I thought of this during some of the free time at the horse camp I went to, yet it really has nothing to do with horses, except one chapter, maybe.

WARNING: Some of the stuff in this story is disgusting and may be disturbing to some readers. I will give warnings on the bad ones, and as another warning, I did not think of all these. Credit is given to friends, and friends of friends.

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Nico has been from home to home, since Persephone made Hades put him in a school, and therefore, for adoption by anyone able to see through the mist. The home he is with now has girl his age, and a mother, but the dad was killed in the army. Nico does not get along very well with his step-sister, and doesn't like his step-mother, although she tries her best to be nice to him.

AMANDA'S POV (His step-sister)

I was in the bathroom, doing my make-up and hair, which usually I'm not so into. But I was going to the mall later with some friends, because this cute boy was going there. It was 10:45, and of course, my lazy step-brother was going to sleep the weekend away. I know he's supposed to be a son of Hades, but you would think he's a son of Hypnos with how much he sleeps. Maybe he just stays up all night going to parties, or messing around outside with his sword.

I jumped when there was pounding on the door.

"Hurry up!" I heard Nico's voice, muffled by the door and sleepiness.

"No! I was here first, so I can hurry up when I feel like it!" I snapped back while I sat on the counter and painted my nails.

"Oh, come on! I'll only be a minute, then you can go back in and waste time with stupid stuff like make-up!" hehehe…he was annoyed already.

"Hmmmmmmmm….nope!" I moved on to clip my toe nails, then paint them, and give them a second coat.

"I need to use the bathroom! You can do your make up somewhere else!"

"If you have to go so bad, then just go in the yard. Mom won't care if she doesn't catch you."

"It's pouring rain, you idiot. And there's no where to go in the backyard without being seen!"

"So shadow travel somewhere!"

"I get nauseous when I shadow travel right after I wake up!"

"Everything makes you nauseous!" well, not everything, but it seemed like it. This kid has the weakest stomach, I have ever seen. But really you can't blame him for a weak stomach. Ever since he was hospitalized for almost six months because of a really bad infection in his stomach that kept coming back, he's had a very sensitive stomach. But the infection nearly killed him more the five times, because he couldn't eat anything, and was in so much pain, and on so many medications, his body almost couldn't handle it. So now, almost constantly, as least once a week, he would go to the nurse with terrible stomach aches, and sometimes even sent home if it was bad enough.

I felt bad for him then, but now he just uses it for an excuse. 'My stomach hurts, let me in the bathroom!', or 'I have a stomach ache, and feel like I will throw up if I go in the car!', and my favorite one 'my stomach hurts….i don't want to go anywhere!'. That's my favorite, because we usually go for ice cream after going somewhere.

"So? That all the more reason to let me use the bathroom!"

"All well! You can pee yourself, no one will care!" I continued to happily paint my nails.

"No one makes you wait for the bathroom in the morning!" he complained.

"It's almost noon."

"Key word being 'almost'."

"It's eleven fifty eight."

"Exactly. Still eleven, not yet twelve. Now let me in!" he pounded on the door again.

"Why are you pounding on the door like that?" I heard mom scold at him. She was annoyed with him since he had talked back to her, and actually cursed at her in Greek and Italian, and a little English too.

"She won't get out of the bathroom, and I have to use it!" he growled. I heard her sigh.

"Amanda, you've been in there for a while now. What are you doing?" she asked.

"Im painting my nails. I have to get ready for the mall."

"That's not until three o'clock. You can give up a few minutes for your brother to get in there."

"But my hair has to dry, my nails have to dry, and I have to have the right make-up and dress!"

"And you have to remember that your brother is a boy. Meaning he can't hold it as long as a girl can, because girls are so much better." Mom said.

"Not true!" Nico argued. We ignored him. But that's what mom always said. Girls were smarter, stronger, and so much more awesome then boys. Boys were for the dirty work, while girls rule over them. I sighed.

"And if he can't hold it until you finish in there, and he pees on the floor, you'll be cleaning it." she added.

"Fine." I sighed again; I didn't want to clean up after him. So I unlocked the door and walked out, but was barely out of the door before he pushed me out of the way, and slammed the door. That jerk.

NICO'S POV

After I finished what I went in there for, I decided to get back at her. Cabin 11 would've been proud. I filled a cup with some warm water from the sink, and found some yellow food coloring –don't ask why it was in the bathroom. After dripping some food coloring in the cup, I put a little soap in it to make tiny bubbles. I poured it on the floor where I know Amanda had been standing, so it would look like she peed on the floor. And because she was wearing a dress, it was all the more believable.

So when I opened the door, I loudly announced "Amanda peed on the floor!"

"No I didn't!" she protested as soon as I said it.

"You were in there before me, and I know for sure I didn't pee on the floor." I said.

"Mom!" she called.

"Wimp." I rolled my eyes. She always calls for her mom.

"What is it now?" her mom sighed, coming back into the hallway with a dish towel.

"He said I peed on the floor, when I didn't!" she pointed at me. I slapped her hand.

"Don't point at me."

"Nico, stop it. And if she peed on the floor –and I don't think she did- then why didn't you say anything when you first went in there?" she asked.

"Because I had to go badly." I defended myself. She opened the door, and then made a clicking noise with her tongue.

"Nico, it smells like soap, not pee."

"I use a lot of soap when I wash my hands."

Then she went over to the yellow puddle, dipped her hand in it, and smelled it.

"This is soapy water."

"What if it wasn't? That would've been disgusting."

And then she smacked me on the back of my head. My mind flashed back to the war with the titans, and I forgot that it ended. So I went on the defensive, and pulled my sword from the shadows, and spun around, all in a few minutes. But then I came back to reality, and my face turned red.

"Freak." Amanda muttered. She knew about me being a son of Hades –her mom did too-, and she knew about the Titan war. But she had never been there, and she doesn't get how being in a war –especially at the age I was- scars people for life.

"Clean it up, then go to your room!" her mom snapped at me.

"I don't have a room!" I snapped back. I had to share a room with Amanda. And she just had to have top bunk! And she snores.

Her mom raised her hand to strike at me again, but I just made my way past her and took a rag to clean it with. But when she left, and Amanda came in to finish her make-up crap, I got a better idea. When she wasn't looking, I dunked the rag into the toilet –it wasn't the cleanest toilet ever- knowing she would ask for one.

"I need a rag." She said, looking at some smeared something on her face.

"Here." I handed her the one I had put in the toilet, then left the room and went back to my bed. A few minutes later, I heard her scream. Revenge is nice.

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