Hi everyone! This is going to be a bit of a complicated fanfic, as it is mainly a crossover between Percy Jackson & the Olympians and Maximum ride, BUT (and this is a very big BUT) there will also be a link with danisnotonfire and amazingphil (if you don't know who they are SHAME ON YOU. You will probably understand as you read the story) And so we begin…
Chapter 1: A shocking discovery
Lottie's POV
I hate sleeping. Don't ask why, but instead of embracing my nice, comforting state of mind where my mind and body act as one… I tend to stay up to all hours, checking Twitter and Facebook, watching stuff on YouTube, updating my channel, even going to the toilet multiple times. Luckily, my parents use about one brain cell focused on me each week, so they don't ask any annoying questions. But then again, unluckily as well. There are ups and downs from your parents ignoring you. The ups are that you can make your self popcorn and coke your breakfast, and scribbling on your bedroom walls to your heart's desire without them giving a shit. Downs include leaving you shuffling for hours on end around the house, alone, until they come home, or the fridge never having anything remotely interesting to eat. The same goes for my twin brother, Phil. He gets about as much attention as me, by mostly focuses on the good factors. For example, he can play Mario kart and sonic the hedgehog without anyone (well, apart from me) nagging at him, telling he will get square eyes, or does his YouTube videos with out interruption. Still. Anyway, on one of the many occasions of me wide awake at about twelve o'clock at night I discovered something. I was messing around on one of those random ancestry websites that apparently "Unlock your past" or some bullshit like that. Truthfully, I was checking I wasn't related to the Queen, or someone famous or rich could take me under their wing and shower me in gifts and love me lots and lots…(Phil, I decided, could stay with my parents. I don't think he could take the sudden love and affection, it would be too much for the poor thing…) So after I accepted the fact that I really and truly was defiantly NOT related to the Queen or people like that, I started to search close friends and family in case they were. (you know, just to be on the safe side.) Auntie Rosa: I discovered that she was part German, but none of the rich and famous. Same went for my Uncle Bruce, my Nana and my cat, before realising that we were all related, so we would all have the same ancestry. Bummer. At this point I switched to close friends. Dan was up first, as he was mine and Phil's best friend in the WHOLE world, and if he was related to anyone mildly better than my parents who were in the A-lister crowed, he would let me stay with him without the blink of an eye. I eagerly typed "Dan Howell" into the search bar and pressed enter. Nothing out the ordinary, apart from the fact that Dan's Grandmother was adopted (A/N true fact: Dan's Gran was adopted) and that was where he got his olive skin from. I sighed and then scrolled down to where Dan was…and stopped. That was impossible. No way did Dan know that…he would of told us other wise. That type of secret I wouldn't of been able to contain… oh my God, oh my God, oh my God… I looked at my webcam and considered telling Dan right now… no. it was like one in the morning, he would be fast asleep, and pissed if I woke him up now. So instead I lay down, heart thumping, eyes wide, dry mouth. There was no chance I would be able to sleep now.
Phil's POV
BAM! Take that evil Mario! I raced round the corner, carefully avoiding the oil puddles in the race track, put their by princess peach. That was a bit of a stupid idea, as I still zoomed over the finish line at first place. Again. I slowly put down my Nintendo DS, a little less enthusiastic. I had only started playing Mario karts since last year. Any normal kid would still be coming only forth or third. Because their parents would tell them to get off, and go outside. Lottie thinks that I am so thrilled with having parents who ignored me as it meant I could play my computer games endlessly. I mean, true, it mostly rocked, but if I had one wish the world it would be to have a pair of parents who actually cared. I mean, they're no totally evil psycho serial killers, who locks us up and tortured us, we just didn't really exist to them. I slammed the lid of my Nintendo close, and decided to edit one of my up coming videos about the reasons why I was a weird kid. Lottie reckons that it's because my brain melted into a glop from overload of games, but she was just kidding. I think… besides, we were only thirteen; it wasn't like I have been doing evil stuff for twenty years or something. Dan kept complaining to use full on about how overprotected his Mum was, and how she always forces him outside. I laugh along and say how awful it must be for him, and how mum is the most laid back parent ever, I am green with envy. I would happily trade his life for mine, without hesitation. Still, I suppose that would never happen, so I should better make the most of this life. Turning of my computer, I carefully picked my way through my messy floor, got into bed with my small lion toy, and turned of the light. I clutched my little lion, trying to get as much love from his tiny stuffing heart. Although it wasn't much, it was more than any love my parents have ever shown me, in all my life.
