Remember: You're dirty, I'm not. And I'm not your housekeeper!
"Maybe we shouldn't be doing this." Will said.
"You knew this was coming." I snapped on the rubber.
"We could get help."
"No. Just the two of us. No one else would help anyways."
"Gr. Fine. We do this too often."
"Are you really complaining?"
"Yes! I don't think it's fair!"
"Well, we caused most of this mess anyways."
"I know but... Why do we have to clean the entire cabin? We only made a mess in one room."
"That's Chiron's order, and I'm not questioning it."
"So we're stuck doing this again."
"Yes. Now get cleaning. We've got this cabin to clean, and I've only got one pair of heavy duty gloves." I held up the rubber gloves. This was too fun to not put in.
"Yeah, but we only made a mess tearing apart presents. And now we're stuck cleaning my whole cabin." He waved a duster angrily. "I'm not their maid!"
"Then tell them. Put your foot down. Besides, once June comes, Amy is head counsellor. But she would just come and go. You should make your cabin a team effort."
He was silent. "You're right."
"Of course I am." We split up. I had volunteered to do the bed and bath if he did everything else. I got the worse end of that deal.
There was something to pick up everywhere. Pick it up, turn around, there it is again. Apparently, no one in the Apollo cabin had OCD. The beds were more like lumps of clothes, and the dressers had no usage because clothes were strewn everywhere.
I was done long after Will. "Fuck I see where you're going with this Mrs. Hudson."
"I'll talk to Amy about sharing responsibilities." He smiled. "Now cmon, we've got to get to dinner."
"Good, because I could eat a horse." The door swung shut behind us and I was slapped in the face by the cold winter wind, which still had not let up.
"I think you mean pegasus."
"Idiot..."
"Your idiot." He held up his ring finger. We heard a gasp behind us.
"Oh my gods, guys! Why didn't you tell me?"
I turned to face her. Oh gods. The whole camp's gonna find out. "Piper, please,"
"No, I'm happy for you! Jason, cmere!" She yelled.
His glasses were askew, and he looked up from his blueprints for whatever shrine he was building to fly over. "What?"
"Look!" She pointed at our hands, which we both had shoved into our pockets. Gods, Piper. Please no. "No, show him your hands!"
I slipped the ring off quickly and showed him my hand. "It's a hand. That's right, totally unmanicured." Will covered his mouth with his hand to keep from laughing. His ring hand.
"Holy Hera." Has anyone other than me gotten the irony? "Awesome, guys. I call dibs on best man."
Piper ran off having some major fangirl attack, probably to tell Lacy and Mitchell. Oh well. At least it wasn't Drew. Or Clarisse. Or Any Ares kid, actually.
Leo and Calypso found out next, at dinner. I had McDonald's and nutella, which Will largely disapproved of. "Your metabolism will slow one day."
"If you can't taste the diabetes, you're not doing it right." ***This statement isn't mean to offend anyone, but if you do get offended easily, why are you reading this?
"How are you going to look in a suit and tie?" He frowned.
"You don't make friends with salad." *chants*
"Do you ever think you bite off more than you can chew?"
"Simple solution: take bigger bites."
"You could choke."
"Or you swallow the entire thing."
Welp, that's all folks.
So I wing most of this crap but today I actually had a good idea and now *does that evil finger thingy* I know how this ends.
Hueh hueh hueh. http://www.po-land.pl/img/upload/20120315154010.jpeg
Kisses,
Satan, (Time) Lord of Feels.
