Finally decided to get off of my lazy butt and write another chapter to this. Don't know what's gonna happen. Don't care, cause I know it's all gonna be okay. Besides, nobody's gonna flame…right? :D I really don't care if y'all flame, though. If you do, I'll either be all 'Ha ha ha!' or 'Whatevs'. Just throwing that out there.
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Go figure.
"Hey, how about there?" I asked, pointing at a small clearing.
Danielle turned and gave it a bored glance. "No. There are too many leaves there. I don't like it."
"Jeez." I wanted to say a few more things, but they were mostly things kids under 13 shouldn't hear, so I didn't say them. (Aw, Nico's getting all paternal!) I'd suggested at least fifteen other places and she'd shot them all down. At this point, I was ready to tie her up, put her in some meat flavored sacks, and throw her to the wolves.
"Nico, look," she squealed all of a sudden.
"Aaah!" I screamed. I really, really don't like snakes. Like, I mean, I really, really, really don't like them. And there was one, slithering happily on the ground in front of me, like he didn't know that he almost gave me a heart attack.
"Gods, Nico, it's only a garter snake!" Danielle said. She stepped up to the thing and picked it up. "It's not gonna hurt you, see?" She brought her arm closer to me.
"If you are gonna carry that thing, you better stay ten feet away from me," I warned her. She sighed and released the snake.
"You're like a little kid, Nico. It's just a snake!" She said.
"Don't tell me you're not scared of something!" I yelled.
"I'm scared of water," she confessed. "I'm really scared of deep water."
I snorted. Good thing she didn't meet Percy instead of me. "It's a good thing you didn't meet a…friend of mine. He's a son of Poseidon."
"Oh, his daddy's the god of Oceans!" The kid got so excited over everything. This is, like, killing my air of gothness, I thought to myself sarcastically.
"Yeah," I said sourly. I couldn't wait to see her expression when she figured out who my daddy dearest was.
"Who's your dad?" she asked like she was reading my mind. I tried to think of a good way to tell her that my dad was Hades, but come on.
As it turned out that I didn't have to worry about it too much, though, because just then she squealed again. "Nico, look!"
"Again?" I grumbled.
She grabbed my hand and tugged. "There! That's the perfect place!"
I didn't see the big deal about it.
"Look! There's a stream!" she pointed happily. "A stream!" she repeated.
"I thought you didn't like deep water?" I questioned. She bit her lip nervously.
"Um, I lied to make you feel better," she said.
"Oh, great!" I yelled. "So you think I'm a baby!"
"I didn't say that!"
"You implied it!"
"I what-ed?"
"I'll have you know I was born in 1925!"
She looked at me strangely. "You're not that old," she muttered.
"Yes I--wait, how old do you think I am?"
"At least, oh, maybe seventeen or eighteen?" she guessed.
"I'm ELEVEN!" I roared. I was flattered, though. I mean, she thought I was eighteen. That's pretty cool.
"I know," she smirked. "My dad's also the god of the oracle, remember?"
I face palmed myself. "It's not going to be easy traveling with you, is it?"
Danielle smiled widely. "Let's go set up camp." She bounded off towards the clearing by the creek.
This is going to be a long, long trip.
Short. Short, but it's better than what I've been doing for this, at least, right?
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