Conversations with Scott

Ch.1

Annabeth P.O.V.

"Sup' Annabeth." Scott said.

"Scott. No. Stop saying that to me! It's old...and so are you." I said that last part kind of quietly but enough for him to hear it. hehehe

"What did you just say!? That was rude!" he shouted.

"Yeah, it was kind of meant to be mean, especially because it's you. Yeah, I don't really like you...so good bye!" I say.

"Wha-what!, no! Stay."

Fine whatever.

"Soooooooo..." I begin.

"C'mon." he says.

"Waai- what! Where are we going?" I ask, but he doesn't answer and just drags me along.

He brings us to some dojo.

"This is my brother's dojo." he says.

"Lovely, let's go." I say, but he won't let me. Rawr.

"Ay, hello there young lad and lad of other gender." says the sensai.

Awkward...I can understand why this is Scott's brother, they are both very weird.

"Uh, hello." I say.

"What brings you two wondeful child people here to mua dojo?" he asks.

"Um, he pulled me along and, yeah." I respond.

"Oh, please. How can I be so rude! Come hither." he says.

"Uh...no thanks." I say quickly.

"Oh, I insist."

"C'mon Annabeth!" Scott pushes me towards him.

"Ok then..." I say.

Scott's brother, weirdo #2, takes off my shoe and sock, and say, "How can I be so rude, to let you come into my dojo, and not give you a fortune from your foot! Most people do it from the hand, but the real fortune is in the foot!" he says...he's weirder than Scott! I never thought I would think that!

"Uh, ok..." I say.

"Oh! Well why didn't you just tell me! Don't hold it back!" he shouts.

"Hold what back? My foot from kicking you? Because this is crazy weird!" I shout.

"What? No! That you desperately want to speak Shakespeare because you love it!" he says.

"What! Um, no, I don't want to talk in Shakespeare, I want to leave! Goodbye!" I shout, but he pushes me back down. Grrrrrrrrrrr.

"Wait. 'Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow.'" he says.

"No! I will not be seeing you tomorrow! And I don't want to talk in shakespeare! Goodbye!" I scream, and leave.

Shakespeare? I mean he's fantastic, but really, he read my foot and said I wanted to talk in Shakespeare. This is flat out the most weirdest time of my life so far.

Author's Note: Yeah, I know, this one isn't really a "conversation with Scott" but, I thought of this, and yeah. Hope you liked it though. :-)