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. My alarm did the annoying thing it always does every morning that make me hate mornings; it turned on. Unplugging it, I turned over in my warm bed, desperately trying to hold onto the last bits of sleep. Unlike some people, I appreciate catching a few zzz's. Normally, this works and I am able to get to school fashionably late, but no, Lottie burst into my room a literally, tipped the mattress until I was eating my floor (which doesn't taste appealing). "Up," she ordered me, like I was Hermione's broom in the first Harry potter movie. "We need to talk, and left. What she didn't see was me scowling at her back, then kicking my duvet, which was now on the floor, in anger. As soon as she was out of earshot, I turned Muse music o really loudly and started digging through my laundry for my school uniform. I figured that since she was in a really grumpy mood this morning, I would do her version of 'Up', which meant, awake, washed dressed, teeth brushed and down to breakfast in about 15 minuets, not mine, which was awake and conscious. 20 minuets later, I was dressed in my crumpled uniform, my tie loosely knotted around my neck. Yawning, I bounded down the stairs, grabbed a bowl and poured myself a bowl of lion cereal. Lottie was already seated at the breakfast bar, bitten fingernails tapping impatiently on the work surface. Her bowl of Special K hadn't been touched. I sat opposite her, munching noisily. "What's the big rush?" I asked through spoonfuls of the chocolaty grain. "School starts the same time."
Lottie looked a bit nervous and excited. "Last night, I discovered something when I was surfing the web," she explained.
"What, that sleeping is actually useful? Gee, I thought you would never find out," I said sarcastically, drinking my chocolate milk left in the bowl, spoon by spoon.
"Not that! It's important!" Lottie snapped, probably not in the mood.
"So is sleeping."
"No, I mean really important, something that could affect us forever."
"And you sleeping isn't that thing?"
"No!" Lottie rested her head on her hand, and sighed. I only just really noticed how tired she was. I mean, she looks like a zombie in the morning anyway, but today she looked like… an undead zombie…that has died twice. You know what I mean. Rubbing her eyes, she took out her iPhone.
"Last night, I was checking out an ancestry website, you know, "figure out your past" sort of thing? Well, it was on that website I discovered something…"
"We're not related to our parents!" I exclaimed. Now that would affect us forever…
Lottie shook her head. "No, but was mainly why I was on there, trying to find out it they really were our biological parents. Sadly, they are. But it's not to do with us, it's Dan."
I stopped short. What? Dan? The guy who had the most stereo typical family ever, had some sort of family mystery? Now that I wasn't expecting.
"Lottie," I said slowly. "What did you find out?"
Leaning forward, eyes shinning with new found knowledge, she showed me her iPhone. It was the ancestry website she had been talking about, but with Dan's family tree on. I could pick out Dan clearly, with his cheeky smile and longish brown hair. Then I saw what Lottie was talking about. "Oh my God," I whispered, my voice barley audible. Lottie nodded, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Dan has a long lost older brother," she said softly.
Dun, Dun, DUUUNNN! Ok, this is where the story starts getting slightly more complicated. And, yeah, if you hadn't guessed,
Phil and Dan are YouTube stars, (But they aren't 13. Phil is 23 and Dan is 21) oh, and pretty much every thing I wrote is COMPLETELY FICTIONAL! Phil does NOT have a twin sister, nor does his parent's ignore him. YEAH
Lottie is my OC, because there HAS to be some romance, it wouldn't be normal if there wasn't.
Goodbyeeee 3 ;)
xoxo, Nyx's HighPriestess