in a towel, and trying to hold it up so it doesn‘t fall down) , and his booming laughter in front of me. 

After I nearly chased him around the whole house, he collapsed onto the couch and tried to catch his breath. Mostly because he was practically crying he was laughing so hard.

I repeatedly slapped and punched his arm with the hand that wasn’t holding the towel around me. “I hate you, you jerk! You almost gave me a heart attack! I thought you were Jason coming to chop me into small pieces with your machete!”

“Y-your- f-f-face, so-o pr-price-l-less!” He hooted with laughter and clutched at his stomach. He fell off the couch onto his stomach and shook with laughter. “You looked like you almost pissed your pants!”

“NOT FUNNY!” I yelled.

“HILARIOUS!” he howled with laughter.

If looks could kill, I swear he’d be a rodent caught in a mousetrap right now.