The Daughter of Dionysus

What On Earth?!

Jeremie's P.O.V.
I paced nervously waiting for Nadia and Grace to show up with Nico. Adam and Angelle were beside me. With a frowm, Angelle asked, "What are Grace and Nadia like?"
I smiled at the thought of my friends, "Well, Nadia is sassy, dramatic, funny, and lively. She likes animals. And she also loves the group... I think it's called... Nickelback! That's it. Also, she likes Simple Plan, Green Day, Evanecense, American Authors, My Chemical Romance, and... there's anthor one I can't remember..."
"She likes rock?" Adam asked, "She's not, like, into Jonas Brothers or something? One Direction?"
"No," I shook my head, "Nadia is... I don't know. She's special,"
"What about Grace?" asked Angelle.
"Grace..." I bit my lip, "Grace is like Andrew. She doesn't like physical contact, she's quiet, she doesn't like crowds, and she has unhealthy obsessions with viners and youtubers,"
"Sounds like fun," Angelle smiled, "I bet she has loads to talk about,"
"Nadia...what does she look like?" Adam asked.
"Tall, tan, pretty athletic because of judo," I shrugged.
"Judo?" he asked alarmed.
Laughing, I said, "Yes, judo. Her cousin taught her eyerything she knows,"
"Butt..?" he raised an eyebrow.
"But nothing, she's awesome. She does wear those combat boots when she could easily wear stilletoes, but otherwise she's awesome,"
"No, I mean, butt..?" he motioned to his butt.
"ADAM!" Snapped his sister, "That's perverted and superficial. Don't be dumb!"
"What on earth?!" I cracked up. The pair was priceless. They looked identical, but I had come to know them better and knew they were as similar as fire and water. Angelle read heaps, was smart, caring, humble and had sass to match Nadia's. Adam only read when forced to, he knew only what was essencial, was unconciderate, proud, and barely came up with comebacks. His best one was, 'Are you on your period?' Yet he could bring a smile to my face with his idiocracy.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" it was Adam. He and Angelle were glowing with a pink aura. When it faded, Angelle's hair was done in an intricate bun to one side consisting of tons of tiny braids, her outfit had been changed to a loose white blouse, jeggings, and brown ankle boots. Her hair also seemed blonder, not so golden brown more golden. The same had happened to Adam. Slim fit jeans had replaced his skinny ones,he wore a white V-neck that showed his muscles nicely. Ew, what the heck? His hair had been quiffed and looked blonder, also.
I smiled, "You have been claimed as children of Aphrodite,"

Nadia's P.O.V.
We made it back to camp remarkably quick. It probably had to do with the pegasus we found. He was a strong stallion that I decided to name Hurricane because of his stormy grey color and peerless personality. Grace and Nico held on for dear life as I kicked Hurricane's sides again.

He snorted and tossed his head as if to say, Yeah, I heard. Now ask if I care. I laughed and whispered in his ear, "Don't use that tone on me,"
"Nadia, camp is that way?" Nico pointed to the left.
"I know Nico," I called back, "We're just gonna take a little detour," I landed on a familiar roof. Bash and I had spent hours on that roof talking. Hurricane snorted. I translated it as a: Just what are you doing? I must've been going crazy. Scary? Yes. I slid down the roof to Bash's room's window and sneaked into his closet. Aunt Stella hadn't touched his room. I threw my bag on the floor and began grabbing all his button down shirts. She wouldn't notice.

Bash took off his flannel and tossed it at me. He was wearing a V-neck underneath because of the cold, but he didn't seem to mind it then. I hurriedly turned around and slipped out of my wet shirt and put on his. "Thanks," I mumbled. He ruffled my messy hair, "No worries kiddo," Ever since, I would steal his clothes. He never minded. He even set out ones that didn't fit him anymmore.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and finished packing. I also grabbed one of his dog-eared books, one titled The Lightning Thief , it looked interesting enough. Climbing back out the window, I threw my bag at Grace. She caught it as I jumped up. "You ok?" she whispered.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said a little too quickly. She can read me like a book, crap. I kicked Hurricane's sides and we took off.

Grace's P.O.V.
Nadia was crying. It wasn't something that was seen often. Before we got to camp, she was already collected and had managed to regain her cool. As we landed, Jeremie ran to meet us with a guy and a girl, that I guessed were the twins, following her. "Nadia! Grace!" she ran without pause and tackled us into a bear hug. Laughing, Nadia hugged her back. I hugged her too, but it was brief. Jeremie introduced the twins as Angelle and Adam.
With a huge smile and shining green eyes, Angelle commented, "Jeremie has told me heaps about you,"
"Yeah," her brother agreed, "but she did no justice to your beauty," he winked at Nadia, who just scoffed and began talking to Nico. I asked Angelle, "So have you been claimed?"
"Yes!" she beamed, "Just yesterday actually,"
"Really? That's so cool, how was it?"
We continued talking, but I noticed she would look at Nico and Nadia as if she were confused. I finally looked over and saw her sitting by a tree with Nico beside her, reading a book. It was adorable. He was smiling as she read outloud.