My Father, the King of the Underworld
Diclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Ricki's sideburns
Chapter 1- I Like Poof
So it was just another day, eating fried chicken at my house with my mom. Greasy, fried, delicious ch-
The phone rang, and I rushed to my room.
"Lenore?" my best friend, Lydia, asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Turn on the TV to channel 5, Curtis is on."
Curtis 'Curt the awesome' Jackson was Lydia's Victorian- Goth boyfriend. Victorian Goth love! I quickly turned on the TV.
"Hi guys! It's me Curt!" Curtis said ,"Don't you just love maaa sideburnssssss?"
"Oh my gosh, what the hell is he doing?" I asked Lydia.
Lydia giggled ,"He says he found the underworld."
"That's so Curt like," I replied, laughing ,"So what are you doing?"
"Playing electric guitar, Curt got it for me."
I sighed. Lydia and Curt must have been the cutest couple EVER. And here I was, 18, and no boyfriend yet. Why couldn't Curt's best friend, Thomas, notice me. I'd known Tom since I was 4. And everyday I was falling even more in love with his pale face and blonde hair.
I was late to class, again. This was my first year of college. Great. I saw Lydia's short black hair near the back. I ran up to her, only to notice that familiar messy black hair. Curt. Damn him. He was snoring and drooling on his notebook. Curt was going to be a drop-out in a month.
I found Thomas, his pale blond hair sticking out from the monotonous tone of dark hair. I grabbed a seat next to him and began writing down notes. I noticed all period long he was staring at my hair. It was ordinary. Short and blonde, nothing spectacular.
"You have really nice eyes," Thomas said ,"Really nice."
"Thanks," I managed to squeek out. That little squeek was enough to wake up Curt.
"No daddy! I don't wanna be buried alive!" he screamed, causing the whole class to laugh. Proffesor Aniston stared at Curtis.
"Sorry Teach," Curt said ,"I had a bad dream about 'Premature Burial' by Edgar Allan Poe."
We decided to go to McDonald's for lunch. It was rainy, so I drove carefully. I really had the urge to be reckless, simply because of Rob Zombie, who was on the radio.
Inside, I found a safe, dry haven. Curt ran up to the counter and ordered our food. He gave me a happy meal. With a toy inside. Just cause I'm short doesn't mean that 6'5 guys can buy me happy meals.
Curt smiled, pleased at his work.
"So," Thomas began, eating his burger. Lydia had ordered an ice cream cone. That time of the month again.
"So what?" I raised an eyebrow.
Curt spoke up ,"I found the underworld."
"Sure, and Lydia's best friend's name is Beetlejuice," I said.
Suddenly, Lydia and Curt pounded the table with their fists and chanted:
"Beetlejuice!"
"Beetlejuice!"
"Beetlejuice!"
I smiled. Who cared if we were adults, we had the spirits of kids.
Thomas smiled ,"Who knows, Curt might have gone down to the Underworld."
"That's why he's so hot," Lydia said, petting his Wolverine- like sideburns.
"I'm that awesome," Curt smiled.
"Shut up," I said ,"Please, there is no underworld."
I shouldn't have said that, because at that exact moment, the floor broke, sending the four of us down to somewhere.
When I woke up, Curt and Lydia were staring at Thomas.
"I love her," Thomas said ,"What if she's dead."
I smiled and pretended to stir.
"Hey," Lydia said ,"I think she's awake."
Thomas stopped crying and simply stared at me.
"Hey Lenore, are you okay?" he asked, touching my shoulder.
"Yeah," I said ,"I'm fine." I stood up and suddenly bumped into an extremely tall man with black robes.
"You've returned," he said in a deep voice ,"You've returned dear daughter."