Yay! My first story! I am NOT going to delete it this time, because I actually like it, and I hope you do too! On with the story.
Percy: But wait!
Me: What?
Percy: You forgot you don't own me, or anyone else involved in the books!
Me: OMG! How could I? So sorry. I don't own, and whatever he said.
Percy: Approved. I think.
Me: *hair flip*
I sat down to drink my hot cup of coffee just as doorbell rang. I slowly dropped my cup on the wooden table. I was not ready to start moving today. I quickly put on a sweatshirt to cover up my horrendous tee – shirt (and I mean horrendous) and walked towards the door sluggishly.
Before I opened my door, I stopped. Who was knocking on my door at this time of day? It was 8:00.
I stepped back for a second, wondering if the person behind my door was a creepy guy trying to sell me windows or something. I would have looked out the window in the room next to me, but I would come off as creepy. What if it was someone, like, important?
I overthink things too much, I thought, as I turned my doorknob. It's probably just some stupid-
I stopped dead in a yawn when I saw who was at my door. My mouth just opened and closed continuously until I was sure I was doing a better fish impression than fish themselves. The person at my door . . .
He was scrawny, with dark, curly hair and grease all over his face. He looked Hispanic, and maybe a little bit devilish, but cute all the same. If it weren't for his red tee shirt that read SUPER SIZED MCSHIZZLE I probably wouldn't have been able to tell who he was, but my mind probably would have connecting him with him somehow . . . yup, Leo Valdez was standing in my doorway. MY doorway. Wait, how is that even possible?
Leo looked at me nervously. "Are you okay? I'm sorry if my body is just too splendid for you . . . I mean . . ." he trailed off, leaving me flabbergasted and really confused. It was already too early for me, which means I couldn't comprehend anything, which means that one thought raced through my head with growing intensity that just wouldn't sink in – Leo Valdez is at my door?
He shrugged. "I guess you know why I'm here. You're my favorite book character!" he said, cheerfully.
No, he's my favorite book character. This was all wrong. I was so confused I had resorted to my only explanation: it was a glitch in the Matrix. The robots were messing with me, for fun.
"Darn you, robots!" I muttered, but Leo heard me.
"What?" he asked. "I like robots. Robots are awesome. Don't go hating on robots!"
"Nothing!" I snapped. "You heard nothing!"
An awkward silence overtook both of us like a cloud of confusion. He scratched the back of his neck, and I fiddled with the rubber bands around my wrist. Both of us looked down.
I couldn't take it any longer. "Why are you here?" I asked, really slowly.
He looked surprised. "I expected there to be a line down the road just to meet you! You seriously don't know why I want to meet you?"
I shook my head. "Not a clue."
"I'm here for an autograph! When I heard that the book was based on you, I was like 'Woah! Can I meet this girl?' and the author who was signing my book was like 'No.' and I was like 'Why not!' and he was like 'Can you read fine print? It says not bug whoever this book is based on.' So I had to come bug you!"
I looked at him, shocked. I had so many questions… "Um, I have some questions. Number one, who are you?"
He looked taken aback, like he didn't expect me to be the one asking questions. "Leo Valdez, son of He – I mean Hector. My dad." He smiled, guilty. My heart stopped beating for a second when he said Leo Valdez. There must have been a part of me that still didn't believe Leo was at my door, but now that my suspicions were confirmed, my head was a lot clearer.
"Okay, Leo, son of Hector, are you sure you've got the right house?" I asked. I knew he was lying about his dad, but I wanted to see how long it would take for him to notice.
He smiled proudly. "Yup! My dad is amazing at finding people and tracking them down, totally not in a creepy way, but I'm sure he's right."
"Number two," I said, rubbing my eyes, "who's the author of this book about me?"
Leo's face lit up two hundred volts, and I saw a bit of fire dance on his fingertips. Wouldn't the mist cover that up? "Only the best author ever, Rick Riordan!"
I squealed like only a girl does. "Really! I love him! I could, like, marry him!" I stopped for a moment to imagine myself in a book my Rick Riordan. My life would look amazing.
I was on a roll. "What was the book about?"
"Your daily life. But mostly the funny parts, and some of the emotional parts, but it's really interesting. And very realistic."
I laughed. "That sounds amazing!"
He looked at me with a blazing smile. "Can I talk to you a bit?" he asked, hopeful.
I stepped out of the doorway, and open my arms. "Sure! Please do! I mean, feel free."
We walked into my family room together, chatting our poor eyes out. We both seemed really excited about being in each other's company. It was heaven on earth.
"Coffee?" I asked, bumping into my countertop and banging my elbow. Smooth, I thought. Real smooth.
"Are you okay?" he asked, as I rubbed my elbow.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Coffee? For the second time?" I asked, trying not to focus on my burning elbow.
"Yeah, I'll take whatever. But you really shouldn't be –"
"One coffee coming up!" I said, grabbing a mug from the shelf. But it slipped from my fingers and crashed onto the floor, breaking into a million pieces with a sharp noise. I stared at the cup in horror.
Leo laughed. "Told you."
We both picked up the shards of coffee cup carefully, and threw them all away. Leo looked really guilty, but I felt a hundred times worse. I had blown my only chance to impress my favorite book character. That last sentence had made no sense. Why would my favorite book character even exist, anyway? I told you I'm not a morning person.
Leo and I sat down at the table across from each other. Then Leo pulled out a sticky note and a pen from his back pocket and handed it to me. "Here," he said. "Will you sign this?"
"Like an autograph?" I asked, surprised. I've never been popular. "Um . . . yeah."
"Great!" Leo exclaimed.
I signed my name and handed him back the paper. His face lit up when I handed it back to him. "Sweet! Now I can brag to Frank!"
"Frank?" I asked. "He's real too?" I asked, forgetting that he didn't know he was a book character. I cursed.
"What?" he asked, slowly.
"Nothing!" I snapped. "Forget what I just said."
"Forgotten."
Leo and I chatted at my table for around fifteen minutes about gods knows what until the inevitable came. Leo had to leave. He said that his girlfriend, Cali, was waiting outside, and he really needed to get back to a summer camp of his because they were looking for him. He also said that they thought he had died, but quickly corrected himself and said "hide." Not even proper grammar. He's really bad at hiding demigod secrets. But I might have had an advantage over him, knowing that he was a demigod already and all, but still.
When he left, I practically chased him out of the door, trying to suck in every moment before he left for good.
I pressed my face to the window. I didn't care if I looked nosy now.
"Bye!" I called, waving, and he waved back with a goofy grin on his face. Then he ran down the street, quicker than I thought possible, and he was gone.
I sat back down at my kitchen table, and drained my coffee from earlier. It had turned cold, but I didn't care.
So much had happened today that I would never forget, and it wasn't even 9:00 A.M. I just hope it wasn't my early morning mind making stuff up. No, even I'm not that insane. Repair Boy was really in my house. Believe it or leave it.
Thank you guys for reading this! I know it's really weird but I think I'm going to make other chapter with other demigods because Leo's not my only favorite, he'd just be the best person to start with, you know? Anyways, have a good day/night, and remember you are fabulous.
R&R,
~theblue-hairbrush
