CPG: oh, Nico...
SK: ?
CPG: oh my holy fudge muffiny nuggets.
SK: huh?
CPG: Quick! Go read the chapter before she suspects!
SK: Wait, suspect what?
Chapter Two
Nico POV
So, just to summarize- I met a tall, dark, emo dude; a tall, blonde, hot chick; a short, cute, blonde, REALLY FAMILIAR five year old; and a talking, flying cat. Hey, no one ever said my life was normal.
After the flying kids (and cat) disappeared, I continued walking through the forest, back towards camp.
On my way back, I started randomly talking to myself.
"So…..emo flying kid. That's at least better than Death by Hose, right, Nico?" I asked myself.
"Yes, I suppose," I replied.
"But what do I do now?"
"I don't know, Nico. What should you do?"
"I could go back to camp."
"But you don't like camp."
"True. I could go visit Dear Old Daddy."
"But Persephone will be there."
"Man, I hate it when you're right, self."
"But I'm right all the time."
"My point exactly."
"Come on, Nico. You don't hate me all the time."
"Trust me self. That I do."
"Then why do you put up with me all the time?"
"I have no choice, self. We're practically fused at the soul."
"….awkward mental image, Nico."
"Sorry, self."
"It's okay, Nico. It's okay."
"Thanks, self. You're a great friend."
"You too, Nico."
"Dude, why are you talking to yourself?"
I jumped about five feet in the air (again).
"Fang?" I exclaimed.
"Sup?"
"Gods, you scared the Hades out of m-…my plant over there…..that's gone now."
"Okay then."
"What the Hades are you doing here?"
Fang frowned. "Hades?"
"Long story."
Fang shrugged.
"So, what are you doing here?" I finally asked.
"Max was annoying me," Fang answered.
"What brought you here last time?"
"Fell."
"Out of the sky?"
"Yep."
"Doesn't that hurt?" I wondered.
"Not if you've got something soft to land on."
"Oh, that makes…..HEY!"
Fang smirked and ran forward a few yards. I quickly caught up with him.
"I am not soft," I protested.
"Says who?"
"Says…..well, me!"
"You didn't land on you."
"I have. And it was not a fun experience." I shuddered.
Fang rolled his eyes. "You're weird, dude."
"So I've been told. So, where you headed, anyway?"
Fang shrugged. "Not here."
"Kinda guessed."
"Where you headed?"
I hesitated. "Not here."
Fang smirked. "I suppose we should go to not here together, then," he suggested.
I thought about that. "No, I'm good. I'll meet you at the mall." And I shadow-traveled away, leaving Fang looking slightly annoyed and very, very confused. My life can get pretty confusing, I guess. But at least I'm still alive.
SK: for the last time, SUSPECT WHAT?
Da: she isn't gonna tell you.
CPG: wait, Da, what are you doing here? This isn't even your story!
Da: Ummm, not really suuuure...oh look, a squirrel!
SK: where?
*Da runs out the door*
CPG: weird...
SK: yeah...but then again, when is Da not?
CPG: touché.
R&R for random Da-ness and squirrels? And thanks a bajillion times to TheAwesomesaucenessOfDa for writing our A/N's.