Ok, I'm probably gonna update like when I have time.
Disclaimer: I am so fucking pissed off that I still don't own PJATO. Or boba. I really like boba.
Have some virtual boba!
Mike's POV
I stared at the back of Mei's head. God, I am such an idiot, I thought to myself. I couldn't even remember that Mei liked to do her crazy emo stuff on that bench… and she caught me cheating on her best friend! Then I heard a female voice in my head. It was a simple mistake, Mike. Everyone makes mistakes. Since when was my conscience female and why was it quoting Hannah Montana? I shook this disturbing thought away. Right now, my major priority was to make up with Mei.
Oh yeah. Sorry. I'm Mike Tran, 5'7", 8th grade, and I have eyes that change color(which is weird because I'm Korean) and spiky-ish dark brown hair with dark red highlights. I have ADHD and dyslexia, which is how I made friends with Mei in the first place. I'm really popular and girls fight over me all the time. Did I miss anything? No? Okay. Back to the story.
The reason why we were standing there in the first place with all of our "crap," as my dad said oh so compassionately, was because apparently it was "dangerous" for us to live in California. That's just great. I get to leave my birthplace and take a cab to Long Island. In one day. With an angry Mei too, which you do not ever want to see. How the fucking hell is that possible? So my dad and her mom dropped us off with our stuff in front of this random boba store.
Then a smoky gray cab pulled up fast, which made me jump and Mei smirk. A blonde girl with intelligent gray eyes got out and eyed both of us.
"Mei Sun and Mike Tran?" she asked. Personally, I was a little offended that she said Mei's name first, and after all, I am older than her. But that girl did not seem like someone I would want to fight with, so I nodded.
"Come with me."
Mei's POV
The blonde introduced herself as Annabeth, and inside the cab, there was this emo dude with black hair and intense black eyes- just like me. He said his name's Nico, Nico di Angelo, and he really reminded me of me.
The whole time, I just sat there snapping my gum, listening to Bruno Mars singing about suicide, and saying, "Whatever."
The three old ladies crammed in the driver's seat were apparently fighting over an eye and… a tooth. What the fuck was that about? I decided I didn't want to know.
Nico was sitting in between Mike and me in the back seat. Annabeth sat in front, fidgeting with the bronze knife strapped to her hip. Okay, really what the fuck was up with this?
After what seemed like a month, we arrived at a…strawberry farm. Then I looked again, and it turned into a really big camp. My mouth fell open and my gum dropped out.
No one commented on that.
The cabins were giant, and each was decorated differently- all looked as if they cost a fortune. It wasn't raining. Hmm, I mused. Oh yeah. Mei, you dumbass. California and New York have different weather! Then, I thought about how it was still raining when the Wacko Sisters dropped us off.
"Hey, Nico, why isn't it raining here?" Nico flashed me a confused look. Then his face cleared.
"Oh. See, it doesn't rain here unless we want it to."
Well, that sure cleared things up, Mister Clarity.
Then a centaur walked up with a sea of people in orange behind him. Wait, a centaur? What the hell?
"Hello, Mei, Mike." Mike looked infuriated.
"Why does everyone say her name before mine? And who the hell are you?"
The centaur looked amused. "I am Chiron. This is Camp Half-Blood."
All of a sudden, we were overrun by names.
"Piper. Piper McLean, from the Aphrodite cabin." Okay, the cabin have gods as like, mascots.
"Hi, I'm Katie Gardner from Demeter."
"Hi. This is-"
"Travis and this-"
"Is Connor from-"
"The Hermes cabin."
"Hey punks, I'm Clarisse and you better not mess with me, or the Ares cabin.."
A boy with black hair and sea-green eyes walked up and draped an arm around Annabeth.
"Wassup? I'm Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. You two claimed yet?" I exchanged a look with Mike that said, "What the hell is he talking about?"
Blame my ADHD. I said it out loud. Percy and co. let out a good natured laugh.
"Son of Poseidon? What the hell?" Mike asked.
"And being claimed, like land? That is just so screwed up," I shot at them.
"Not claiming, like land. Claiming as in your parent," Percy replied calmly.
"My mom is back in sunny California."
"Same with my dad."
Annabeth shook her head.
"No, your other parent."
"Dead," Mike and I replied.
Again, Annabeth shook her head, which was really annoying. Then it dawned on me, and apparently on Mike too.
"You mean, our parent is l-like a-a g-g-g-g-"
"Spit it out already, Mike!"
"A-a god?" Annabeth nodded, looking pleased.
"Yep. I'm a daughter of Athena, and Nico here is a son of Hades."
"Well, what does claiming even look like?" I said, while fidgeting with the bottom of my long black "On the dark side, because we have fresh cookies" shirt. Then everyone gasped.
"That is claiming." Nico pointed at Mike. My eyes grew large, and my gum would've fallen out again, but I wasn't chewing any.
Mike had a simple T-shirt on earlier, but now he had a black and white short sleeved plaid button-up shirt on, unbuttoned up front, and a white undershirt. He wore dark blue skinny jeans and converses, and his hair looked as if it was frozen in motion. And he was glowing… pink? Wow. All the girls sighed, except for the really hot ones gathered behind Piper, who groaned.
Then, following Chiron's lead, they all kneeled, one by one.
"Hail, Mike Tran, son of Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Lady of the Doves."
Okayyy! im really busy this weekend so i might not post! Byyye!
~Melanie
