Hi, sugarlover here! I am so excited to unleash a raw awesomeness upon the world. There are too little pjo and lockwood and co. crossovers, so I decided to change that! Yep, *waiting for dramatic clapping*
Anywho, this gal would like to have my fantabulistic sugar babies say the stuff.
Sugar Babies: Sugarlover08010818 doesn't own pjo (Rick Riordan does) or lockwood and co. (Jonathan Stroud does). Though she wishes. But she owns us, and we're better.
Me: *cough* no! the books are *cough*
The 3 teens walked up to the British Airport. One wore a long, dark brown trench coat and had unruly black hair. Another wore a loose shirt and pants and was a bit overweight. The last wore a short skirt, cropped leggings, and a dark blue tank top. All carried a small suitcase. The first was Anthony Lockwood, mostly called Lockwood, the second was George Cubbins, and the third, Lucy Carlyle. Lucy was appeared to be lecturing George and Lockwood. " You realize that in New Yorkshire that it'll be really hot and I'll be the only one- what, what're you laughing at?"
George snorted once and pushed his glasses up his flabby face and said," Lucy, it's New York, not New Yorkshire."
Lockwood flashed his bright smile and then glanced around the airport. He said," Come on, this way." and led them to a gate, gate 0818 (evil glinted smile). The gate was nothing special but Lockwood was itching to get through. He turned to face the other two teens with a sparkle in his eyes.
" Don't you understand? No more ghosts, not for the rest of the summer! There are no ghosts in America!"
The group cheered, drawing some strange looks from the other people in the airport. Then, they brought their tickets out and went to get fish and chips. Then, Lucy heard on the loudspeaker,
" Gate 0818 leaving in 5 minutes, Gate 0818 leaving in 5 minutes!"
The three teens glanced at each other and ran to their gate.
Lucy, Lockwood, and George were on their flight and were very bored. Well, except for Lucy. She was busy on a laptop, finding out things about New York.
" Oh, by the way, Lockwood and George, it's 100 degrees in New York."
The Problem made everything cold in London. The boys looked at each other on horror. They would burn to a crisp!
"All right everybody, fasten your seat belts, we are landing in NYC."
When they had gotten their luggage, they went outside to get a cab. Lucy volunteered to call a taxi but Lockwood insisted he do it. George started snickering and Lucy aimed a kick at his leg. George jumped to the side.
Meanwhile, Lockwood was trying (and failing) to whistle. He had started to catch the attention of Lucy and George. They were struggling not to laugh.
Then, Lucy stepped in.
"Kay, Lockwood, now it's my turn."
She whistled a sharp, loud whistle and then, a cab came. George and Lockwood looked at her reverently. She smiled and boarded the taxi.
"Three to Long Island, please."
The cab driver looked at them.
"Ya sure you have the money to pay?"
Lucy brought out a wad of rolled-up American cash,
"Yes" she said.
The ride was uneventful. They decided to go to Delphi's strawberries. They thought it was a strawberry shop, but it was much, much more.