I don't own Percy Jackson. But I wish.
"Hey, Chiron?" I asked, bounding into the game room of the big house.
"What?" he said, looking up from his game of Uno with Mr. D, A.K.A. the very fat, drunk-ey Dionysus.
"Can I go get some Taco Bell?" I want some tacos for the camp and him. Especially him. That shameful Centaur had never had a taco. Annabeth told me earlier.
"Sure, but bring Argus."
I laughed demonically. "YAY! Taco Bell!" I giggled. I ran out of the game room, and grabbed Argus by the collar, squishing some of his eyes. "C'mon, Argus! We gonna go to Taco Bell!"
"Oh…kay?" he said. (A.N. I know he doesn't talk, but deal with it.)
By the time we got to Taco Bell, he was half-suffocated. And a little blind on his neck. But I didn't care. I wanted that burrito.
"Welcome to Taco Bell, how my help you?" some guy with lots of acne on his nose said.
"I want five hundred Grilled Stuft Chicken Burritos. And two hundred regular Bean Burritos. Oh yeah, and about one thousand soft tacos." I was thrilled; Chiron could finally taste the awesomeness.
"Feeding a crowd, aren't you?" he asked.
"Ha-heh-haha-heh…maybe." I laughed then frowned to add to the effect. He turned his head to the side, but then decided to let it go. He typed the order into the register.
"That'll be…a lot. Two thousand, twenty-five dollars. K?" He was amazed. (A.N. Idk if that's how much they are.)
I paid, then walked away to wait. I think as I left the dude said something about me being a "fatty". I laughed.
Argus looked at the amount of bags I was holding. He shook his head, and then started the engine.
"WAIT!" I said.
"What could you possibly need now?" He yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
"I need to go to the bathroom."
We made it to Camp-Half-Blood one hour later. Argus groaned, and I ran out of the truck to get the burritos from the back. "BURRITOS!"
Argus rolled twenty of his eyes and sighed. I smiled as he walked up the hill. Silly Argus, never learned the importance of burritos.
I grabbed all of the bags; I must've looked like superman to those taco lovers. Maybe not…
Anyway, I climbed up the hill, bags covering my face. I tripped over a stray taco pack, and went rolling down the hill, burritos and all.
After two hundred and twenty-two failed attempts to climb the hill, I finally made it to the top.
"HEY CHIRON!" I said happily.
He came over, trotting over the other smaller hills. Well, that's what I thought, I couldn't see anything. "GREAT FREAKING GODS! WHAT THE HADES?"
I laughed nervously. "I got burritos!" I said, muffled by the bags.
He grabbed some of the taco bags, looking at me like I was insane as he revealed me. "Hi."
"Hello Percy," he smiled, "how are you?
I knew I was in trouble. "I just…wanted to bring you some burritos."
"Percy, I've already had a burrito while you were gone." He sighed, obviously concerned for my mental health. "They are awesome."
"YAY!" I yelled, but then sighed.
"Yes?"
"What am I gonna do with all of these burritos and tacos?"
"I have an idea…" he said, smiling widely.
Five Days Later…
"…And that night we had the biggest burrito party evah! We even had outside sodas! Like, in a can! It as also fun because Annabeth, Grover, and I snuck out after 'bedtime' and ate more burritos! I feel like eating a burrito now! Anyone else?" I closed my mouth long enough to get an answer.
"No…" Grover sighed, rolling in his loung-chair. He was so fat it was hysterical. Burrito packages fell off of his stomach as he he tryed to get up. "I'm sick of burritos…"
He sighed again, and I gasped. "GASP-ETH!"